The First Mythical Dragon: Harem System

BANG!

BOOOM!

BOOM!

BOOOM!

The entire alleyway quaked violently as repeated clashes echoed through the air. Loud bangs thundered, walls trembled, and debris rained down like hail. Drey and the demon were going at each other with full speed and strength.

Or at least, that was what the other hunters thought. From the outside, it looked like two monsters tearing reality apart. Mini shockwaves erupted with every movement, small craters forming under their feet, and the air itself whistled as their strikes sliced through it.

From one end to the other, they moved like phantoms—slicing, clawing, punching, and blocking. Each hit carried the strength and power to break a mountain apart, and the clash continuously exuded shockwaves, violent gusts of wind, and thick clouds of dust that filled the entire alleyway.

"Is that really all you got? Huh? You so-called Proto-Echelon!" Drey taunted as a sickle whistled past his head, missing by just a hair's breadth. He smirked and leaped backward, landing smoothly while giving the demon a bit of space.

"According to what I know, weaklings are the ones who keep on yapping. Strong men don't yap!" the demon roared as it darted forward again, appearing right in front of the hunter within a blink, its sickle thrust forward like a spear.

"Which means you're a weakling too," Drey replied with a smirk, his eyes glowing faintly as he lifted his sheath to block the first sickle. The second came in immediately, but Drey smacked the demon's hand to the side with sharp precision.

And then, as if the two shared a single mind, both swung their legs forward at the same time, aiming for a brutal kick.

BAM!

The kicks connected perfectly, the impact exploding into a massive shockwave that blasted outward. Everyone in the alleyway felt it. Max, who was already weak and barely holding on, was sent skidding backward, tumbling a full meter away before his body slammed to a halt.

'Damn it!' he groaned inwardly in pain and anger, feeling every muscle in his body scream.

The ground beneath the duo cracked deeply, dust and gravel rising as they glared at one another with murderous intent. The demon's eyes flickered dark red as it quickly spun around, swinging its other leg in a wide arc for a roundhouse kick aimed at Drey's head.

But in the next instant, before it could even finish the motion, the leg was gone—sliced clean off. It hit the ground with a wet thud, the sharp cut gleaming.

'How… How is this possible?!' the demon thought in disbelief as it lost balance, nearly collapsing.

Drey didn't give it a second to recover. He surged forward and smashed his foot straight into the demon's face with full force, sending its body crashing into a wall. The impact shattered the entire section, bringing the structure down in a storm of rubble and dust.

Click. Click. Click.

Drey's boots echoed softly as he walked towards the pile of broken concrete. His eyes were cold, scanning for movement. Just as he was about to raise his sword, he froze.

A blur of motion—so fast it looked like teleportation appeared right before him. The demon burst from the rubble, fully regenerated, and before Drey could react, its leg slammed into his side.

The hit sent Drey sliding backward, his boots grinding against the ground as he steadied himself mid-motion.

"I'm not done with you!" the demon bellowed, its voice dripping with fury as it lunged again. One sickle came diagonally from above, the other from below, both heading straight for Drey's torso.

'That weapon… even without being told, I can feel how sharp it is. I can't let it touch me, not even slightly,' Drey thought, his focus sharpening to a deadly edge. 'But then again… I do have something.'

As the sickles neared, Drey's body moved. His sheath swung up instantly, deflecting one of the attacks with a loud metallic clang. Then, in one graceful, deadly motion, his hand gripped the hilt of his sword.

In a blink, he drew it.

SHING!

The blade clashed with the demon's weapon in a flash of blue light, the sound ringing like thunder. The impact unleashed a shockwave so intense that every conscious soul in the alleyway felt it hit their chest.

The wind howled violently, rattling the walls and whipping dust into the air as the force of their power rippled outward like a storm.

"I was a fool. Should have just used the weapon designed to slay your kind on you as fast as possible," Drey said coldly as the two were locked in a brutal stalemate, their weapons pressing hard against each other. Sparks hissed and flickered in the air between them.

"I said you shouldn't look down on me! I have the power to get into the Twelve Echelons! I have the strength to rise into the Upper Six Rank!" the demon roared, its voice raw and shaking the ground. The air around it began to distort slightly from its energy output.

"And yet, here you are," Drey replied with a calm, cutting tone. "Struggling against an S rank. What a pity." His expression didn't waver as he spoke, his grip still firm on the sheath holding back the demon's sickle. "A bunch of B and C rank hunters were boxing you around earlier, and you think you can handle me?"

"S rank hunter! S rank hunter my foot!" the demon screamed, veins bulging across its frail neck, its eyes wild with fury. "I haven't seen the reason you were given that rank! Show me, you weakling! Only then will I deem you worthy enough to see my full power!"

"I refuse to," Drey said with a faint smirk, his red eyes glowing with dangerous amusement. "You're just too weak to be shown the strength of the mighty Drey."

"Then just die!" the demon thundered in pure rage. It abruptly released the sickle locked against the hunter's sheath, letting it free-fall toward the ground while leaving its hand free.

But before the weapon could even touch the floor, the demon kicked it violently, sending it flipping in the air and spinning toward Drey's face like a blazing blue disc. Drey quickly leaped a meter away, the weapon slicing past where his head had just been.

Then—BOOM!

A deafening bang echoed as the demon shot forward like a missile, grabbing the sickle midair, then kicking off the ground again. It spun in a deadly corkscrew motion, twisting like a coiled serpent as it brought its weapon down in a vicious slash aimed directly at Drey's neck.

Drey smoothly sidestepped, the blade cutting cleanly through the air beside him. For a brief moment, he thought he'd avoided it completely until the demon landed, its feet smashing the ground, and it exploded forward again without hesitation.

This time, the sickle was hurled straight at Drey's chest.

He reacted instantly, swinging his sword with perfect precision and smacking the weapon out of the air with a metallic clang. But before it could even hit the ground, a chain suddenly appeared snapping out from the sickle's guard and linking back into the demon's hand.

"Tch." Drey's expression hardened as the demon gripped tightly onto the chain and yanked it back with tremendous strength. The sickle twisted midair, slithering like a live creature before shooting sideways toward the hunter's neck from a completely different angle.

'Curse you,' Drey scoffed inwardly, his sword humming softly with power as he turned and blocked the incoming slash with minimal effort, the clash shaking the very air.

The demon snarled in anger, its body glowing faintly red as it leaped high off the ground, shooting into the air toward Drey with incredible speed.

Glancing up, Drey just smirked. His eyes flashed with a crimson gleam as he hurled his sheath upward toward the incoming demon.

Seeing this, the demon sneered. "You missed!" it shouted as it twisted midair, spinning around the flying sheath effortlessly.

Unfortunately for it, that was exactly what Drey wanted.

Before the demon could even react, Drey appeared right in front of it in the air, his speed utterly incomprehensible.

BAM!

BOOOOM!

The entire airspace trembled violently as a powerful punch smashed straight into the demon's abdomen with bone-crushing force. Blood sprayed violently from its mouth, the sound echoing like a cannon shot.

In the next second, the demon's body was hurled through an entire wall, tearing a gaping hole in it before crashing out into the open streets beyond. Rubble exploded outward from the impact, shaking nearby buildings.

'Bomboclat! He managed to send the demon hurling?! We couldn't even do that, even with Jasmine's strange power-up from earlier!' Jake screamed inwardly in total disbelief, his heart pounding as he watched the scene unfold like a nightmare turned on its head.