Chapter 316: The Power of the Lionhart

King Lionel hovered in the air, his expression cold and filled with fury, his presence demanding attention. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at Lucas and Roxana, his voice exploding across the battlefield like thunder."Let me show you the true power of the Lionhart family!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the land, causing the ground to tremble beneath the weight of his words.

With a swift motion, Lionel raised his massive greatsword high above his head. The air around him crackled as he began to draw in energy, a swirling vortex of power filling his body.

His muscles bulged, and his already overwhelming aura expanded even further, radiating a suffocating pressure that seemed to crush everything around him. The very air grew dense, making it hard to breathe. Searᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Lucas, ever the keen observer, raised an eyebrow. His eyes darted toward the noble district below, catching something unusual amidst the chaos. A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The nobles—those who had fled in terror from their collapsing estates—were now collapsing one by one. Their faces paled, and their bodies weakened, as if the very essence of their life was being drained from them.

Lucas's smirk widened, his voice laced with cold amusement. "So… you're sucking the life out of your own nobles to make yourself stronger?"

Lionel, his face stern and unyielding, shook his head slowly, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "No," he said in a low, commanding tone.

His voice was calm, but it carried an air of superiority. "I'm not stealing their power. I gave them some of my strength to begin with. Now, I'm simply… taking it back."

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Lucas's smirk deepened, his tone mocking as he glanced up at Lionel. "Oh, how generous of you."

Lionel ignored the jab, his aura continuing to grow as more energy flowed into him. The ground around him began to crack and sizzle, the very air shimmering with heat and pressure.

His power surged to new heights, and the energy he absorbed reached its peak, blazing around him like a golden flame, a radiant aura that made him seem invincible.

Inside Lucas's mind, the system chimed in, its tone dripping with arrogant mockery. [Well, would you look at that? Mr. Noble King thinks he's impressive because he can leech off his subjects' power. What a "glorious" nine-star fighter. I bet he's proud.]

Lucas chuckled softly, his expression calm but focused. "Yeah, I see it," he murmured.

The system wasn't done. [Oh, don't act so calm, Lucas. Did you notice? This guy is nine-star now. You know what that means, right? He probably thinks he's untouchable.

Spoiler alert—he's not.] The system's voice was practically oozing with condescension.

Lucas gave the faintest nod, his smirk never fading. "I know that."

King Lionel's eyes gleamed with an undeniable mix of superiority and confidence as he lowered his gaze toward Lucas and Roxana. His lips curled into a small, condescending smile, his posture relaxed as if the battle was already won.

His voice, cold and filled with absolute certainty, echoed across the battlefield. "Now that I've reached nine-star, none of you can stand against me. You're far beneath me."

His tone dripped with arrogance, as though Lucas and Roxana were nothing more than insignificant obstacles to be swept aside.

Roxana, still towering in her massive Volcanic Dragon form, let out a deep, rumbling growl. Her molten eyes blazed with both fury and excitement, the thrill of the impending battle surging through her.

She stretched her wings wide, casting a shadow over the trembling kingdom below. "We'll see about that!" she roared, her voice carrying across the entire city like a thunderclap, shaking the air with its power.

There was no hesitation, no moment of doubt. Roxana opened her massive jaws, and from within her throat, a searing torrent of molten magma and fire erupted.

The air itself seemed to ignite as she unleashed her Volcanic Dragon Breath, a stream of destruction surging forward with deadly intent, aimed directly at Lionel.

The roar of the magma echoed through the sky, the heat so intense that the ground beneath them began to melt, rivers of molten rock spreading out in all directions.

But Lionel… Lionel didn't even blink.

His expression remained calm, almost bored, as he raised his greatsword with practiced ease. In a single, swift motion, he swung the blade downward, the sword now crackling with the immense power he had gathered.

The blade cut through the oncoming wave of molten lava as if it were air, dispersing the searing attack effortlessly.

The molten magma split apart, dissolving into harmless streams of liquid fire that veered off course, melting the ground but leaving Lionel untouched. His aura flared even brighter, the golden energy around him shimmering with untouchable power.

As the dust and heat settled, Lionel stood there, untouched and unshaken. His eyes gleamed with the same arrogant confidence, as if the attack had been no more than an inconvenience.

Roxana's molten eyes narrowed, frustration flickering in their depths. Her tail thrashed, sending sparks of molten rock flying, but even through her irritation, her smirk remained.

"Not bad," she growled, her voice thick with challenge. Her gaze locked onto Lionel with renewed intensity. "But let's see how long you can keep that up."

Her words were laced with a dangerous edge, a promise that this was far from over.

Lionel's eyes narrowed in return, his grip tightening on his greatsword. "Long enough to end you," he said, his tone sharp, but still disturbingly calm. He looked at her as though he was untouchable, as though the power he wielded made him invincible.

The tension between them was thick, the air heavy with the anticipation of the clash that was about to erupt. Every breath seemed to carry the weight of the battle to come, and the kingdom below seemed to tremble in fear of what was unfolding above them.

Both sides were ready to go all out. Roxana's molten energy pulsed with raw power, while Lionel's aura burned even brighter, a golden inferno of dominance and strength. Neither was willing to back down.