I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

As the light began to fade, Draco's figure was revealed once more.

Everyone's jaws dropped in disbelief, their eyes locked on him in shock.

Xylara also stood up in astonishment. Her master had attempted this before in his past life, but it had never been successful.

A golden-black helmet with the horns of a demon adorned his head. His armor was covered in the scales of a dragon, while flaming phoenix wings spread out behind him. His hands embodied power, and his legs embodied speed. Silver hair cascaded down, partially hidden by the overwhelming presence of his form. Each of his shoulder guards bore the sculpted head of a silvery dragon and a red phoenix. Every breath he took echoed like thunderclaps. In his grasp was a black-and-red sword, and his appearance alone sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.

This was the current appearance of Draco.

Blum felt every cell in his body screaming with danger. His body unknowingly broke into a cold sweat, an involuntary response to the overwhelming fear surging through him.

The crowd was stunned. Some even pulled out their phones to capture the moment. Draco's current appearance was too domineering — powerful, perfect, and awe-inspiring.

[You have accessed the Ranger Form of the Weapon of Plunder.]

Draco heard the system message. He couldn't see his full appearance, but he noticed his arms and legs were covered with armor. He felt an overwhelming surge of strength coursing through his body. For a moment, he believed he could defeat Blum in just a few strikes.

This was unprecedented.

Blum steadied himself. With a single step, he launched an attack, taking advantage of the moment Draco seemed preoccupied with his new transformation. Wielding his hammer, he struck at Draco, hoping to catch him off guard.

BANG!

The resounding clang of metal-on-metal echoed throughout the arena, shocking Blum. The force of the vibration made his hands tingle with pain. Looking at the spot where he struck Draco, he was stunned to see not even a dent.

Thundero, who had been observing, was equally shocked. He knew the sheer destructive power of Blum's hammer, yet it had done nothing to Draco. Suspicion filled his mind. He had never seen the Plunderer use this form before. His gaze shifted to Xylara, only to see her face mirroring the same shock and confusion.

When Thundero saw Xylara's expression, he realized that even she was unaware of this transformation.

Draco's senses snapped back to reality after Blum's attack. His gaze locked onto Blum, and though his face was hidden by the helmet, the air around him seemed to shift as if he were smiling.

With lightning speed, Draco threw a punch. His gauntlet-covered fist, emanating fist intent, smashed into Blum's chest, sending him flying.

Blum, now airborne, felt his body rattle. Blood spurted from his mouth as internal injuries spread throughout his body. Just a single punch had left him in this state.

Fear clouded Blum's heart as his eyes darted to the black-and-red sword in Draco's hand — a weapon that had not yet been used. If a mere punch had caused this much devastation, what would happen if Draco swung that sword?

The mere thought of it sent chills down Blum's spine, but he gritted his teeth. With great effort, he forced himself to stand, reigniting the battle intent within him.

The crowd erupted in shock and amazement. Draco had knocked Blum away with a single punch. The spectators felt a chill crawl down their spines as they imagined the consequences if Draco unleashed his sword.

Their eyes lingered on Draco's golden-black armor. Some of the women in the crowd couldn't hide their blushes. Draco's unusual combination of overwhelming strength and otherworldly appearance captivated them.

Meanwhile, Draco's triumphant expression dimmed as a system message flashed before him.

[It is detected that Host's Originat is entering the red zone.]

His heart sank as the realization hit him.

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**STATUS:**

**Host Name:** Draco Xandros

**Race:** Human [25%], Dragon [25%], Phoenix [25%], Demon [25%]

**Level:** 32

**EXP:** 48, 700, 320/ 60,000,000

**Class:** Plunderer, Dragonborn, Demon Lord, Phoenixborn

**Talent:** Plunder, ????? Dragon Power, ????? Phoenix Powern/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

**Skills:** Plunder, Dragon Power, Phoenix Power, Appraisal

**Physique:** None

**Affinity (Energy/Element):** Fire, Earth, Water, Wood, Wind, Sword, Archer, Spear, Lightning, Draconic, Demonic, Phoenix, Dark...

**Intent:** Fist Intent (Lvl 1), Flame Intent (Lvl 1), Wind Intent (Lvl 1)

**HP:** 20,000 / 20,000 ( 2,900/10,000)

**MP:** 20,000 / 20,000 (6,250/10,000)

**STR:** 1,240 (620)

**AGI:** 1,220 (610)

**INT:** 1,180 (590)

**DEX:** 1,200 (600)

**STA:** 1,240 (620)

**DEF:** 1,340 (670)

**Luck:** 25

**Stats Points:** 0

**SP:** 0

**PP:** 24,503,400

**Inventory:** Bronze Sword, Weapon of Plunder, Hand Gear...

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He looked shocked before shaking his head. It seemed his hopes were too high — his Originat couldn't withstand the Ranger Form. Just a single punch had consumed 1000MP, and merely maintaining the Ranger Form was draining his Originat rapidly, as if every second was a countdown.

**"It seems I have to finish this battle quickly,"** he thought to himself. But as he glanced at Blum, something began to bother him.

**"As a Plunderer, why would I be afraid of depleting my Originat?"**

This thought struck a nerve in Draco's mind. Without hesitation, he moved, activating his plundering ability to loot the Originat from his surroundings. To his surprise, it worked. However, the absorption rate of Originat was slower than the rate at which the Ranger Form was consuming it.

Blum stared at Draco. Due to the helmet obscuring Draco's face, he couldn't tell what expression he was wearing. Even though he knew he might be defeated, he refused to accept such a loss.

**"Just one punch, and I'm already like this... and that's with Draco's strength halved,"** he thought, feeling indignant.

**"Thunder Eye,"** Blum muttered, and his eyes turned golden. In an instant, he launched another strike at Draco with his hammer.

Draco saw the attack coming and moved. However, he was stunned to discover that his Wind Intent had unconsciously enhanced his speed. Seizing the moment, he rushed towards Blum and delivered a double punch. The force shattered Blum's defense, and his chest caved in.

As Blum was flung into the air, Draco's phoenix wings spread wide. Without wasting time, he soared after him, catching the drowsy Blum midair.

Flying as high as possible, Draco accelerated downward at breakneck speed, gripping Blum tightly. With incredible force, he slammed Blum into the ground.

Some onlookers gasped, shocked by the sheer brutality of the battle.

**BOOM!**

An explosion erupted as Blum's body collided with the ground. Draco reappeared outside the radius of the explosion, his gaze sharp and focused.

When the dust and smoke finally settled, Blum's battered figure was revealed. The sight made the crowd go silent in horror.

Parts of Blum's skull were exposed, his arms were mangled, and bones jutted out of his legs. Despite the severe injuries, he remained alive.

The crowd watched with wide eyes.

**"Even with these injuries, he's still alive?"**

They looked at the two combatants in shock. Their resilience was beyond monstrous.

Rose's heart felt conflicted as she witnessed the scene. **"Why can't they just give up?"** she thought, feeling as if her heart was being gnawed from the inside.

Ming and Sharon were equally stunned, confusion written on their faces. They wondered why Blum wouldn't surrender. His injuries were too severe. Thankfully, this wasn't real life, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The elders watched the two fighters, their gazes filled with admiration. Their hearts were moved by the unyielding determination displayed by the two young men. This was the kind of talent they sought.

Several elders had already decided. **"After this battle ends, we will nurture both Draco and Blum with everything we have."**

Suddenly, Blum began to move. Everyone watched in astonishment as he forced himself to stand. His mangled body started to heal before their eyes. Broken bones realigned, muscles mended, and his body was restored to perfect condition.

The crowd was shocked. **"He can regenerate?! How is this possible?"**

**"I never thought I'd have to use the Thunder Liquid,"** Blum muttered, his voice low but audible to the spectators.

Draco's expression turned grim. He glanced at his status window and saw his Originat bar depleting at a terrifying pace. He knew he didn't have much time left. His Originat couldn't keep up with the demands of his Ranger Form.

**"It seems I have to end everything in one attack,"** Draco declared, his gaze fixed on Blum.

Blum raised his head, his golden eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. **"Let's settle this with one strike,"** Draco said firmly.

Blum's eyes locked onto Draco's, and after a moment of silence, he nodded in agreement.

Draco gripped his sword with both hands, the weight of his final attack bearing down on him. His aura surged, and he began channeling every ounce of energy he possessed.

**Originat.**

**Phoenix Power.**

**Demon Power.**

**Dragon Power.**

**Fire Intent.**

**Wind Intent.**

**Fist Intent...**

Every source of power he had, every reserve of energy, he funneled it all into his sword.

A whirlwind formed around him, the sheer force of energy distorting the air itself.

**ROAR! CHIRP! ROAR!**

The crowd heard it — the roar of a mighty dragon, the chirp of a blazing phoenix, and the roar of a menacing demon.

Shadows formed behind Draco.

— A colossal silver dragon with piercing eyes.

— A flaming phoenix, its wings blazing with untamed fire.

— A black-and-red demon, its eyes filled with malice.

— A mysterious figure seated on a black-and-red throne, its presence commanding reverence and fear.

The crowd was stunned into silence. They could only watch in awe as these grand phenomena swirled around Draco, merging into his sword.

The sword shone with a blinding black-and-red light. The energy was so overwhelming that the ground beneath him cracked and crumbled, unable to withstand the pressure.

On the other side of the battlefield, Blum also prepared his final strike.

He raised his hammer high and began channeling all his strength into it. His aura shifted, and his own phenomena appeared behind him.

— A mysterious man sitting on a golden throne, his body flickering with thunder.

— A colossal hammer, shimmering with power.

— A black aura spreading destruction across worlds. Find more chapters on empire

The three images fused into Blum's hammer, their combined power shaking the ground.

Beside Blum, multiple black hammers flickered into existence, each crackling with black thunder. Their energy surged with terrifying intensity, causing the ground to crack and shatter.

The crowd watched in shock and fear. The ground itself couldn't endure the energy of their final attack.

Both Draco and Blum raised their heads, their gazes locked in a silent understanding.

No more words were needed.

Draco raised his sword high, his body brimming with energy. He put every ounce of his strength into the swing.

**"HAAAH!!"**

With a mighty slash, his sword unleashed a colossal curved wave of Sword Qi. It emitted the roars of a dragon, the cries of a phoenix, and the growl of a demon.

The curved Sword Qi tore through the air, causing the ground below it to rupture with every inch of its advance. Explosions erupted beneath its path. The sheer force of the attack was enough to terrify even the strongest of warriors.

Blum also made his move.

**"HAAAAAAH!"**

He swung his hammer down with every bit of strength he could muster. The black hammers beside him followed, all of them hurtling towards Draco's attack. Black thunder danced across the air, crackling with the destructive force of a raging storm.

The crowd watched in utter silence, their eyes unblinking as they witnessed the titanic clash of these two ultimate attacks. The ground shook violently, and dust and debris filled the air. It felt as if the world itself might collapse under the weight of their power.

Everyone's eyes remained glued to the scene, breathless with anticipation.

**"Who will emerge as the winner?"**