Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 748

Chapter 748 Pride

Draktharion felt uncomfortable. 'Hm?'

Atticus didn't feel human. No, at this moment, he didn't feel like a being with any emotions at all.

Draktharion felt as though he were being stared at by something far colder—a machine.

It was as if he was no longer facing a man, but a program filled with nothing but calculations, running countless scenarios, dissecting every move before it even happened.

There was no fear, no hesitation, no anger—just cold, ruthless intent.

Draktharion frowned. He didn't like this. In his past life, just like this one, he had been a dragon. A being who was the overlord of his world.

But now, being stared at by this boy, he felt small. He couldn't accept that. He wouldn't.

Suddenly, the world seemed to pause. The air grew thick, suffocating. The sound of lava flowing in the distance faded as the tension between them reached a breaking point.

Then, with the force of a rocket launching, one of the volcanoes erupted. Flames shot into the sky, spewing molten rock, and in that instant, Draktharion vanished.

The ground buckled under the force of his movement, sending a shockwave rippling across the molten battlefield, splitting the earth and kicking up debris in its wake.

The sheer force of his movement shattered the silence, the ground beneath Atticus cracking.

Before the echo of the blast could fade, Draktharion reappeared, sweeping upward in a vicious kick aimed at Atticus's face.

But Atticus remained calm. Dangerously calm.

'Grandmaster- rank strength,'

His eyes flicked toward the incoming attack, his body already moving. His mana surged, water and mana mixing, and with a fluid motion, he slipped past the kick as if made of water itself—formless, untouchable.

The ground buckled under the force of the missed blow, but Atticus was already closing in, his movements smooth.

In the blink of an eye, his mana shifted, the earth element now flowing through him.

His stance solidified, becoming as steady and immovable as a mountain. His fist clenched as power surged through his veins, and then he launched it forward toward Draktharion's stomach with intense momentum.

The blow landed with the force of a meteor.

A deafening boom echoed across the battlefield, the impact rippling through the ground, sending shockwaves up the mountain and cracking the earth beneath them.

But instead of Draktharion being sent flying, it was Atticus who felt it first—a shockwave traveling up his arm, not from the force of his own punch, but from what he had just struck.

His gaze flickered.

'Scales,' Atticus thought coldly, his mind processing everything in an instant.

At the point of impact, scales had covered Draktharion's stomach, thick and impenetrable.

Draktharion didn't pause.

His molten eyes suddenly glowed, his slits thinning. Wisps of smoke curled from his mouth as he turned toward Atticus, his chest expanding, and his maw already opened wide.

A deep crimson glow began to radiate from within his stomach, the heat in the air becoming unbearable, searing.

His chest heaved, the crimson light intensifying, and then—he erupted.

A torrent of flames, molten and ferocious, shot outward from his mouth, a fiery explosion that consumed everything in its path, hurtling toward Atticus.