Epic Of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System

Chapter 2247: How To Train Your Dragons 3

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"Heh, we’ll see about that!" Amethyst roared ferociously, charging at him as her claws reached for Drake’s stomach. He swiftly dodged, spinning in midair and swinging his tail, striking her face and leaving a large wound through her many scales, which shattered into pieces as her nose bled.

Drake followed with his claws, striking her shoulders, arms, and legs with incredible speed. His claws, long and sharp like divine blades, made Amethyst scream in annoyance and pain.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

"Aaaaarrggh! Damn fucking...! Ugh!"

As she groaned, staring at her bleeding body and gasping in disbelief, she felt frustrated by her own weakness. All this time, she had thought she had grown stronger, but her battle against that Mutant Esper and how Triton saved her life showed her she had a long way to go!

The unfortunate thing was, she didn’t have years to grow slowly and take it easy. In these two weeks, she had to become as strong as possible and surpass her current self by at least tenfold.

"Dammit! RAAAAHHHH!"

Her rage fueled her powers to the maximum. As her divinity infused her bleeding wounds, the bleeding stopped, and the blood flowing out crystallized, growing into immense, sharp pillars of crimson diamonds that rushed toward Drake!

"There it is! Amethyst, keep channeling! And- Ugh?!"

Drake groaned as dozens of sharp pillars pierced his entire body, his eyes widening in disbelief at their immense power.

They were not only sharp but also incredibly durable! His basic strikes would not break them.

"Hehehe! Looks like I got you!" Amethyst laughed.

"Heh, I’ll go serious now!" Drake said. His Aura exploded and shattered all the crystals in an instant, as crimson diamond pieces rained down on the desert below!

CRAASH!

"N-No way?!" Amethyst gasped as she saw Drake appear before her, striking her chest with a tail whip attack, then punching her chin from below, sending her flying into the skies.

He rushed above her, faster than she was propelled, and kicked her down into the desert at full speed. Amethyst screamed in surprise and disbelief as she hit the ground, and a massive explosion surged.

B O O O M !

"Ugh...! You’re always such a brute! I’m going to kill you!"

Amethyst roared, her voice thick with anger as her eyes glowed bright red. She slashed Drake’s chest and punched his face, her arms now covered in bright red crystal—her own blood, shaped into razor-sharp gauntlets.

"Good... Good, channel that anger into more power, Amethyst! This is just the beginning!"

Drake and Amethyst clashed intensely, and at the same time, above the oceans of Drake’s Divine Realm, Triton was being instructed by Drake.

"You want me to break my ’shell’ again?" Triton wondered. "But it’s still hard, can’t do it willingly either..."

"I’ll help you out," Drake smiled, cracking his knuckles. "But eventually, you have to learn how to do it on your own and without getting overwhelmed by it."

"Ugh, that sounds so hard..." Triton was a bit lazy today.

"Hmm, what can motivate you then? Should I call your girlfriend here?" Drake wondered. "Maybe her presence will make you happier?"

"W-What?! Eleanor is not my girlfriend!" Triton said while blushing. "Ugh, damn old man!"

Triton quickly unleashed his Divine Soul Aura, transforming it into hundreds of spiraling vortexes of water, constantly targeting Drake from every angle.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"Hahah, come on now, don’t get angry!"

Drake laughed, punching away the vortexes of highly pressurized divine soul essence and quickly reaching Triton, hitting his chest with a small yet precise punch that sent shockwaves of divine power through the boy’s body.

"Ugh?!"

Crack, crack...!

CRASH!

With a single attack, Drake shattered Triton’s "shell" instantly, as his True Form manifested amidst a brilliant explosion of azure and golden light.

"Uuugh...! Stupid... old man...!"

He was angered at Drake because he was forced like this, but there was no other option. Drake’s training aimed to make Triton capable of transforming at will, strengthening his "base form," and mastering the ability to separate his Body Soul from his True Soul to use them independently.

"Good! Now separate the two Souls!" Drake said. "Your Body Soul and your True Soul are both your Souls, but you can separate them."

"How... did I do... that?" Triton wondered, scratching his chin as he began to think.

He was still not the best at talking in this form, but he seemed to have nearly mastered the ability to remain calm, no longer going berserk.

"Wait, you don’t remember?!" Drake asked. "It was when you were restrained by the Mutant Esper and tried to escape death, ’wearing off’ your own body. Like... trying to take off your shirt."

"Hmmmmm..." Triton groaned, trying his best. "Nnnggh...! Ugh... Aaagh... No, I can’t."

"Aw, come on!" Drake facepalmed. "Alright then, we’re going to do it the harsh way. Get ready. I’m going to push you to your limits, and then I’ll restrain you. Ready?"

"Fine!" Triton nodded.

Drake smiled, nodding, and disappeared in an instant, moving at a speed Triton could barely detect as he appeared behind him.

CLAAASH!

With a powerful kick, he sent the boy several meters away, creating a shockwave of spiraling silver and white light.

"Ugh!"

Triton quickly balanced himself, taking the blow head-on and rushing back, punching Drake from head to torso relentlessly.

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

The attacks were devastating, but not enough. Amidst the clouds of smoke, Drake emerged, spitting out a tooth that had fallen off, and quickly punched Triton back, following with a tail whip attack and several kicks to the young sea dragon’s stomach and chest.

"Uuaagh!"

Triton was overwhelmed instantly. Drake’s power, even when he was casually fighting with just his bare body, was ridiculous. Triton was rapidly overwhelmed, blows constantly piercing his Soul Body.

"And now...!"

Drake quickly manifested his psychic power the same way the Mutant Esper had done, summoning a giant invisible hand, grasping the boy tightly, and pressing.

Pressing as strongly as he could.

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