Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2306: The Training Field.

While Selene, Mira, and other children in the Universe were playing in the park, some of Nux’s children were... somewhere else.

A place most children would actively avoid.

The training grounds.

The place was quiet, most people here did not speak, they just observed and tried to learn, and they did it quietly, not bothering anyone.

The training ground was a wide open field at the edge of Umbrasol, surrounded by tall trees and stone structures built for practice. The ground was smooth, but there were cracks here and there—old marks left behind by people who trained a little too seriously.

There were no guards here, they didn’t need to, not when a few of the Universe’s strongest beings were overseeing the training from a distance.

At the center of the ground, a boy stood. He didn’t look any older than Selene, Mira, Noctis, or the other children, but the air around him felt... heavier.

He was Drakar Leander, a Primordial Dragon, son of Ember of Leander.

He had short, deep black-crimson hair, slightly messy but sharp, with a few strands falling over his forehead. His golden eyes burned faintly, with a steady intensity that didn’t fade.

He wore a simple dark outfit, sleeveless, made for movement. It clung lightly to his small frame, but even then, there was something about the way he stood that made him feel far bigger than he actually was.

Drakar took a step forward—

Crack

And the instant he did, the ground beneath him cracked. Yes, it was clear that this little guy was the reason behind the cracks on the ground. It was as if the earth itself had stopped resisting under his feet.

The boy, however, did not react to that, he was already expecting it, he just took another step, this one was even stronger, leaving an even wider crack, as he dashed forward towards another boy his age.

The boy had long, dark red, messy and unkempt hair that reached his shoulders. His sharp golden eyes shone brighter than Drakar’s, filled with excitement, almost like he was constantly looking for a fight.

He was wearing a red sleeveless shirt, with a terrifying Dragon printed on the front, matching the boy’s fiery and aggressive aura.

He was Zyrax.

Another Primordial Dragon, he was Vyriana’s son and just like his mother, he was obsessed with strength.

The moment Drakar dashed at him, Zyrax straightened slowly. His long dark red hair danced in the wind, and the grin on his face only grew wider. Like Drakar, he too extended his fists, prepared to meet head-on—

Their fists finally collided and—

BOOOOOM

Pure, brute physical force exploded.

The ground cracked even further, a tree on the left leaned at a dangerous angle, almost as if it was about to tear apart but stopped at the last second and returned to its original position.

A sight Zyrax did not like.

"You did it again,"

He spoke in a slightly disappointed voice.

"You pulled back at the end."

Drakar stared at him, his golden eyes were steady.

Drakar was a little shorter than Zyrax, but his shoulders were broader. Unlike Zyrax’s restless presence, Drakar felt more... compact, controlled.

"You were pushed back."

He spoke, looking at Zyrax’s feet, that were now a few inches behind where he originally was.

"Yes, yes, I was. You came out stronger in that exchange."

Zyrax laughed, but then he spread his arms dramatically and—

"But I am still standing and I am asking for more—

That is not victory.

You fight till your opponent doesn’t dare ask for more."

He spoke with a wide grin, Drakar, however, just frowned and—

"Is that even possible when my opponent is a crazy fool li—"

Before he could even complete his words, Drakar felt the air around him change. A low, suffocating pressure spread through the field, a pressure that got heavier with each passing second.

The pressure itself wasn’t visible, but its impact was. The leaves on the trees began to rustle without the wind, the pebbles on the ground began to shake slightly and—

BOOOM

The very air collapsed inwardly as the pressure became even more suffocating.

A Dragon’s Aura.

Zyrax let it all pour out of him with a shameless, joyful grin on his face.

"Stop holding back."

He spoke as his golden eyes shone even more intensely and his aura burned even more fiercely, rolling from his body like flames.

It pressed outward, testing everything around it, trying to dominate the space itself. The cracks beneath his feet deepened a little. Thin crimson scales appeared along the side of his arm, glimmering under the light.

Drakar saw that sight and his expression hardened, then—

BOOOM

An aura, just as suffocating as Zyrax’s, answered.

This was Drakar’s Dragon Aura and unlike Zyrax’s wild, spreading aura that was still growing stronger, Drakar’s was dense, fixed, and... controlled.

Red-golden scales spread over his forearms and climbed toward his shoulders.

The two boys looked at each other, their auras pressed against each other in the middle of the field, as if deciding who was superior.

Then—

Zyrax lunged first.

He covered the distance in a blink, the broken stone beneath him shattering as his body shot forward. He did not draw a weapon, he never needed one. He always relied on his body, his arms, his legs, his head, every single part of his body was a weapon.

Zyrax’s fist came from the side, covered with his scales, in answer, Drakar raised his arm, ready to block.

BOOOM

A shockwave tore across the field. Dust burst upward, this time, three trees were torn up and flew away and this time, the one who was pushed back was Drakar.

And this time, Zyrax grinned.

"There.

That is better."

This was much more satisfying, but just as he said before, if his opponent was still standing, he hadn’t won.

So he moved, he twisted his body and brought his knee up hard toward Drakar’s ribs. Drakar covered his elbow with even denser scales and dropped them down, blocking at the last second, then his dense scales moved toward his fist as he answered with a straight punch to Zyrax’s chest.

A punch Zyrax did not dodge.

He took it head-on.

The scales coating his torso thickened just as Drakar’s fist slammed into him. The hit sent him skidding backward through the rubble, carving a line into the field and when he finally stopped—

"YES!"

He laughed.

A laugh that... Drakar did not like one bit.

He felt like Zyrax wasn’t taking him seriously and that made him want to break his face.

Drakar moved, he crossed the broken ground in three heavy steps and punched Zyrax’s shoulder. Zyrax slipped to the side just enough to avoid the full force, then swung his arm up and crashed it into Drakar’s side.

The blow would have folded almost a Divine Stage being in half, but Drakar was different. His body bent slightly with the force, his scales that had already appeared to protect him absorbed most of the damage and he...

He struck back with his forehead.

Their heads collided.

The impact burst outward in another violent wave.

BOOOM

Both boys staggered one step, then immediately closed in again.

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM

They traded blows at close range, each strike was sharp, brutal, and very, very lethal.

Mind you, these children weren’t normal, not at all. Literal worlds were being used as... resources for them to grow, not to mention their blood was special too.

No child their age, even the ones in the Supreme Worlds, with pure Supreme Blood in their veins, would be able to take on the blows these two were casually exchanging.

And this was when these children were barely at Phase Three of the Cultivation Bridge, yes, while their physical strength was enough to fold even Divine Stage beings in half, these two weren’t even Saints yet.

That was just how absurd the blood flowing in their veins was.

Monsters.

That was what they were.

And right now, these two monsters were exchanging blows without any sane person trying to stop them.

A fist to the jaw.

An elbow to the shoulder.

A knee to the stomach.

A palm strike to the chest that broke even their Dragon Scales and sent a few shards rippling outward in circles.

None of the two cared about elegance.

This was not swordplay, there were no showy techniques that looked more beautiful than strong.

It was two Dragons battling each other in human bodies and...

While Zyrax loved every second of it, Drakar, he endured every second of it.

"More!"

Zyrax laughed, driving both hands forward.

Dragon Aura burst from his palms, ready to crush anything in front of him.

Drakar, finding his brother’s very voice annoying, crossed his arms in front of himself and took it head-on. His feet slid back as the pressure smashed into him, broken stone around him exploded into fragments.

His scales flared brighter, covering more of his arms and collarbone. Heat rolled off him now, visible in the slight distortion of the air around his body.

Zyrax saw it, he saw the state his brother was entering and his eyes lit up.

"Yes!

Yes, that’s it!"

He rushed in again, even faster than before.

"Stop saving strength!

Push yourself beyond the limits you set for yourself!

Understand that your body has no limits!

Fight!

Let it go!"

He laughed, his golden eyes shining intensely as he punched, but this time—

Drakar caught Zyrax’s wrist and twisted it. Zyrax spun with it instead of resisting, using the motion to whip his leg upward. His kick hammered into Drakar’s side and threw him across the field.

Drakar crashed through a tree and... his body collapsed.