I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 130 Taking Care of the Enemies (2)

Draco smiled and turned his gaze to a certain spot.

"I'm sure our friend has enjoyed enough of the show," he said.

"As expected of the person who dares to kill our young master," a strange laughter echoed from the building as five concealed, robed men walked out.

Jane, upon laying her eyes on the five men, turned a bit pale. It seemed she knew their identities. As expected of the Night Clan, they wouldn't take any risks when eliminating an opponent.

Draco looked at the five men and smiled. He could see the vast difference between their strength and that of the previous group of mercenaries.

"I think there's one more person who should come out," Draco said faintly, his gaze still fixed on the spot where the five concealed men had emerged.

Hahahaha!

"It looks like you aren't ordinary yourself, young man," an old man stepped forward from the shadows. He wore a deep black robe with the insignia of a dagger.

This was the Night Family insignia, also called the Flynn Clan. Among the other families: the Everett Clan bore the Nine-Tailed Fox Insignia, the Emberwood Clan carried the Tree Insignia, and the Starlight Clan bore the Star Insignia.

Jane shivered, fear evident on her face. She recognized the old man—a guest elder. These were elders who weren't descendants of the Night (Flynn) Clan, but due to their talent, they were accepted into the clan and given this status.

Draco's expression turned serious as he looked at the old man. He realized he had underestimated the Night Clan. They intended to finish the job thoroughly.

What Draco didn't know was that the Night Clan had investigated him extensively. They had tracked his movements in Mercenary City, including his association with Brad and his mercenaries. They also knew about Draco entering the top ten of the first-year students, and they believed he had a strong chance to emerge as the winner if the top ten battle took place.

To earn such acknowledgment meant his strength wasn't to be taken lightly. They had used the mercenaries to test him, hoping to assess his capabilities. However, the mercenaries had failed, unable to force Draco to reveal his strength.

If the young mercenary leader could hear this, he would curse the Night Clan a million times. They had kept him in the dark about Draco, effectively treating him and his men as cannon fodder.

"Don't worry, young man. I'm just here to watch you die," the old man chuckled. His job was to observe the battle. If the five men weren't enough to eliminate Draco, it would then be his turn to act.

Both Jane and Draco understood this. They weren't naive.

Jane looked at Draco with worry. If she had known it would come to this, she wouldn't have involved him in her problem. If Draco chose to run, she wouldn't blame him—they were, after all, mere strangers.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't worry; they didn't come for you, but for me. Just stay back and watch how I eliminate them," Draco chuckled.

"Such bold words, young man," the guest elder scoffed.

Draco smiled. "Are you all coming together, or what?"

His words provoked the five concealed men and the elder, their rage evident. Even Jane was left speechless by Draco's boldness.

The elder and the five men calmed themselves, suppressing their anger.

"Let's see if your strength matches your arrogance," one of the robed men said.

The five moved, surrounding Draco. Jane was ignored—they knew her strength and believed she could be easily subdued. Moreover, the guest elder stood as their backup.

"I said you should all come together," Draco advised.

"We five are enough to handle you," they retorted.

Draco smiled lightly.

The five men struck simultaneously, daggers gleaming in their hands.

Draco vanished, flashing out of sight, and the five followed. The battle had begun.

CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of weapons clashing echoed as Jane and the elder observed the battle. In Draco's hand was a sword, condensed from pure sword intent.

Everyone could sense that this was a Level 6 Intent. This revelation left them shocked. The elder and the five concealed men radiated intense killing intent.

From the information the Night Family had gathered about Draco, they believed his highest-level intent was Level 2, and sword intent wasn't even part of his repertoire. Now, not only had he comprehended sword intent, but it was already at Level 6.

This is a prodigy, the elder thought. "But alas, he has formed a feud with the clan, or I would have invited him to join us."

"Since he can't be used, we must eliminate him."

"I guess I've had enough of your strength. Let me show you mine," Draco chuckled.

With the white sword in his hands, the blade began to emit its Origin Aura.

"Emperor Sword Intent!" the guest elder shouted in shock.

Jane and the concealed men, upon hearing this, were equally astonished.

An Emperor Sword Intent? This was an intent that ruled supreme over all other sword intents. Cultivating it meant one was a peerless prodigy.

It was the same for other weapons—each had a sovereign intent that dominated over others. These intents were said to be nearly on par with Supreme Intents.

"Sword Fall," Draco muttered. This was one of the sword skills he had obtained after looting Volkoid. It was an incredibly powerful skill, not easily defended against.

A sword qi shot into the sky, confusing everyone as to what form of attack this was.

The five concealed men who were attacking Draco felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of danger, their instincts screaming at them.

They looked up to see the sword qi that had flown into the sky suddenly shatter into thousands of pieces of sword intent, each fragment as powerful as the last.

The elder was stunned, muttering, "A skill that can use a domain?"

Such skills could transform intent into a domain. These skills were incredibly rare, some even preserved as the inheritances of great clans. This only emphasized how powerful this technique was.

The elder's eyes gleamed with greed. "If I could obtain this skill, my strength would increase vastly, and the Night Family would hold me in high regard."

Draco noticed the elder's greedy intent, but it only made him chuckle.

The five concealed men were struck by the rain of sword intent, sent flying into nearby buildings as they coughed up blood. They looked at Draco in horror, realizing his strength was nothing short of extraordinary.

They exchanged glances before uttering, "Shared Link."

Draco was surprised as he watched their bodies begin to heal. To him, it now felt like he was fighting one entity instead of five. Their combined strength had significantly increased.

The five moved in unison, striking at Draco. As Draco countered and struck one with his white sword, he was shocked to find his attack hit nothing—the figure had vanished, only to reappear next to another.

This impressed him, but he simply smiled, preparing for another strike.

Minutes passed, and the battle raged on. The concealed men looked at Draco in disbelief—they hadn't managed to land a single blow on him.

Meanwhile, Draco smiled. He had finally discovered a way to deal with them.

"Sword Fall," he muttered once more.