But a shocking scene occurred!
The massive phantom of the magic dragon was actually shattered by Clayman's bare palm!
Clayman sneered, his arms swinging like lightning, with an extremely dense aura of death gathering on his fist.
"Go to hell!"
He punched toward Draco!
"Impressive."
Draco couldn't help but exclaim softly, calmly forming hand seals.
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
"World-Honored Ksitigarbha!"
"Prajna All Buddhas!"
"Boya Bama Hum!"
Another massive divine dragon phantom rushed out from Draco's body.
The dragon's might was immense, and the dragon's roar echoed repeatedly.
"Oh ho~ Could this move be the legendary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"
Milim and Ramiris's eyes lit up. Having read manga for so long, they were naturally thrilled to finally see a real-life version of a martial arts move.
Moreover, it looked different from the ones in the manga—even more powerful.
The divine and majestic dragon phantom roared, opened its bloody maw, and bit toward Clayman.
"What kind of bullshit martial arts move is this! Shatter!"
Clayman snorted coldly, and a black energy ball appeared out of thin air, smashing head-on into the dragon phantom!
Bang!
The two energies collided and immediately exploded.
"Hahaha! I knew your moves didn't have any deterrent power!"
Clayman laughed wildly, his fierce attacks not stopping for a moment.
However, the dragon phantom gradually faded during the repeated collisions and eventually disappeared.
"Not bad, you actually managed to block my ordinary attack."
As he spoke, Draco took out the False staff of ainz ooal gown.
"I wasn't holding a weapon just now; I was just joking with you."
Draco slowly raised the golden staff and then slammed it hard into the ground.
Immediately, a ripple invisible to the naked eye spread outward from the staff.
"Special! Beam! Cannon!"
Draco shouted, raising the staff, and endless energy instantly converged into a single point.
Then, a loud boom was heard.
"Bang!"
A dazzling white light erupted, shooting straight at Clayman.
Clayman's sense of danger skyrocketed, and he immediately pulled back and retreated rapidly, dodging this fatal blow.
However, after he steadied himself, his face was full of shock.
He was in a sorry state, his clothes torn into rags, a smear of crimson blood at the corner of his mouth, and even a piece of flesh on his left shoulder had been shaved off, revealing white bone.
"This... how is this possible!"
Clayman widened his eyes, staring at Draco in disbelief.
"I know this move; it's the finishing move of Demon King Piccolo."
Ramiris playfully made a finger-gun gesture and winked, "Pew~ pew~"
Inside the barrier, Clayman's expression finally turned serious.
[Super-Speed Regeneration] activated, and his injured body immediately healed rapidly to its original state.
"It seems I underestimated you."
Clayman said in a deep voice, "Since that's the case, I'll get serious."
"Black Death Curse!"
Clayman pointed his right index finger at Draco, and in an instant, the entire area seemed to turn pitch black as hideous petals drifted down.
"Go to hell!"
Clayman shouted, and countless petals instantly flew toward him.
Draco waved his staff with a look of disdain, unleashing all sorts of bizarre, pseudo-magical ultimate moves at Clayman.
"Dragon Slayer Secret Art: Dragon Force - Shiranui Style: Crimson Lotus Phoenix Sword!"
"Great Flame Commandment: Flame Emperor!"
"Starburst Stream!"
"Almighty Push!"
"Zero Point Breakthrough!"
"Ka! Me! Ha! Me! Ha!"
"..."
"Boom—"
"Bang!"
"Thud!"
Flashy skill effects filled the entire barrier, and terrifying gusts of wind swept indiscriminately.
Outside the field, Ramiris and Milim were shouting excitedly, wishing they could rush in and take a few shots themselves.
"So cool! So awesome! Amazing! Absolutely handsome!"
"As expected of Draco, go for it!"
Rimuru, standing nearby, couldn't help but have black lines on his face. How did Draco come up with these skills? They were just too... chuunibyou.
However, watching those flashy skills flickering with brilliant light, Rimuru couldn't help but click his tongue, "It is pretty cool. Raphael, can you analyze them?"
"Report: The target is not using skills, but is precisely controlling the flow of energy via magic power, similar to the nature of a magic bullet."
"...This..."
"You mean, these are actually just ordinary attacks?"
"Correct."
"..."
"No way. How is it possible to precisely adjust all energy into the form one wants?"
"Explanation: It requires extremely rich magical knowledge and possession of a skill similar to [Law Manipulation]."
Alright, upon hearing that he needed to study magical knowledge, Rimuru chose to give up.
He already had Raphael; why would he need to study magical knowledge? Seriously.
There was one more thing Raphael didn't mention: every one of Draco's attacks carried the blessing of an Ultimate Skill.
That was one of the powers of Draco's [King of Time and Space].
Protection of Chronos, God of Time and Space: All abilities, even ordinary attacks, receive the protection of the God of Time and Space and cannot be broken by anything other than an Ultimate Skill that transcends its power.
If not for this power, Draco might have had to use some real strength to deal with Clayman.
After all, Clayman's combat power was around 700,000; no matter how weak, he was still an Awakened Demon Lord, right?
...
When the brilliant magic faded, Clayman was lying on the cold floor, tattered and bleeding, looking utterly miserable.
"You are just a mere human... how can you be this strong? Cough, cough..."
He struggled to prop himself up, looking at Draco, looking unwilling to accept defeat.
"When did I ever say I was human?"
Draco shook his head slightly. "Humans have limits, so I'm transcending humanity."
"What?" Clayman was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted. "You evolved into a Majin?"
Just like how he had modified Mjurran, converting her from a human into a High-ranking Demon.
Draco shrugged, neither admitting nor denying it. "Something like that, though describing me as an Immortal Demon would be more accurate."
"Heh..."
Clayman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I see. But do you really think you've already won?"
Draco's eyebrows twitched, his eyes full of disdain. "Go ahead, keep acting tough. I'll just watch quietly."
Clayman's eyes narrowed. In an instant, one black rune after another appeared beneath his feet, and countless eerie dark energies surged around him, striking fear into anyone who looked.
"Hahahaha... I am Demon Lord Clayman! How could I possibly lose!"
Clayman laughed maniacally, but he kept gathering power without making a move.
Because... this person in front of me is too powerful. I'm no match for him; I have to find a way to escape.
I am of the Deathman; as long as my astral body isn't destroyed, I won't die. I can fake my death just like Lord Kazalim did.
Using my unique skill 'Puppeteer', I'll quietly manipulate the power of the ley lines and let my astral body escape along them.
Ah~ to think of such a scheme in such a short time, you truly are impressive, Clayman.
Just as Clayman was indulging in self-admiration, Draco's playful voice suddenly reached his ears.
"Clayman, you aren't thinking about running away, are you?"
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