Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!-Chapter 561: The Frost Momach’s Power [3]
The elder's expression shifted. Gone was the calm superiority he had carried earlier. His body tensed as he realized that Dracos was far more powerful than the Supreme Dragon Courts had thought.
'We're all at the legendary tier so why does it feel like I'm fighting someone a whole rank higher than me?'
The elder dragon's eyes flicked briefly between the Ice Monarch and the hybrid standing silently behind him.
Still, pride and duty bound him. The Court's will was absolute—or so he had believed. Yet here was Dracos, one of their finest creations, openly defying that ancient authority for the sake of a single boy.
This single thought seemed to cause the anger in his heart to surge once more.
The cold thickened.
Dracos took a slow step forward.
The Elder Frost Dragon didn't back down. His eyes glinted with that same Supreme Court arrogance, the kind that said he still believed he had authority here. That his centuries of service gave him the right to decide who lived and who died. That Dracos, for all his talent and fame, was still beneath the Court's reach.
"You're making a mistake," the elder growled. "Protecting a hybrid is already treason. Attacking an elder of the Court will make you a marked traitor."
Dracos's expression didn't change. His hands remained at his sides, relaxed, not even clenched into fists. His aura didn't flare violently or roar to life like many would in this moment. Instead, it compressed further—denser, tighter, sharper—so cold that the snow beneath his feet turned to shining crystals, and the surrounding mist solidified into suspended frost needles.
"I'm not protecting a hybrid," he said flatly. "I'm protecting Frostpire. The Court made its choice. This is mine."
Without another word, he moved.
One instant, he stood still. The next, he was gone—just a flicker of motion in the mist—and then the elder reeled backward, a blast of frost energy exploding across his chest, sending him crashing through an old frozen tree. The trunk split in two from the force, collapsing as frozen bark shattered into the wind.
The elder recovered fast, slamming a hand into the earth to stop his skid and flipping backward, frost magic flaring to life around him. With a growl, he extended both arms, summoning a wall of defense—layer upon layer of reinforced frost-condensed shields forming a hexagonal barrier between him and the approaching monarch.
But Dracos didn't stop.
He shot forward again, sliding low across the ice like a phantom, hand raised, fingers splayed. With a flick of his wrist, five jagged lances of pure primordial ice erupted from the ground, aiming directly at the elder's feet. The elder leapt backward, but one of the lances clipped his ankle, drawing blood and freezing part of his boot solid.
He landed with a grunt, but Dracos was already above him, descending with a spinning kick that cracked the air. The elder barely got his arm up to block, and even then, he was sent flying again—his body rolling over the ice, slamming against the side of a large boulder that fractured upon impact.
The elder dragon thrust his hand forward and summoned his full battle form—a ring of frost circles appeared behind him, spinning rapidly. Runes pulsed outward like ripples in the snow, and in seconds, the entire clearing transformed. The ground turned into a translucent battlefield of deep ice. Massive jagged spikes burst from the earth like spears, and the air thickened with magical pressure. The elder stepped forward, robes flaring.
Crystalline Domain.
A high-tier Frost Dragon technique known for locking down opponents and overwhelming them with environmental control.
To his credit, the elder used it well.
The ground cracked underfoot as enormous icicles launched toward Dracos from every angle. Ice chains shot from the earth, attempting to bind his legs. Above, thick frost arrows materialized mid-air, homing in like sentient projectiles.
Dracos stood calmly as the ice around him surged like a tidal wave.
Then, for the first time since the fight began, he raised his hand high.
He clenched his fist.
And the domain froze.
Not literally—but metaphorically.
Everything stopped.
The magic stuttered.
The icicles paused.
The chains halted mid-lash.
And the arrows disintegrated in the air as if forgetting why they existed.
The elder blinked in confusion—but it was already over.
Dracos exhaled once.
And the air exploded.
Not with flame or shock or light—but with silence so absolute it shattered everything that wasn't anchored by will alone. The Crystalline Domain collapsed instantly, crumbling like glass under pressure. The elder reeled, staggered, falling to one knee as his own magic rebelled against him.
Dracos approached, one step at a time.
The elder snarled and made one final attempt—spinning frost blades forming in both hands. He lunged forward with surprising speed, slashing diagonally, aiming to draw blood, to do something—anything—to shift momentum.
Dracos caught the first blade in his bare hand.
BOOM!
It shattered instantly.
The second came around in a tight arc, aimed for his ribs.
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Dracos ducked it, twisted smoothly, and drove a palm into the elder's stomach.
The sound was dull, and one might have thought it didn't have much impact.
But the result proved otherwise.
The elder was lifted off the ground, and he forgot to breathe for a moment. His body spun once before crashing to the ground.
The elder didn't get back up.
Dracos stood over him; not even a trace of exhaustion could be seen on his face.
The elder groaned, barely able to lift his head. His face was pale, his breaths shallow. The frost patterns on his robes flickered weakly, their glow fading.
"I… serve the Court," he managed to say.
"You serve yourself," Dracos replied. "Just like the rest of them."
He raised a hand again, and frost gathered around his palm, shaped like a spear. The air around it crackled—cold enough to kill.
Suddenly, just before Dracos could kill the elder dragon, Nox called out from behind.
"Wait."
Dracos paused.
"Leave him," Nox said.
Dracos turned his head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes.
"Why?"
"He's beaten. Killing him would be useless. I have a better use for him alive." Nox smirked.
The Ice Monarch looked back at the elder, and after a few seconds, the frost spear dissolved in his hand.
Seeing this sight, Nox grinned and stepped forward.
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