Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2306

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.

BOOOM

BOOOM

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM

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