Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 55: Going on Killing Spree (9)

"That’s enough play for now," the old man muttered, his killing intent spilling forth like a flood. "It’s time for a real battle."

"Fire Saint Art: Heavenly Blazing Palm"

"First Move: Scorching Ember Art"

The old man’s palm ignited with golden flame as his eyes—burning with lethal intent—locked onto Kaidros.

"Oh, you’re already using a Saint Art?" Kaidros raised an eyebrow in surprise. Saint Arts could control the law of the Origin Dao, allowing them to merge seamlessly with techniques.

Skills and Arts were classified into Mortal, Earth, Heaven, Saint, and Emperor grades. The Mortal grade encompassed arts related to the Body Foundation Realm through the Origin Foundation Realm. Earth-grade arts corresponded with the Origin Warrior Realm.

The Heaven Grade was divided into two: King Arts, which pertained to the Origin King Realm, and Ancestral Arts, tied to the Origin Ancestor Realm.

As for Saint and Emperor grade arts—as their names implied—they were linked to the Origin Saint Realm and Origin Emperor Realm, respectively.

Kaidros looked at the old man. It wasn’t that he lacked Saint Arts, but the problem lay in their origin—they belonged to his sect. If he were to use them, his innocent sect would be exposed and implicated. There was no way such an art wouldn’t be recognized. That left him with only one viable option.

"Sword King Art: King of Swords"

The wind shifted. The atmosphere grew heavy as a regal aura surged around Kaidros. Countless sword phantoms condensed from his aura, swirling around him like a protective legion.

Both auras were overwhelming, but the old man’s was more concentrated and potent. Only the most discerning eyes could spot this subtle advantage.

They exchanged a long glance—then moved.

The old man’s hands pulsed with power, and the flame on his palm suddenly vanished. He struck toward Kaidros with blinding speed. Kaidros raised one of his summoned swords to block, but the moment the palm touched the blade, it erupted in flame and shattered, unable to withstand the force.

Kaidros narrowed his eyes. So, anything that touched the old man’s palm would ignite and burn. As expected of a Saint Art. He resolved immediately—he must avoid direct contact with that palm.

He launched a flurry of swords at the old man, each carrying sharp sword intent, but the old man struck them down with his flaming hand, incinerating them instantly. Their clash continued, tearing through the environment with devastating power. Their figures blurred—flashing, vanishing, and reappearing—as they exchanged blows.

Kaidros had nearly perfected the King of Swords technique. He was using this battle to refine it further, sharpening his mastery under pressure.

"Sun Lion Art: Sun Lion Pounce"

"Sword Art: Sword Step"

They both activated their movement techniques. The old man charged like a feral lion, while Kaidros sliced through the air like a drawn blade.

BOOM! SWOOSH! BANG!

Their speed turned each encounter into a series of explosive collisions. Kaidros began to fall into a disadvantage—not just because he wielded a lower-tier King Art, but because the old man was wielding a Saint Art and held a superior cultivation realm.

Sensing this, the old man’s eyes gleamed.

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"Third Move: Sunfire Palm Strike"

A golden sun flame ignited in the old man’s palm, its heat scorching the surroundings and blinding the air with its intensity.

When Kaidros saw this, his instincts screamed of danger from the golden sun flame. Without hesitation, the swords still floating around him fused into a single blade.

The sword gleamed with a golden hue, radiating the aura of a king—it proclaimed itself sovereign over all swords.

The old man saw this and charged with Sun Lion Pounce. Kaidros, gripping the golden sword, met him mid-air using Sword Step.

As both attacks collided, the old man’s palm burned like magma. The instant it touched the King Sword, the blade was scorched through like paper. The blazing palm then slammed into Kaidros’ chest, leaving a charred imprint as Kaidros was hurled backward.

He crashed violently into the ground, toppling trees in his descent and carving a crater where he landed. Both had imbued their attacks with their respective laws, but Kaidros’ King Sword Art could not channel sword law as effectively as the old man’s Saint Art, which harmonized perfectly with its origin law.

Despite their deep understanding of their laws, neither of them manifested any visible phenomenon. They had long since learned to restrain their laws, fusing them into techniques rather than letting them flare unchecked. It wasn’t that they couldn’t—but doing so in the Bestial Forest, even near its edge, risked drawing the attention of powerful beasts, which might interpret it as provocation.

"Like I said, it’s a mistake to go against the Ignis Clan. I’ll still give you a chance—join us, and your sins will be cleansed," the old man offered, seeing Kaidros rise. A charred palm print seared into his chest, his clothes partly burned away.

"Didn’t you hear me?" Kaidros smirked. "I only serve my master."

The old man’s expression hardened. "It seems you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin." With that, he lunged again. No matter how Kaidros defended, he was struck—sent flying once more with a second blazing palm imprint.

But then—Kaidros laughed.

The old man narrowed his eyes in confusion. "I should thank you, old man," Kaidros said with a chuckle.

He took a single step forward. His wounds vanished. The palm imprint disappeared, as if it had never existed. The old man stood stunned at the sight of Kaidros’ absurd healing speed.

Kaidros had perfected the King of Swords, and in doing so, awakened a new art:

Ancestral Art: Ancestral Sword.

The old man’s eyes widened in disbelief. He lashed out again.

"Fire Saint Art: Heavenly Blazing Palm"

"Second Move: Inferno Burst Palm"

Red inferno flames consumed the old man’s palm as he struck toward Kaidros.

"Sword Ancestral Art: Ancestral Sword"

"First Move: King of Swords"

Though the name was the same, the power behind the technique surged—its might had increased by over thirty percent. The two attacks clashed.

The old man’s palm exploded on impact, sending out a blazing burst of inferno. But the enhanced King of Swords met it head-on. The explosion and sword energy cancelled each other out in a destructive wave.

The old man frowned. Something was wrong. That same skill—now stronger—disturbed him. Deep unease crept through his heart.

"Third Move: Sunfire Palm Strike"

The old man imbued more Originat and power into this strike, his intent clear—he meant to kill Kaidros—as he charged forward with Sun Lion Pounce.

Kaidros smiled at the sight. He felt no fear.

"Second Move: Ancestor of Swords"

An ancestral aura surged from Kaidros’ body as his sword law condensed fully into his blade. His aura and might rose dramatically.

Kaidros stretched the sword forward, slashing toward the charging old man. In the next moment, an unstoppable sword slash was unleashed. It raced toward the old man, who immediately sensed danger and struck out at the incoming slash—but doing so halted his own attack.

The old man was shocked. An Ancestral Art was standing on par with his Saint Art.

He raised his gaze toward Kaidros. Their eyes locked once more, preparing for the next strike.

Then suddenly—

BOOM!

A powerful and overwhelming aura descended across the battlefield.

Kaidros felt a jolt of surprise.

The old man turned sharply—shocked.

Both turned toward the source of the new presence.