I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 73 Battle for the Top 13 (3)

"Like I said, I will teach you a lesson and show the beauties that you are just a sheep in wolf's clothing," Kenneth said arrogantly.The crowd was seething with excitement. They could sense the hostility Kenneth had toward Draco. When they learned it was because of the beauties, the majority sided with Kenneth. It seemed that the fans of the top three beauties all shared a dislike for Draco.

"I hope you have the strength to back up your words," Draco said coldly, his sharp gaze fixed on his opponent.

Kenneth snorted. "Remember my name — Kenneth. It will be I who defeats you."

With a sudden gust of wind, Kenneth moved, appearing behind Draco with a punch. He struck at Draco with a sneer. "As expected, he's just a sheep pretending to be a wolf," Kenneth thought.

But as his punch landed, he felt as though he had hit solid steel. Pain shot through his hands. "It seems I underestimated you," Kenneth admitted, reappearing a short distance away. He glanced at where Draco had been standing but found no one.

"Oh," a voice echoed behind him, causing Kenneth to flinch. He turned in horror to see Draco casually touching his chin, deep in thought.

Kenneth trembled in fear. "When did he get here? How did I not notice his movement? How did he move so fast?" He was trapped in a whirlpool of confusion and doubt. He moved again, trying to create distance, but no matter how fast he moved, Draco stayed ahead of him.

From the crowd's perspective, it was clear what had happened. As soon as the match started, Kenneth had moved behind Draco and thrown a punch. But Draco had easily parried it. Kenneth then moved again, only for Draco to appear at his destination before he even got there. The crowd watched in shock as Kenneth frantically

For five agonizing minutes, Kenneth's screams echoed through the arena as the flames consumed him. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their faces pale with fear and awe.

With a wave of Draco's hand, the fire vanished, leaving only ashes where Kenneth once stood.

The arena was silent. Not a single soul dared to speak. The only sound was the faint crackle of the dissipating embers.