Absolute Cheater-Chapter 216: Dragons XIV

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as dragons and students alike exchanged bewildered glances. A dragon had just backed down—without a fight. That was unheard of.

Cua, standing beside Asher, burst into laughter. "Pfft—Father, did you see that? You didn't even have to lift a finger!"

Sylva smirked, crossing her arms. "As expected of my husband. Just his presence alone is enough to make them surrender."

Asher groaned, rubbing his temples. "I'm not your husband."

"Not yet," Sylva corrected with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Serena looked at them absentmindedly, thinking, If you bring the final boss, the Dragon Queen, into the equation, of course, the poor guy will back off.

She sighed heavily as she observed Asher's confused expression and Cua and Sylva's proud faces.

Don't tell me... their loose screws are rubbing off on him, she thought gravely.

Asher let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples. "You two are impossible."

Sylva grinned, tightening her grip on his arm. "Oh, you'll get used to it, hubby~."

Cua chuckled, slapping Asher's back. "Better accept your fate now, old man."

Asher shot him a glare. "Old man? I'm barely older than you!"

"Eh, details." Cua shrugged nonchalantly before turning to Serena. "What do you think, Serena? Should we start planning the wedding?"

Serena nearly choked on air. "Wedding?! Are you guys serious?!" She gestured at Asher, who looked like he was considering jumping off a cliff. "This guy barely acknowledges relationships, and you're already planning a lifelong commitment?"

Sylva smirked. "Of course. After all, a strong dragon needs a strong mate."

Asher groaned. "Why does everything in dragon society revolve around fighting and mating?"

Sylva and Cua exchanged glances before saying in unison, "Because that's what makes us dragons."

Serena facepalmed. Yep, he is losing intelligence living with them.

And so, their Academy life continued in full mayhem. Contrary to what Asher had initially thought, there were no deaths in the Academy—not even bullying. It seemed that, unlike in his own academy back on Earth, there were no dragon cliques preying on weaker ones, no mistreatment of servants. At most, conflicts were settled through duels where both parties would beat each other senseless before reaching an understanding.

Over the years, Asher came to define dragons with three words: Prideful, Lazy, and Horny.

Yes, Horny—because whenever a female dragon challenged a male and lost, it often resulted in her getting pregnant. She would then lay an egg, and before anyone knew it, another dragon would be incubating in the academy's infirmary.

That was even how many dragons in the city were born—through impulsive heat-of-the-moment encounters among dragon students.

Even Cua might have ended up as an accidental father if not for the fact that his genes were too powerful. Most weaker dragonesses couldn't handle carrying his child, sparing him from sudden parenthood—for now.

And then, finally, after a year, the Academy was over.

Cua, like any dragon, had reached the absolute peak of Transcended Tier, turning into a True Transcendent.

Meanwhile, Asher had only just reached Transcendent IV Stage.

"The power gap is sickening," Asher muttered in frustration.

It had taken him years—ever since he was six—to reach this stage, grinding through constant battles and rigorous cultivation. And yet, Cua had surpassed him effortlessly in just three years, mostly by goofing off and fighting random opponents.

"But at least the Academy is over," Asher mumbled, rubbing his temples.

Cua, now in his majestic True Dragon form, landed before him, his golden-Black scales gleaming under the sun. He extended his massive tail, presenting Asher with his Graduation Mark—a glowing insignia imprinted at the tip of his tail.

"This is proof of my completion," Cua declared proudly.

And then—he roared.

The earth trembled. The skies split. The sheer force of his cry sent shockwaves through the academy grounds.

It was a Primordial Dragon's Roar—the declaration of a king, a signal of dominance that reverberated through the very fabric of the world.

Asher instinctively braced himself.

And then it happened.

Dragons—hundreds—both male and female, raised their heads. From the highest peaks to the deepest caverns, from the lands beyond the academy to the skies above, they answered his call.

Another roar rang out, then another, as one by one, dragons took to the skies.

A new Alpha had been born.

But they were not going to hand him this position without a battle.

As soon as Cua's mighty roar faded, dozens of dragons—each a ruler of their own domain—descended from the skies. Their eyes burned with challenge, their scales shimmering with the power of ages.

They had acknowledged his call. But acknowledgment was not submission.

"Looks like they're not going to just hand you the throne," Asher muttered, crossing his arms.

Cua smirked, flexing his claws. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

The sky darkened as storm clouds gathered, swirling in response to the immense energy radiating from the battlefield.

And then—

The first dragon lunged.

A behemoth with obsidian scales and crimson eyes—one of the strongest contenders. His fangs glowed with energy as he aimed for Cua's throat.

But in a blur of motion—CRACK!—Cua twisted midair, his tail slamming into the attacker's jaw, sending him spiraling into the ground below.

Before the dust could settle, another challenger charged—then another, and another.

What followed was chaos.

A battle of Kings.

Roars shook the heavens. Claws clashed like thunder. Fire, lightning, and raw draconic energy exploded across the sky as Cua fought them all at once.

Asher whistled, watching the carnage unfold. "Well... this is going to be fun to explain later."

This is a normal Rule among Dragon Kind, the Moment Cua despite being goofy for most of the time learning and fighting for, for the past three years.

The battle for dominance was not just a test of strength—it was a war of legends.

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As soon as the challenge was issued, the sky trembled under the weight of hundreds of dragons, each eager to claim the throne. Their roars echoed across the heavens like a symphony of destruction.

But standing above them all was Cua, his black and gold scales shimmering with an eerie glow. The aura of an Ancient Nether Dragon radiated from his body, suffocating the weaker dragons in its overwhelming presence.

A dozen dragons charged first, their bodies wreathed in flames, ice, and crackling lightning.

"Know your place!" Cua's voice boomed across the battlefield as he opened his maw, unleashing his Nether Oblivion Breath—a swirling vortex of pure annihilation that devoured magic, light, and even space itself.

The lead challenger, a mighty crimson dragon, tried to counter with Infernal Sunfire, a legendary flame said to burn forever. But the moment his flames met Cua's breath, they were erased from existence.

Screams filled the battlefield as three dragons were instantly disintegrated, their very souls consumed by the abyssal force.

Seeing the devastating power of Cua's breath, the smarter dragons decided to fight with magic and tactics rather than brute force.

One Emerald Serpent Dragon coiled in the sky, its scales glowing with Draconic Sealing Magic, forming a massive rune to trap Cua.

At the same time, a Silver Tempest Dragon soared higher, its wings creating a storm of divine thunder, each bolt crackling with power strong enough to shatter mountains.

Chains of Sealing erupted from the sky, wrapping around Cua's body, while Heaven's Wrath Lightning crashed down upon him.

The battlefield was bathed in blinding white light as the storm descended upon the Ancient Nether Dragon.

For a moment, the dragons thought they had succeeded.

But then—CRACK!

A monstrous pulse of pure nihility energy erupted from Cua's body, shattering the sealing chains like they were nothing more than twigs.

Then came his roar.

The Dragon King's Dominance.

A shockwave tore through the battlefield, sending even the most powerful dragons hurtling backward. The Silver Tempest Dragon, caught mid-air, was instantly struck down, crashing into the mountains below with a deafening BOOM.

The Emerald Serpent Dragon tried to retreat, but Cua was already upon him. Claws wreathed in golden-black energy pierced through his body, and with one monstrous bite, he ripped the serpent's throat out.

With hundreds defeated, only one dragon remained.

An Ancient Celestial Dragon, his white scales shimmering like stars, descended from the sky. His eyes burned with wisdom, and in his hands, he held a spear forged from the bones of fallen gods.

"You are strong," the Celestial Dragon admitted. "But power alone does not make a king."

Cua grinned, golden eyes flashing. "Then let me show you why I was born to rule."

The sky split apart as the two clashed at full force.

The Celestial Dragon unleashed his strongest technique—Divine Spear of Heaven's Judgement, a piercing attack that could kill even gods. The very air around the spear burned away as it shot forward, aiming straight for Cua's heart.

But Cua did not dodge.

Instead, he raised his claws and caught the spear mid-flight.

The weapon that had slain countless foes—stopped by a single hand.

The Celestial Dragon's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible—"

But before he could react, Cua's tail—wreathed in the essence of the void—slammed into him with the force of an extinction-level event.

BOOM!

The heavens shattered.