Chapter 536: rcy
“Fla Tyrant First Form: Blazing Fang!” the man roared not wanting to give Max a chance at all.
A black fla dragon’s head erupted from his right fist, its jaws wide as it shot toward Max with blistering speed.
Max responded instantly, black fire swirling around his body as he lunged forward to et it.
“Fla Tyrant Second Form: Molten Devourer!” Arriving before it, he growled, his forearms coated in burning scales of fla. He crossed his arms, catching the dragon head-on. The explosion rocked the arena—but Max twisted through the flas, closing the distance.
Their fists collided in midair.
“Third Form: Infernal Ripclaw!” the man barked, sweeping his hand sideways. Claws of fire shaped like a dragon’s talons burst from his knuckles.
Max ducked under the searing arc, his body twisting low.
And then—
“Fourth Form: Tyrant Fang Drive!” Max grunted. His knee, engulfed in spiraling black fla shaped like a dragon’s open jaw, crashed up into the man’s ribs.
The older warrior flew back but planted his foot mid-air, twisting mid-fall. He thrust his palm down.
“Fifth Form: Sovereign Fla Pillar!”
The entire floor beneath Max detonated upward in a column of spiraling fire, a pillar shaped like a roaring dragon winding around itself.
Max’s figure blurred, barely avoiding the rising explosion. His chest was scorched, his brows singed—but his eyes burned brighter.
He roared, charging forward, fists ablaze.
“Sixth Form: Tyrant Emperor Spiral!” he shouted.
A massive spiraling dragon wreathed his body, ford from countless coils of compressed black fla. He spun like a cyclone, fists blazing with fla, each punch hamring into the enemy with bone-cracking force.
But the old warrior grinned. “So you’ve learned them all. Good. Ti for the complete form.”
“Complete Fla Tyrant Sequence: Wrath of the Abyssal Drake!” he shouted.
The ground trembled. From his body surged a massive dragon, coiling out of his fists, tail whipping the earth, mouth wide with fire.
Max’s own flas exploded outward in response.
“Fla Tyrant Final Form: Black Tyrant’s Judgnt!”
A dragon of his own surged upward from his chest, shaped from raw comprehension and instinct. The two dragons t midair with a cataclysmic blast—shockwaves flattening the tiles, roaring firewaves charring the edges of the void.
They weren’t just throwing attacks—they were fighting as dragons.
Fists beca claws. Legs twisted into slashing tails. Fla dragons roared from arms and shoulders, clashing, biting, exploding.
The elder punched Max into the ground.
Max retaliated with a leaping elbow cloaked in spiraling fire.
They collided again. Again. Again. Every strike scread with ancient fla, every move a tribute to the inheritance carved into their bones.
And finally—
Max’s foot smashed through the enemy’s knee, twisting around into a fla-laced uppercut, followed by a finishing blow: both fists crashing down with all the weight of his will and fire behind them.
Boom!
The elder fell back, embedded into the shattered stone, his body steaming with vanishing fla.
Max stood above him, blood on his lips, fire smoldering around him, arms trembling. But he was still standing.
‘Fla Tyrant… if used together with the Dragon Scales Transformation, I’d be nearly invincible in close combat.’ Max thought to himself, still feeling the lingering heat of the battle coursing through his limbs like liquid fire. The fusion of the inheritance’s raw, brutal style with the refined defense and explosive power of his dragon form—it was terrifying.
‘Perfect,’ he mused.
As that thought echoed in his mind, the flickering world around him began to unravel. His figure shimred, dimd, and slowly faded away from the Tower of Resonance. The last ember of fla blinked out, and then—he was gone.
The next mont, Max appeared outside the tower’s entrance.
And what greeted him was silence.
Hundreds of geniuses stood frozen in place—eyes wide, mouths agape—each of them gawking between the glowing symbol above the door behind Max… and him. So blinked in disbelief. Others rubbed their eyes, as if trying to clear a hallucination. Even the calst among them looked visibly rattled.
Jason’s lips parted slightly, completely speechless, while Lucia Gris, who usually stood proud and untouchable, looked at Max with a rare flicker of sothing that almost resembled… alarm.
She wasn’t looking at Max exactly—her gaze kept darting to what was floating right above the black stone doors behind him.
Max, sensing sothing odd, slowly turned his head.
And then he saw it.
Glowing in pure crimson-gold light above the entrance, carved by the Tower itself, were three numbers:
99.99%
Max blinked. For a mont, he felt… stunned. Not because he hadn’t expected a high number—he had defeated the owner of the inheritance within, after all. He had walked through the inferno and claid the legacy as his own. He had expected to see a full 100%.
But not this.
Not 99.99%.
So close.
So impossibly close that it almost felt like a joke from the universe. Like sothing—or soone—was reminding him: not yet.
Not quite.
Max stared for a mont longer. And then—he smirked.
“Tch. Stingy tower,” he muttered under his breath.
Then he turned away from the glowing numbers, back to the crowd of geniuses who still hadn’t moved. They parted in silence, watching him as if he were sothing unreal.
And Max?
He simply walked past them all, his eyes calm, his presence roaring louder than any fla.
And then, Max stood before her—Lucia Gris, proud daughter of one of the Seven Main Families of the Black Dragon Palace—with a calm, self-assured smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
He t her eyes without hesitation, letting the weight of his victory linger in the silence between them before speaking in a quiet but commanding voice.
“Now apologize to ,” Max said smoothly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He knew it was childish, immature even. But he didn’t care. So things needed to be said. So pride needed to be bent.
Lucia had tried to dominate him with her bloodline and when that didn’t work, she wanted to use force to make him admit about his bloodline—and yet here she was, staring at soone who had just crushed her performance in the Tower of Resonance and walked out with a mark so close to perfection that no one, not even her, could laugh it off.
And so this… this wasn’t cruelty. This was rcy. He wasn’t asking her to kneel. He wasn’t asking for vengeance. He was just asking her to acknowledge reality.
“Oh…” Jason drawled with a crooked grin, eyes flicking between them like he’d been handed front-row seats to a rare performance. “This is gonna be good.”
Lucia didn’t respond.
Not at first.
Her head was down, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her shoulders trembled—not violently, but in that taut, suffocating way that ant sothing inside her was breaking.
Whether it was fury, humiliation, or the unbearable sting of her own pride collapsing beneath her, no one could tell. But she was shaking. A girl who once stood like a sovereign now looked like a statue forced to bow.
Max didn’t blink. He didn’t budge.
“Co on,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “Do it. I don’t have all day.”
Lucia’s jaw twitched.
Then, slowly—agonizingly slowly—she raised her head, eyes burning with a thousand unsaid words. Her lips trembled, her pride writhed like a wounded beast, but she forced herself to speak.
“…I apologize,” she said, her voice just above a whisper.
The air around them stilled.
But Max didn’t move. His eyes remained locked on hers.
“Louder,” he said. “And an it.”
Lucia’s nostrils flared. Her breath ca in sharp, short bursts. But then, clenching her fists tighter than ever, she took a shaky breath, lifted her chin, and t his gaze.
“…I’m sorry,” she said louder this ti. “I was wrong.”
Max let the silence stretch for a mont, savoring the weight of it—not out of spite, but because monts like this didn’t co often. Then, with a slight nod, he smiled again—wider this ti.
“Good,” he said, turning away as the crowd remained frozen in shock.
And just like that, Max walked off… leaving behind not just a stunned silence, but the unmistakable mark of dominance.
However before he was completely gone, a voice full of rage and fury ca from behind him.
“I will make you pay for this one day.”
It was Lucia. She stood with her eyes red, full of rage.
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