Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 53: Going on Killing Spree (7)

"Now we can fight without worries," Finn chuckled as he looked at the brown-haired maid, who stared at him coldly.

"Like I said, you are going to regret ever making the Young Master and the Ignis Clan your enemy," the brown-haired maid snorted in arrogance.

"Leave that for the future," Finn replied casually.

"Thunder Lightning Art: Ferocious Thunder Roar."

The roar of thunder resounded, and the brown-haired maid staggered, losing her footing as the blast hit her unawares. She quickly regained her balance, her cold gaze locking onto Finn once more.

"Fire Art: Fireball."

At the sides of the brown-haired young maid, numerous flaming balls—ten in total—floated ominously, their heat waves strong enough to injure Finn.

Without hesitation, she controlled the fireballs and sent them hurtling toward Finn, launching her attack.

"Thunder Lightning Art: Lightning Shift."

As the fireballs descended upon him, Finn immediately used Lightning Shift, turning into a streak of lightning and dodging each fireball gracefully. The true victims were the ground and surrounding trees, scorched and exploded by the stray fireballs upon impact.

The brown-haired maid snorted in frustration as she watched Finn evade each of her fireball attacks. Yet in that moment of distraction, Finn had already closed the distance using Lightning Shift.

"Thunder Lightning Art: Thunder Lightning Fist."

Lightning wrapped around Finn’s right arm as his speed skyrocketed. Before the maid could react, Finn’s lightning-charged fist struck her squarely, sending her flying toward the ground.

As she fell, her eyes burned with chilly intent. It was clear she had underestimated him.

"Earth Art: Earth Stomp."

The moment the brown-haired maid landed and regained her footing, she stomped the earth, causing the ground to vibrate violently. Finn, caught off guard, lost his balance.

"Earth Art: Earth Punch."

Seizing the opportunity, the maid lunged forward and punched Finn. Her fist was coated in brownish Earth Originat, and the impact sent Finn crashing into the ground, kissing the dirt.

It was a direct return of the blow Finn had delivered earlier.

Finn rose to his feet, scrutinizing the maid with narrowed eyes, surprised by her dual affinity for both Earth and Fire.

"Well, this is going to be a bit of a hassle," Finn muttered under his breath, eyeing the brown-haired maid warily.

"Earth Art: Earth Stomp."

This time, Finn was ready. He used Lightning Shift to escape the vibrating ground’s range, but—

"Fire Art: Fireball!"

As he escaped, Finn found himself surrounded by fireballs that exploded violently, engulfing his figure. The brown-haired maid smirked with satisfaction, feeling a hint of victory as she watched.

Finn’s figure soon emerged, his body covered in burn marks and injuries from the exploding fireballs. Yet in the blink of an eye, everything vanished—his skin returned to its flawless state.

The sight stunned the brown-haired maid. She couldn’t believe Finn possessed such incredible regenerative power.

"Thunder Lightning Art: Thunder Roar."

The crackle of lightning resounded again, shocking the maid back to her senses as Finn charged forward.

"Thunder Lightning Art: Thunder Fist!"

"Earth Art: Earth Wall!"

The brown-haired maid reacted quickly, raising an earth wall before her. Finn’s thunder-charged fist smashed into it, shattering it into pieces, but by then, the maid had already relocated.

Their battle continued fiercely, each searching for an opening to end the fight swiftly. Their clash devolved into a heated deadlock.

Both opponents stared coldly at one another before snorting and charging again, colliding with renewed ferocity.

"Fire Art: Fireball!"

"Thunder Lightning Art: Thunder Roar!"

Their figures blurred with increasing speed, the shockwaves of their battle wreaking havoc on their surroundings.

BOOM! SWOOSH!

The stalemate dragged on—until finally, Finn spotted an opening in the brown-haired maid’s defenses during the relentless fight.

"Thunder Lightning Art: Thunder Lightning Slash."

Thunder and lightning began to crackle from Finn’s body, discharging wildly toward the surroundings. Surprisingly, they converged into his arm. As Finn raised it, a sharp sword aura was emitted from him.

SWOOSH!

He took advantage of an opening and struck at the brown-haired maid—but in that instant, he realized something: it was a setup, a trap. Yet instead of retreating, he poured even more strength into the Thunder Lightning Slash, putting his hope in the defense granted by his draconic bloodline.

"Earth Art: Earth Punch."

The brown-haired maid smirked. The fish had taken the bait—but she had underestimated what kind of fish it was. It wasn’t an ordinary catch; it was a raging lightning storm.

As she struck Finn with her Earth-coated fist, she was shocked to find that she couldn’t hurt him much—his body was far tougher than expected. Lightning discharged from Finn’s body, channeling into her fist and paralyzing her for a brief moment, giving Finn’s attack the perfect chance to land.

She was sent flying, crashing into the earth. Finn, too, was thrown backward from the aftermath of the Earth Punch. Both figures lay injured on the ground.

As for why Finn was able to wield sword aura: before gaining his Draconic bloodline, he had been a sparrow—a creature that survived by the law of the wild. During his transmutation in the Dragon Pool, his comprehension abilities had soared, giving him the opportunity to grasp sword aura.

Slowly, both figures rose. Finn’s waist had been caved in from the impact, but the healing ability of a dragon kicked in, restoring him to his normal state. As for the maid, a deep wound marred her waist, and her clothes were torn apart.

They stared at each other, the tension thick in the air, each waiting for the other to make a move.

"Thunder Lightning Art: Lightning Shift."

Finn moved first, dashing towards the maid.

She watched him calmly, waiting until he entered the range she had prepared.

"Earth Fire Art: Magma Explosion."

A meter ahead of the maid, hot magma erupted from the ground, devouring Finn’s figure and incinerating the surrounding trees. Watching the devastation, the maid believed her attack had succeeded—or so she thought.

CRACKLE!

The sound of crackling lightning echoed behind her.

"That was a strong attack. If I had been caught in it, I might have been seriously injured," Finn’s voice rang out, cold and mocking. "But alas, don’t you know? Speed is my forte."

As a sparrow—a bird species—speed had always been his strength. Even after undergoing Draconic Transmutation, that natural gift wasn’t diminished; it had been enhanced.

The maid turned, horrified, realizing the figure caught in her magma explosion was merely an afterimage. Before she could react—

"Thunder Lightning Art: Thunder Lightning Slash."

PUCHI!

A foreign sensation pierced her heart. Her body turned cold, and her strength rapidly drained away. She looked down at her chest, where a feather-like sword had impaled her heart.

Blood soaked her maid’s uniform, dripping from her mouth as she coughed up a mouthful of crimson.

"You know this is cheating, right?" the brown-haired maid muttered bitterly, turning to look at Finn’s cold figure. Finn had used a weapon to attack her—though she, too, had her own weapon, she hadn’t drawn it in time.

The feather sword was none other than the essence feather from Finn’s days as a sparrow. It was the weapon he felt most naturally attuned to. Through the Draconic Transmutation, the feather sword had been empowered even further, though Finn had kept it hidden on Drake’s instructions.

"Hahaha, cheating? This is battle," Finn’s voice rang in her ears, cold and mocking. "Remember—on the battlefield, the only thing that matters is victory, no matter the method."

Finn pulled the feather sword free as her body slumped to the ground, her eyes dimming—lifeless.

Finn stored the feathered sword as he looked down at the corpse of the brown-haired maid, shaking his head.

"In your next life, be wise."

In a small, scorched clearing, the marks of a fierce battle still lingered in the air.

There, a brown-haired young woman lay, drenched in her own blood, her chest torn open as blood pooled beneath her. Her once-bright eyes were now hollow, frozen in death with a lingering trace of regret.

This was the reality of life—one never knew when death would come knocking at the door.

Author’s Note:

I know some of you might be confused about the fact that the skills they are using were listed in their Skill Vault when Drake appraised them. Let me clarify: those are normal skills.

Their Draconic Skills are advanced versions of the normal ones shown on their status. For example, "Blood Art: Blood Shield" would have a Draconic counterpart called "Blood Dragon Art: Blood Dragon Shield." The skill takes on traits of dragons, and its power is multiplied.

The reason I didn’t initially list them was to avoid confusing readers further.

Also, let me explain the difference:

Draconic Art refers to skills that all dragons have access to, no matter their species (like Draconic Transformation).

Related Dragon Art refers to specialized skills, such as Blood Dragon Shield, Sword Dragon Vortex, and others.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

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