I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 131 Taking Care of the Enemies (3)

"Sword Fall," he muttered once more.

A rain of swords fell upon the five concealed men. Even though they tried dodging using their shared link, they couldn't avoid all the attacks. Read new chapters at empire

One of them was seriously injured and sent flying, breaking their shared link. This was the weakness of the shared link—the five users had to remain together. If even one was separated, the link would break.

The remaining four looked at Draco in shock and horror. As they tried to move, everything suddenly turned dark, and their bodies collapsed to the ground.

"How did this happen?" They were stunned to see their lifeless bodies as their eyes dimmed.

The last man shivered in fear. Desperate to flee, he tried running but found himself unable to move. It felt as though he was stuck in place. Looking down, he saw that his legs had been severed.

He turned to face Draco, who was smiling at him. But to the concealed man, that smile was nothing short of devilish.

Without his legs to support him, he began falling. But before he hit the ground, he found himself in the sky, staring at his own lifeless body.

Overwhelmed with fear and regret for underestimating Draco, he died filled with grievance.

Jane was stunned, watching the five concealed men meet their ends so easily. These men were personally trained by the Night Clan, hardened by countless experiences. While they weren't the best of those trained, their strength was still formidable—enough to form an S-ranked mercenary group.

Yet here they were, falling like paper before Draco. She turned to look at the perpetrator and was filled with awe and trepidation. Draco seemed like an unfathomable abyss. What truly bothered her was whether this was his strength back when she had attempted to assassinate him or if it was a newfound level of power.

The guest elder was equally shocked. It seemed the Night Clan had grossly underestimated Draco. If this was his strength, there was still hope he could prevail.

What neither Jane nor the guest elder knew was:

Draco hadn't used his full strength.

He hadn't employed his ranger form.

His strength was currently halved.

Had they known this, the Night Clan would have thought twice about deepening their feud with Draco. Even if Deus had opposed it, the elders would have left Draco alone.

"I told you to join hands with them, yet you stood by and watched your brethren die. You are too weak to face me," Draco said, his expression indifferent as he looked at the guest elder.

"Overconfidence can kill, young man. I alone am enough to end you," the guest elder chuckled.

"Of course, I can make your death a peaceful one—just hand over that sword skill," he added, his true intentions revealed in his greedy gaze.

"Then come and get it," Draco replied, taunting the elder. He understood why the guest elder hadn't saved the five concealed men—he wanted the skill for himself, keeping it hidden from the Night Clan.

However, Draco was puzzled. What is so special about this skill that it warrants such greed from the guest elder? There were countless skills far superior to this one.

"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin," the guest elder snorted.

Draco chuckled. "I want to ask you one question: where is her sister?" he asked, his expression turning icy.

"Hmph, defeat me, and I'll answer you," the guest elder said as he vanished, launching an attack on Draco.

Draco disappeared as well, and their battle began.

BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions erupted as the two clashed, destroying nearby buildings. Yet, despite the intensity of the battle, none of the mercenary city's residents seemed to notice.

It was as though the area had been sealed—and indeed, it was. The guest elder had sealed the battlefield, ensuring the fight remained unnoticed and that Draco couldn't call for help from Luminari Academy.

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In the Vice Chancellor's office

"Where is Draco?" one of the elders asked Alya, who had been summoned to the office. She was confused as to why they had called her.

When they asked her, she suddenly had a look of realization. "He went to Mercenary City," she replied.

When the elders heard this, some were shocked, while others looked at Alya with anger.

"Why did you allow him to go?"

"The Night Family... They will use this opportunity to take revenge."

"I know Deus—after his son was nearly killed, he wouldn't miss the chance to eliminate the culprit."

All the elders furrowed their brows, caught between shock and frustration. Draco's talent was extraordinary, the strongest among the first years. He had even resolved his issue with massacre intent, and the Vice Chancellor had said his intent was purer than anyone he had ever seen.

This signified Draco's immense potential. Now, such talent was venturing into a place where the enemy had laid its trap.

"You should all calm down. He's not as weak as you think," Tera said, attempting to pacify them. He noticed the elders growing increasingly unsettled. Draco was part of the academy's plan to retain their position at the top, and with his help, they believed they could emerge victorious.

"The Night Clan might even suffer at his hands," Tera chuckled.

When the elders heard this, they relaxed slightly, though worry lingered.

"How about we send someone to protect him?" one of the elders suggested. The others nodded in agreement.

They turned to Alya, considering sending her. "Her strength is known to rival that of the elders," one remarked.

"Where is Ivy?" another elder asked.

The group suddenly realized her absence—she hadn't been seen for over a week.

"I sent her on a mission," Tera explained.

"Then let's send an elder in secret and Alya in the open," an elder proposed.

After some deliberation, they agreed on the elder to send.

Back at the battlefield

"Young man, you can still surrender the skill for a more lenient death," the guest elder chuckled. They had been battling for several minutes, yet no victor had emerged, and neither had managed to injure the other.

"Hmph," Draco snorted, which only fueled the elder's anger.

"Lightning Sword!" the elder roared. A massive sword of lightning rose above his head, its crackling energy resembling the descent of an apocalypse.

The elder's abilities were tied to thunder, perfectly complementing the skill. As the sword rose like a towering mountain, its power became overwhelming.

Even the seal the elder had used to contain their battle couldn't suppress the aura it emitted. The elder was going all out.

Draco observed this with a serious expression. Such an attack might have been enough to kill him before he entered the Small World. But now...

"Thunder Dragon Spell," he muttered.

A deafening roar echoed across the battlefield as a purple-gold dragon appeared, flickering with thunder.

The elder stared at the dragon in shock. He could sense that this skill was far more powerful than his Lightning Sword. It wasn't just an attack—it carried the essence of life within the dragon.

His eyes burned with greed. Determined to seize the skill for himself, he poured even more energy into the Lightning Sword, amplifying its destructive power. The colossal weapon raged with apocalyptic might as it descended toward Draco.

Draco remained composed. Commanding the Thunder Dragon, he sent it surging toward the elder.

The battlefield trembled as the two titanic forces clashed.