I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"This is surprising. I never expected someone like you to be this strong." The young man looked at Draco with a smile.

The moment Draco heard his words, he set his gaze on him—and in an instant.

BOOM! CRACK! CRACK!

Draco's figure vanished as the ground beneath them fractured violently, cracks spreading over two hundred miles. The young man moved as well, mirroring Draco's attack. Both fighters threw their fists forward, colliding in a devastating clash. Everything around them wasn't just destroyed—it was annihilated, wiped out of existence by the sheer force of their impact.

Everyone watching had long since retreated, keeping a safe distance as they spectated the battle from afar. The young man felt the full force of Draco's punch. A heavy blow. He was sent flying, crashing through trees, shattering a mountain upon impact. Yet he quickly regained his footing, his gaze fixed on Draco. Then—in an instant— Draco appeared right in front of him, his fist already striking forward.

The young man had underestimated Draco's strength at first. But now, he was prepared.

"Heavenly Shield!"

A massive golden shield materialized before him, radiating the divine presence of the Heavenly Dao. Draco's fist collided with it—SHATTER! The shield was destroyed instantly. But it had done its job. The young man narrowly evaded the attack, using the opportunity to distance himself from Draco.

Draco stopped, his rage boiling. He needed to vent it. Their eyes locked in a deadly stare.

"Heavenly Armor!"

The young man called out, and their clash resumed. The battlefield was left in ruins. Nothing remained intact. Not the land. Not the trees. Not even life itself. The Seat of Demons, the Volkoid, and everyone else had fled to the farthest edges of the battlefield.

All across the field, humans and Volkoid warriors—normally bitter enemies—stood near one another. None dared to fight. None even dared to harbor killing intent. Not when the sheer pressure from these two fighters was enough to obliterate them with a glance. Silence hung over the battlefield. No one moved. No one even breathed too loudly, afraid of drawing the battle's aggression toward themselves. They knew. None of them could survive even a single hit from these two.

The clash continued. The number of mountains toppled, forests burned, and lives erased was beyond measure. 99% of the spectators couldn't even follow their movements. All they could see were flashes. And even those were fleeting.

BOOM! CRACK! SWOOSH! BANG!

Every clash between the two shattered space itself—piece by piece. Though the rifts weren't large, it was terrifying. Then, both warriors suddenly stopped, locking eyes once again.

"Heavenly Thunder!"

Thunder and lightning spread across thousands of miles. The crackling electric arcs and deafening booms of thunder shook the heavens themselves. The sheer pressure left some warriors frozen in fear, while others trembled uncontrollably. This was divine might.

In an instant, pure golden thunder and lightning rained down on Draco. A heavenly storm engulfed him, devouring his figure. The battlefield fell into absolute silence. All eyes were locked onto the golden storm, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

The destruction left in the wake of the golden thunder and lightning was catastrophic. It was a testament to its overwhelming power. As the golden storm faded, everyone waited to see the result.

What they saw shocked them all. Even the young man was stunned.

There, standing unharmed, was Draco. Without a single scratch. Without even the faintest burn. In his hands, he held a compressed golden sphere—a swirling mass of the very same thunder and lightning that had been meant to destroy him. Crackles of golden lightning still surged from it, but Draco remained untouched.

No one doubted what this meant. Draco had compressed the very attack that was supposed to destroy him. But their shock wasn't over yet. Suddenly—red lightning erupted from Draco's hands. It devoured the golden lightning. The moment they saw the crimson arcs of power, they felt something far beyond fear. Something far beyond terror. The red lightning… It was far more dreadful than the golden thunder.

"World Annihilating Thunder!" the young man cried out in shock. For the first time, he looked at Draco with utter astonishment. As someone aligned with the Heavenly Dao, he knew exactly what this meant.

He reassessed the red thunder, and though his initial shock subsided slightly, he realized it wasn't the true form of World Annihilating Thunder. It was more like a prototype. If it had been the real thing, he would have been left wondering how Draco had survived—because this thunder and lightning were lethal to Demi-Gods. Even Gods themselves feared it, as a single misstep could mean their demise. This was a power meant exclusively for their destruction.

Yet, despite not being the true form, he was still surprised that Draco had endured it at all.

Draco turned to the young man when he heard his shout. "Oh? You know about it?" His voice carried the weight of descending stars.

Without hesitation, Draco waved his hand, sending a wave of World Annihilating Thunder straight at the young man. Reacting instantly, the young man summoned dozens of Heavenly Shields in front of him.

CRACKLE! BOOM!

When the smoke cleared, the young man remained standing. Though he was unharmed, faint burn marks could be seen on his Heavenly Armor—evidence that he had barely withstood the attack.

Draco frowned. He knew this power wouldn't last forever. He had to unleash everything before it faded.

"Five-Element Dragon!" Draco roared.

ROAR!

A deafening draconic cry shook the heavens as a colossal dragon emerged behind Draco. Unlike any of his previous dragon skills, this one emanated an aura that defied all logic.

The dragon's scales shimmered in five distinct colors as it coiled behind Draco. Its eyes brimmed with divine spirituality, embodying both destruction and creation itself. Its mere presence transcended all things.

"Heavenly Unicorn!" the young man called out.

NEIGH!

The majestic cry of a unicorn echoed as a brilliant, sparkling white horse with a golden horn materialized behind him. It radiated absolute authority, as if it were the sovereign and offspring of the Origin Heavenly Dao itself. Its aura was domineering, yet ethereal—overflowing with spirituality.

Both warriors moved simultaneously, stepping into the heads of their respective Volkoids. The moment they did, it was as if the creatures had come to life. Their chests rose and fell as if they were truly breathing.

The young man spoke. "Young boy, my name is Vincent. What about yours?"

"Draco."

Vincent's lips curled into a smirk. "Draco, why don't we take this battle to the skies? Unless you want your world to be devastated beyond repair."