Chapter 751 Knew

Chapter 751 Knew

Draktharion and Atticus continued their cataclysmic clashes, their forms blurring with speed, sparks and energy ripping through the air as claws met katana.

Every strike sounded like thunder, the scorching ground shattering beneath their feet, shockwaves splitting the skies.

The battlefield became a blur of red and blue, the heat of Draktharion's flames searing the very air, while Atticus's azure energy cut through it all like a blade of pure light.

At this point, it was becoming very clear to Draktharion, and to everyone watching, who had the upper hand.

Since the battle began, aside from their constant clashes and parries, Draktharion hadn't been able to land a single hit on Atticus. But the same couldn't be said for Draktharion himself.

A dragon's regenerative abilities were truly remarkable, Draktharion healing almost instantly after every wound. But there were some wounds that couldn't be healed so easily.

His pride had been damaged, no, completely shattered. He had been punched, kicked, and slammed into the ground more times than he cared to remember.

He had entered this competition with absolute confidence, with certainty that he would be the victor, that no matter the circumstances, no matter the challenge, he would still come out on top.

He had always loved challenges; they pushed him to become a better version of himself. But this... this was far from a challenge.

He had anticipated the superior race apexes would be the challenge he sought, but not one that he couldn't overcome.

However, as the fight continued, a feeling of doubt began settling deep within him—something he hadn't experienced in his entire life.

What if he couldn't overcome this challenge? What if he fell here?

As these thoughts streamed into his mind, something in Draktharion's memory began to shift. Sharp and painful memories surged through his consciousness...

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A handsome man with two horns protruding from his head stood on a mountaintop, overlooking his vast empire filled with towering buildings.

Beneath him, entire cities of different races bowed in fear and reverence. His face was cold, his eyes molten like lava, as he addressed his subjects, his voice booming across the land.

"Let no one forget," he growled, "This world belongs to dragons. And under my rule, the weak will kneel or perish."

No one dared to raise their head—elves, dwarves, even humans—cowering in utter fear.

The dragon king, Draktharion.

His pride was unmatched. His power, unquestioned. In the entire world, no one dared to defy him.

He ruled with an iron fist, crushing any rebellion, annihilating clans, silencing any whisper of dissent. And yet, in those moments of dominance, he felt alive.

The world feared him—and he thrived on that fear.

But behind the iron, there was a softer side.

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Away from the battlefield and throne, Draktharion was completely different.

He was not the ruthless king everyone feared. He was a husband and a father. After a long day, he would always return to his palace where his children—tiny dragonlings—ran to greet him, each one as excited as the last.

The only woman he had ever loved, the only woman who understood him and stood by him, would always greet him in a way no one else ever did.

She was his motivation. The reason he rose to power, the reason he kept pushing forward.

But as Draktharion's mind spiraled, an image flashed before him. A beautiful woman. Two children. His family. And just like that, all the dark thoughts vanished, replaced by a single, burning desire.

His pride be damned. Everything be damned.

Even if he had to crawl through fire and death, he would see them again.

Nothing would stand in his way.

Draktharion's heart roared as the image of his family surged through him, fueling him like an inferno. His body shook, every muscle burning with that singular resolve.

'No matter what,' he thought.

As Atticus's blade descended, Draktharion's eyes flared, a fierce resolve blazing within.

Just before the strike could land, his aura abruptly exploded.

Fire erupted around him—blazing crimson flames that tore through the air, rippling with raw power.

The heat scorched everything, the ground cracking beneath him, the sky igniting with his rage.

With a dragon's roar, Draktharion's body shifted, growing larger, towering over the battlefield in an instant.

His form twisted and stretched, scales hardening like steel, wings bursting from his back. In seconds, he had transformed—a full dragon, massive and terrifying, standing over everything like a living mountain.

The air vibrated with his power, the ground trembling beneath his massive claws. Lava bubbled and erupted at his feet, the very atmosphere bending to his will.

His roar shook the heavens, his molten eyes blazing with a newfound fire. He wasn't done yet. He couldn't be. Not until he saw them again.

The members of the dragon race watching the live stream roared into the skies, their entire domain trembling.

He had done it—he had achieved something only Grandmasters+ could. He had transformed into a full-blown dragon!

Valkarion's initially worried expression transformed into hope, into intense pride at his grandson's achievement. There was hope now!

With a deep, guttural growl, Draktharion's maw suddenly opened wide. A fierce, glowing heat radiated from his mouth as flames churned within, swirling like molten lava.

Then, in an instant, he unleashed it.

A torrent of fire, blindingly bright and searing hot, erupted from Draktharion's maw. It surged forward, consuming everything in its path.

The roar of the flames drowned out all other sounds as they cascaded toward Atticus with terrifying speed.

The very air burned, the ground below melting into molten rock under the sheer force of the dragon's breath.

The flames twisted and coiled, a devastating inferno that immediately swallowed Atticus whole.

The entire battlefield lit up, bathed in a crimson blaze. The heat was unbearable, waves of fire crashing across the land, reducing everything in their wake to ash and molten slag.

The world seemed to crack under the weight of Draktharion's power.

The people of the dragon race cheered loudly, while the people of the human race fell utterly silent.

The fire had enveloped him... He was gone. That thought echoed in everyone's mind.

But Draktharion, who had unleashed the attack, knew better.

The battle was only just beginning.