I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System-Chapter 291: Battling with the Young Man Again (4)

"What do you think? Will that young man defeat that boy?"

Each of the clan heads was already on the move. They were eager to witness the battle between Draco and the young man—to see Draco defeated and killed. It would be their greatest pleasure. However, not all of them shared this sentiment, but as the saying goes, the majority carries the vote.

As they approached the Volkoid Castle, they suddenly heard the crackle of lightning and the roar of thunder. When they looked ahead, golden thunder and lightning descended from the heavens, sending shockwaves through them. Their eyes widened in anticipation as they rushed toward the battlefield.

When they arrived, they saw the ruined castle—a sight that filled them with delight. But what truly pleased them was the sight of Draco being devoured by the golden lightning. Smiles spread across the faces of most, while the others observed the scene with cautious scrutiny.

However, their expressions shifted to shock and astonishment when they saw Draco emerge without serious injuries. That attack alone should have been enough to wipe out all the clan heads combined.

It was at that moment they realized just how powerful Draco truly was—and with that realization, their desire to kill him only intensified.

Draco looked at the young man, sensing familiar auras around him, but to Draco, they were now nothing more than ants—no longer a threat.

[Massacre Form]

[Massacre Tiger]

Draco's strength surged once again. His hair turned completely blood-red, radiating a murderous aura. The sheer intensity of his presence took the young man by surprise—Draco still had strength left.

Behind Draco, the Mausoleum of Massacre towered, far larger than the castle itself. A wave of terror washed over the clan heads as they stared at Draco in horror.

The young man narrowed his eyes, his gaze chilling. "I wonder how many beings you've slaughtered to possess such a large Mausoleum of Massacre."

Draco smirked. He hadn't killed many humans, but the creatures formed by the Divine Tiger? He had slaughtered nearly a million—if not more—within the small world.

This time, the young man took the initiative. His attacks were precise and swift, aimed directly at Draco's head. Draco stepped back, narrowly dodging the incoming fist.

But the young man didn't stop there—a sudden wave of golden thunder and lightning surged toward Draco. The attack was unexpected, but it wasn't powerful enough to harm him.

The scent of burnt flesh filled the air. But that wasn't what concerned Draco—his body screamed in warning.

When he scanned his surroundings, his heart sank.

The area was densely packed with Heavenly Arrows, Swords, and Spears.

And the worst part? Each Heavenly skill was imbued with Law Power— a force far vaster than the one he had plundered before.

A chill ran down Draco's spine. The young man was finally getting serious.

In an instant, Draco found himself overwhelmed by the Heavenly skills. He moved swiftly, defending himself—destroying the attacks while coating his sword and the Destroyer Crow Bow with the Laws he had plundered.

Then, just as one attack slipped through his defenses, his body screamed in alarm.

Without thinking, his body moved on its own, dodging the attack.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise. That was Xandros' instinct. He had never expected to inherit it, but then again—he was Xandros. Perhaps it had only just activated after the memory fragment.

Thanks to that instinct, Draco successfully escaped the bombardment of Heavenly Skills, leaving him gasping for breath.

But it wasn't over.

A massive fireball hurtled toward him.

And it wasn't alone—another wave of Heavenly Skills was also heading his way.

Draco felt a sense of helplessness. The attacks were simply too monstrous.

Meanwhile, the others had retreated far from the battlefield. The area within five hundred meters of Draco and the young man had already been reduced to ruins— and the destruction was spreading fast.

"Undead Transformation Skill"

Draco didn't waste any time activating it—at this moment, his HP was all that mattered.

Draco's figure was engulfed by the attacks, and by the time everything cleared, his entire body was covered in injuries. Yet, he behaved as if he weren't injured at all.

Draco felt his HP drop by a huge margin. He originally had 840,000 HP—close to a million—but after taking the attack head-on, he was left with about 600,000 HP. A wild, demonic aura reeking of undead intent radiated from him.

When the young man looked at Draco, he could sense the overwhelming lifeforce surging through him. "I don't know how you increased your life force, but no matter how much you have, it won't save you from death."

Draco didn't bother listening. He lunged forward, sword in hand, aiming to strike.

The young man formed a Heavenly Shield in front of him, but Draco's slash shattered it, leaving the young man injured.

Normally, Draco wouldn't be able to harm him. But with the Weapon of Plunder, his forbidden abilities, and the sheer power of his weapons, he had been given the opportunity to wound the young man.

The young man took a step back, inspecting his injured body. "Your damage has increased," he remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco didn't respond. He attacked again.

This time, the young man conjured another shield—but Draco was shocked when his sword failed to pierce it.

"I guess that's enough."

All Draco saw was a flash of light— and in the next instant, he was sent flying.

25,000 HP was instantly chipped away.

Then came five more punches—and in an instant, he had lost 150,000 HP.

Draco's entire body felt devastated. He looked at the young man, his eyes widening.

The young man's body was coated in an unknown energy—one that transcended Originat.

Draco was stunned.

"Master, that's Demi-God Energy."

Xylara's voice rang out in his mind.

A/N: I want to clarify something. Note that the damage Draco took was more than 25,000 HP, but due to the stacked increase in his Defense stats, he was able to negate part of it. This is exactly what happened in his battle against the clone. Because the clone didn't anticipate Draco's final attack, it was killed.

Had the clone been prepared, Draco might have died instead.