My Ultimate OP System: Summoning All Dragons, Gods, Heroes & Villains-Chapter 69: Dragon Hatchling v Werewolf Warrior

They both blitzed toward each other in one blur of motion, lunging their fists forward to meet the other.

Percival’s right clenched fist parried into Ethan’s right clenched fist in a clash that raised a violent gust of wind, spreading through their immediate perimeter.

That single clash instantly sent every bone in Ethan’s body rattling in aching pain. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold his ground.

Percival grinned deviously at Ethan, quickly retracted his fist, and in the same motion swung his clawed hand.

Ethan’s gaze widened. Then, he instinctively vanished in a burst of black smoke, reappearing some distance backward.

His left hand quickly flew toward the shoulder of his right arm, gripping it in pain as if he had felt a bone or two crack within. "Was he always this strong?" he thought to himself.

Of course, he knew that as a warrior class, Percival relied on his physical strength, which was only heightened further as a werewolf.

But he still wondered why the hell it hurt that much, even with his own physical attributes amplified to 100% by his demon trait.

However, the tiny fractures in his bones that he may have felt were already starting to regenerate, and new bone tissue sealed the fissures almost immediately.

Percival grinned as he slowly walked toward Ethan. "A caster trying to fight me in close quarters?"

He shook his head amusingly, then suddenly blitzed forward again in a flash.

Ethan reacted quickly, casting a spell.

"...Levitas," he whispered.

At that moment, a surge of manipulated gravity rebounded beneath Ethan, launching him upward into the air and forcing a wide gap between him and Percival.

Reacting instantly, Ethan stretched out his palm toward the werewolf. A purple magic circle materialized before his hand as several compressed bullets of wind burst forth.

"Air Bullets!"

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Each shot thundered out in rapid succession, blasting into the ground and kicking up violent gusts of dust and sand.

But Percival avoided every single one.

The werewolf darted across the battlefield on all fours, circling and pouncing through the ground with savage speed and force.

The wind bullets chased after him, striking the earth in his wake and sending trails of sand erupting behind him.

From above, Ethan tracked the wolf’s movements with his eyes, continuing to fire. Yet not a single shot managed to hit its target.

Percival suddenly took a powerful leap forward, breaking away from Ethan’s line of fire. He landed in a forward roll and rose smoothly into a crouched stance, with one fist already drawn back.

From nearly a hundred meters away, his eyes locked onto Ethan as he muttered to himself, "It should reach him from here."

Then he lunged his fist in Ethan’s direction, creating a violent explosive shockwave that traveled like a cannon toward Ethan.

"Cannon Fist!"

Ethan’s gaze widened for a second. His senses detected that incoming air pressure, causing him to vanish in a burst of smoke and reappear to the side, still mid-air.

That was when Ethan realized that, in truth, Percival was not on the same level as he remembered.

He had grown stronger than when they entered the breach zone. Back then, Percival’s level of strength was only at the peak of what was attainable for a warrior class with C-level talent.

However, the werewolf was born with A-level talent, which meant he always had the potential for more growth.

So right now, what Ethan faced was a warrior-class werewolf who had crossed into B-level territory.

"Are you done now, Percival?" Ethan asked with almost no expression on his face.

"Why not come down here and find out!" Percival retorted aggressively, simultaneously lunging his fist forward again with such force that it created another shockwave of pressure traveling toward Ethan’s direction.

Ethan drifted through the air, shifting to the side to avoid the second Cannon Fist technique.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue in frustration.

It would take nothing for him to call out Nina right now, but he wasn’t trying to put Percival at any serious risk, especially given Nina’s reputation to fly off the handle without warning.

He also avoided using environmentally destructive spells. Techniques like Lightning Fury Bolts could place Percival in mortal danger, while others such as Fireball would cause far more damage to the surroundings than had already been done.

-

At the entrance leading into the main manor stood a tall girl with white hair, pale skin, nicely structured body and the large ears of a werewolf.

She held the hand of a younger girl who shared most of the same features.

They were Percival’s sisters, having been informed by the security about the commotion unfolding outside.

"Oh?" Hayley said with a smile. "So he’s opened the fourth meridian and can even use the family’s technique."

"Shouldn’t we stop them, big sister?" the younger girl, Phoebe, asked, looking concerned as she watched the exchange.

"What? No, not at all," Hayley replied, shaking her head as she raised a finger and wagged it lightly in disagreement.

"Those boys have never fought each other their entire lives, so this is good for them." Then she looked at Ethan for a second with slight interest that made her lips curl. "Although I didn’t think Ethan was inhuman."

Then she finally turned back to Phoebe. "Let’s go back inside. We’ll let the boys be boys."

Phoebe nodded, and with that, Hayley guided her back inside.

Hayley hadn’t realized that Ethan was part dragon.

But then again, most people hadn’t actually seen one. And the stories about them never presented them as anything humanoid, but as absolute mythical beasts.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

-

The back and forth between different Cannon Fist attacks and Ethan avoiding them had gone on for a few more minutes.

"Come on, man, are you not tired yet?" Ethan said right after hovering off to the corner to dodge maybe the twentieth one now.

"Argh!" Percival yelled again while launching another Cannon Fist.

Ethan shook his head with a sigh, but this was also a good thing because he could see Percival was visibly getting exhausted.

So he thought he might as well just let it all play out until Percival was too tired to be angry. Then perhaps he would finally be able to listen.

Admittedly, watching Percival relentlessly go at him also made him realize how powerful the warrior class awakeners truly were.

If Percival, even at his current level, could strike with such speed and precision that he seemed to defy the laws of physics, creating vacuum pockets that collapsed into explosive shockwaves, Ethan could not help but wonder just how much more power higher-class warriors truly possessed.

Then suddenly, Percival stopped. He was heaving hard, and Ethan stared down at him with some relief.

"Finally—" Ethan began, but stopped when he saw Percival crouch, bending forward with his hands on the ground, as if ready to sprint.

Ethan shook his head and waited, curious to see what this one would do. He suspected this had to be Percival’s final attempt to reach him.

Suddenly, the blue mana surrounding Percival surged, flaring up in waves around his body.

Without warning, the werewolf launched himself upward so high and fast that it was enough to reach Ethan’s position in one single explosive leap.

The Stark had astonishment in his eyes, but once again, he simply hovered to the side, just out of Percival’s path.

And under every normal circumstance, that should and would have been enough as gravity would take its course, and Percival would crash to the ground after overshooting his mark.

That was how things should have unfolded, at least. That’s what Ethan expected.

But nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

Percival adjusted midair, spinning with precise control, and landed a brutal kick to Ethan’s side that sent the half-dragon crashing back to the earth.

The impact sent dust and debris rising high into the air.

Percival landed back on the ground with both feet, but only for half a second. Right as he touched down, he lunged straight at his grounded foe.

Ethan, upon landing, quickly bounced back to his feet almost without pause, only to see a ferocious werewolf already pouncing in his direction.

In that instant, Ethan lifted his palm forward and thought, "Air Bomb!"

The magic circle that materialized released a devastating explosion of compressed wind. At that point-blank range, Percival could not have blocked or evaded it.

The blast sent the werewolf flying backward with such tremendous force. He crashed into the ground, then bounced off it multiple times, each impact lifting him back into the air, until he finally came to a rest several meters away.

Ethan, trying to catch his breath, watched as Percival slowly stood back up, one limb at a time. And when Percival was back upright, he roared with renewed rage toward Ethan.

"Fuck it," Ethan muttered, stretching his hand forward as a magic circle formed, with lightning energy gathering in its geometric pattern. He was going to use his Lightning Fury Bolts spell.

This spell was Tier 5 and of the lightning element. No way Percival was getting close without getting fried.

But at that moment, when it seemed the situation was about to reach its worst, a vintage car had just parked right outside the gate, and a figure in a suit stepped out from the driver’s seat.

The thick voice of a middle-aged man yelled, "Boys!"

That was when Percival’s gaze hit a shock as he turned toward the gates.

"Father..."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​