"Ho." She looked at him with disbelief and uncertainty. A whip appeared out of her ring from her index finger, and she whipped towards him.
Instead of dodging, Drayken raised his arm and let the whip coil around it. Synthia tried to pull back the whip but felt powerless to do so!
With a smirk, Drayken yanked the whip hard, pulling Synthia toward him with brute strength and raised his fist.
Synthia wasn't one to relent either, as she raised her long legs to try to kick him hard.
Drayken also punched hard.
The two's fist and kick faced off!
And they seemed to be equal in strength, until Drayken completely overpowered her and sent her to the floor.
Lightning shimmered through his body as he pointed at Synthia.
Bang!
An arc of lightning shot from his fingertips and landed on her fallen body.
At the last moment, Synthia gathered all her mana.
"Double Art: Iron Defense."
A barrier erupted, surrounding her and protecting her from the lightning.
Drayken looked at this with a tilt of his head, with eyes full of curiosity because he was a little uncertain in his heart.
In his conception, one mage can only have one attribute spell and build from there; never has he heard of such a situation.
"She seemed to be a Rank-3 Dragon and must have reached the third circle as well. So she should only be able to use three spells at most. If you consider the first spell as a base, then it would be two spells, but she…"
Drayken was in a state of disbelief as he looked at Synthia with a flabbergasted expression, but even though it surpassed his expectation, he wasn't relevant and delivered a punch to the barrier.
Bang!
The barrier trembled but didn't relent.
So Drayken punched and punched again, until thin, cobweb-like cracks started to appear all over it.
Synthia's expression was pale and filled with panic as she looked at the crumbling barrier.
"Die." Drayken erupted with the last punch and shattered the barrier, and his punch went directly at her face.
She raised her arms as if ready for impact, but the expected punch didn't come. Instead, she felt a hand curling on her stomach and a ticklish feeling from it.
"Eh." Synthia looked down to find two strong arms around her stomach, tickling her.
She froze for a moment before she started to giggle insatiably.
"Laugh more, girl." Drayken chuckled as he moved his fingers more.
Even the great Dragons, as prideful as they are, still suffered from the gentleness of laughing if they got tickled in their stomach.
"Ahahaha—"
At first, Synthia had restrained laughter, but it grew more and more violent over time, her mouth wide as she fell to the ground with unrestrained laughter that echoed throughout the place.
Drayken, of course, didn't relent. He also lay on the ground and tickled her further, until tears dropped from Synthia's eyes from joy and happiness.
"Look at your cold face all day. With this face, what could you even do except make the world sad? You should laugh more—you look beautiful in it," he whispered in her ear with a gentle voice.
But to Synthia, this gentle voice seemed like the devil's voice as she violently laughed:
"Someone… someone…"
She barely uttered out.
While for everyone who was watching this scene, they were utterly stunned—their minds didn't seem to process this situation.
"That's our Dragon Princess, do we let her be sullied just like that…"
"Wtf are you saying? Our Dragon Princess is just being tickled and nothing else."
"But should we do anything?"
The audience were hesitating with uncertainty, and the old man in a tuxedo was the same as well, utterly flabbergasted about his choice and what to do.
Drayken's move utterly stunned them. Hearing the sweet voice of laughter echoing in the air, the people around were even more uncertain about their actions.
And for a time, there was only silence in the air.
Before a terrifying pressure erupted from the sky and a roar resounded.
"You!?"
The sky parted, revealing the Dragon King in the skies, now in his majestic Dragon form with a height of five hundred meters—five times as large as the Ancestor of the Void Clan and Eleanor.
Drayken stopped and stood up with a casual shrug. He looked up at the sky:
"I greet the Dragon King."
"You really dared to do this to my daughter," the Dragon King roared.
"I didn't hurt your daughter, Dragon King. The only thing I did was make her laugh. Are you going to punish me for that?"
"This…" The Dragon King looked at Synthia, who was still laughing and rolling around on the floor. Except for the little scratch on her head, there were really no apparent injuries at all.
"I just faced a life-threatening situation, Dragon King, and awakened a special physique of the lightning,"
Drayken said with an expressionless face.
"Lightning Physique?"
The Dragon King immediately became expressionless. "Are you sure it is one?"
"Yes."
"Show me, then."
The sky grew cloudy and dark. Lightning echoed through the sky, then it struck Drayken without a shred of mercy.
Drayken stood calm and standing.
When the lightning perished, he was still completely fine and uninjured, without a single scratch.
Instead, lightning arcs swirled around him and he… he…
Seemed to have grown stronger by a margin.
This… this… is impossible, the Dragon King murmured in his heart.
"Lightning Arts: Big Two Flash."
Two bolts of lightning struck Drayken at the same time, and he remained perfectly fine. Instead, his eyes were filled with brightness.
"This skill: Raijin's Conduit is so damn good," Drayken felt the power coursing through his body.
This skill had a simple description: converting any electric energy into pure power for him. This might seem simple at a glance, but its benefit was immense, as one could see from its practical use.
"You really can absorb lightning."
The whole place seemed to have become silent. There was a heavy atmosphere in the surroundings, making Drayken confused as he felt the change around him.
How did these rowdy people have such a change in expression?
Even Synthia stopped laughing and was looking at Drayken with an extremely serious expression on her face.
Drayken had only one question in his mind:
What's going on?