CHAPTER 178: DRAYKEN VS TELEKINETIC MASTER!

"How powerful has he become?" Synthia thought, glancing at her own state.

After the tournament, she had barely grown stronger. She had gained some knowledge of spells, but that was about it, she was still a Rank 3 dragon...

In simple terms, she was weak.

"I... I don’t want to be weak," Synthia thought to herself as she looked at Drayken’s powerful form. "Will I become a burden to him in the future?"

The thought struck her like thunder, making her feel nauseous, her legs trembling as a wave of helplessness washed over her.

For a moment, she stood expressionless, almost completely frozen in place.

Then she finally looked up with determined eyes and tightened her fist.

’I must get stronger.’

The thought settled firmly in her mind.

To be of help to Drayken, she had to grow stronger, far stronger than her previously weak self.

This would become her resolve, her unshakable determination to rise.

What she didn’t know was that this tiny spark in her heart would soon blaze into an unquenchable flames, one that would make her the strongest woman in the world.

"What’s wrong? Face me if you can," Drayken taunted with a mocking tone.

The woman gritted her teeth, hatred shimmering in her eyes as she glared at him:

"You think you can do anything you want?"

"Yeah, of course," Drayken shrugged with nonchalance. "Face me like someone who deserves the title of Telekinetic Master."

"You..." she growled, teeth grinding together as she stomped the ground, ready to unleash hell upon him. However, her instincts screamed: don’t advance, don’t bite the bait.

"Am I... feeling fear?"

Her trembling body suddenly stilled. The fear in her expression faded, replaced by a cold, unreadable mask.

"For a moment, I forgot who I am," she mumbled.

Then, without urgency, she drew a simple weapon, a small knife with a razor-sharp edge.

With a casual swipe, she dragged the blade across her palm. Blood dripped steadily, falling to the ground.

"Do you know about Mutant Telekinetic Users, brat?" she asked in a deep, cold whisper.

"...I know," Drayken replied. "Are you one?"

"What do you think?" She chuckled.

As the blood seeped into the ground, it began to spread. Though only a few drops had fallen, the entire ground started to become drenched, almost as if the blood were multiplying, soaking the whole area in crimson.

Drayken hovered in the sky, eyes narrowed. A faint premonition stirred in his heart as he gazed at the blood-soaked earth, it felt as though the ground itself had been wounded.

Then, to his absolute astonishment, the woman opened her eyes, revealing two sharp fangs. At that moment, the blood-soaked ground glowed with a bright red light, illuminating the entire area in a flash of red.

Even Drayken had to squint, his glowing eyes with limitless electric power struggling against the intense radiance.

Ordinary Telekinetic Masters wielded powers capable of manipulating 200 to 300 kilograms with virtually unlimited range...

This level of power alone was enough to crush anyone who stood in their way. And even if someone managed to resist it somehow, the force carried an everlasting property.

Most Telekinetic Users exhausted their power after a period of use and required time to recuperate but a Master’s power possessed an eternal quality. It didn’t fade.

Just like when Zarek faced Melissa’s telekinesis during their first encounter, even though he had perfectly resisted it and halted its momentum, there remained a lingering pressure... an energy that never disappeared.

Drayken felt a flicker of nervousness in his heart but even stronger than that was a surge of pure excitement. His lips curled upward, an almost feral grin forming.

He raised his palm, and a surge of hyper-electric beams descended upon the crimson light.

Bang!

It was like an apocalyptic scene, the deafening explosion echoed through the surroundings.

The ground collapsed under the force, forming a massive crater, and the blood-red light finally subsided.

As the dust cleared, the aftermath was revealed: a shattered army of red beings, their remains splattered across the earth, and at the center stood the woman, her brows twitching, her clothes in tatters.

"That’s it?" Even Drayken felt his brows twitch in disbelief.

"Who are you?" the woman asked calmly as she stood up. "What kind of power is this? You defeated my undying blood army in a matter of seconds."

"Blood army?" Drayken raised his palm toward her, electric energy already crackling and gathering, ready to obliterate her on the spot: "Are you like... a blood necromancer or something?"

Without hesitation, he released a surge of lightning, stronger than before.

"Hmph." The woman scoffed as she jerked her hand, blood seeping into her palm and transforming into a sleek crimson scythe. With an elegant twist of her body, she dodged the lightning blast mid-air, soaring upward using her sword.

In an instant, she launched herself at him, scythe gleaming as she slashed toward him without mercy.

"Hmm, not exactly a necromancer, more like someone who can manipulate blood," Drayken muttered calmly, voicing his thoughts as he felt a pressure squeezing his entire body.

Of course, for a dragon, this was nothing. He simply flexed his muscles, and the invisible pressure shattered instantly.

The woman visibly flinched but didn’t relent. She pointed at the ground, and cracks immediately formed, followed by a chunk of land ripping free and hurtling toward him.

Drayken shrugged with casual indifference. He raised his palms, and a concentrated blast of lightning obliterated the incoming debris.

But in the next instant, as the dust scattered, she was already there.

The woman had closed the distance, her blood scythe poised just inches from his neck.

"Weak," he said in a flat tone.

Lightning surged from his body, erupting into a terrifying electric blast that sent the woman crashing back to the ground, faster than she had risen.

He hadn’t even moved. Just simple gestures of his palm, and she was already defeated...

Drayken looked down at his hand:

"Are Telekinetic Masters really this weak or am I just too—"

"You..."

The woman struggled to her feet, her body battered, bruised, blood pouring from fresh wounds.

Drayken moved. In an instant, his figure blurred into a flash of light. The very next moment, just as she blinked, he was already standing before her:

"You, what?"