Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!-Chapter 502: A Second Chance: Fight Me At Your Full Power

"Surrender."

Those cold words echoed across the arena. No one spoke. The five and the king's gaze searched for the source of the voice, but they couldn't find it. Then, their gazes fell on the giant frozen ball of ice where Nox was supposed to be trapped.

Because of the density of the ice, they couldn't see clearly. However, they could vaguely make out the outline of something inside, though they weren't sure due to the distance.

This raised the question—if Nox was still trapped in there, then who was it? Who had just spoken with a voice eerily similar to his?

Even King Drakos knitted his brows together in confusion as his gaze swept across the arena, searching for anything unusual. However, he found nothing.

At first, King Drakos thought the voice belonged to the Corrupt Dragons who had somehow infiltrated the city. After all, there were records of such incidents happening in the past.

However, it was easy to detect a Corrupt Dragon—not just from their appearance but also from the deathly aura they emitted, a presence that sent chills down one's spine.

The king scanned the arena once more, and soon, he realized what was wrong. His eyes flashed with a strange gleam. For the first time in this spar, he looked impressed.

"Oh he used it again." He Muttered with a smile on his face.

...

"Who does that voice belong to?"

"Is Drake just gonna stand there like that without doing anything? Why does he look as if he's about to take a piss?"

It took a while, but after about two minutes, even Zara realized what was going on. However, she chose to remain quiet, leaving the other five in suspense.

Down below, Drake was stiff, his arm trembling slightly. He felt a cold blade pressing against his neck. Yet, when one looked at him, they wouldn't see any blade, which only confused the five friends further.

Despite not seeing the weapon, they were convinced that something was happening to Drake. At that precise moment, when confusion clouded their thoughts, Nox's figure began to materialize behind Drake like a ghost in the night, Oblivion Edge resting on his opponent's throat.

"I... I thought I trapped you."

Drake's eyes were filled with disbelief. The wide, maniacal smile he had worn since the beginning of the fight was gone. Instead, fear—pure, unfiltered fear—shone in his eyes, making his body tremble and his blood run cold.

It wasn't fear for his life—he knew Nox wouldn't necessarily kill him, as he didn't detect murderous intent from him. What he was truly afraid of was…

What if this had been a real-life scenario?

A cold, piercing shiver ran down Drake's spine, and his skull tingled with dread. He didn't want to imagine it.

If an enemy had snuck up on him in a real battle with such a swift and flawless method, he would have been done for. He—the future of Frostpire…

Drake stopped thinking at that moment, his shoulders slowly slumping. Exhaling, he spoke in a low voice.

"How did you do it? How did you escape my attack?"

"It's a skill of mine," Nox said casually.

Of course, he wasn't going to tell Drake about [Phantom Cloak] and how it worked. That would be pure foolishness. Even if he exposed the fact that he possessed such a game-changing skill, as long as his opponents didn't understand how it worked, he was golden.

Just before the ice ring swallowed him, Nox had purposely waited until the last moment—when the blinding radiance had engulfed him and obscured everyone's vision—before activating Phantom Cloak. This misled Drake and the spectators into believing he was trapped.

When Phantom Cloak was activated, it placed him in an incorporeal state. He didn't need to dodge the ice ring—he simply phased through it, appearing on the other side.

After phasing through, he had quickly snuck behind the unsuspecting Drake.

"The fight ended quicker than I expected." Drake sighed heavily. "Although I said I wouldn't hold back, you didn't really give me a chance to utilize all my skills."

"But I won't blame you. It was my fault. I should've transformed into my dragon form from the start—"

"Then prove it to me!"

Nox withdrew Oblivion Edge from Drake's neck, causing the Dragon Prince's eyes to flicker in surprise.

"Go ahead. Fight me at your full power."

Nox kicked off the ground, his body shooting backward. His feet dug into the ground as he came to a stop, ready for battle.

"What is he doing?"

At the resting area, Zara spoke, confusion evident on her face.

Nox had already won the fight—and in a splendid manner at that. She was certain her father was impressed.

By defeating Drake, he had proven his immense potential—potential worth fighting for. Then why do this?

"Either he's stupid, or he's just that confident."

"I know he's powerful. That much we've seen. But is he powerful enough to face a dragon in all its glory?"

There was a reason why dragons were referred to as the Overlord Race.

Several moments later, a slow smile crept onto Drake's face.

"Thank you." He whispered.

Spreading out his hands, the ground beneath him began to freeze, ice spreading in all directions.

Under the watchful gaze of the spectators, a radiant blue glow enveloped Drake—a glow Nox was very familiar with after watching Zara transform several times.

Nox observed keenly, his grip tightening on Oblivion Edge as an overwhelming wave of aura erupted from Drake—an aura capable of crushing weaker opponents under its sheer weight.

Nox shifted slightly, feeling the tension in the air suffocate him. His hair stood on end as he felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

He wasn't the only one. Everyone, including Zara, were on the edge of their seats. Their chests pounded fiercely against their ribs.

They were excited for only one reason—this was the first time Drake would fully transform into his dragon form.

Even when he fought against the Corrupt Dragons, he had merely transformed his body parts.

Therefore, this was a monumental moment—not just for Nox, but for everyone present in the arena.

Suddenly, at that moment, a shadow flew into the midst of the two fighters. The figure waved a hand, and a gust of frigid wind exploded outward, instantly dispersing the blue glow enveloping Drake—interrupting his transformation.

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Surprise shone in both Nox and Drake's eyes when they saw the figure.

"It's enough."

King Drakos Frostpire's voice rang out.

He glanced at Drake, who held his head down, fists clenched, too embarrassed to lift his gaze. However, the king didn't say a word to him. Instead, he shifted his gaze toward Nox.

Then, he spoke words that left everyone in the arena utterly shocked.

"Kid, how would you like to be a dragon?"