Fighting the white dragon emperor(57)

Takeo looked at the scenery, the sky just looked so beautiful, and everything around him felt so good.

Using so much natural energy was making him feel at peace with the earth itself.

He could feel as if the earth itself was trying to hug him, like a mom congratulating her son for doing a good job.

It felt oh so good.

His eyes went toward Kiba who was fighting the priest, Kiba was doing well especially since Xenovia and Irina were helping him.

They would be fine, his eyes went toward Koneko, the three-headed dog that seemed to have been taken care of.

Takeo's eyes landed on Rias and Akeno.

Rias seemed to be sweating just a bit, it seemed as if she had used most of her power to restrain Kokabiel to the best of her ability.

She did great, he was quite proud of her progress.

His eyes then landed on Akeno, she seemed to have a mixed expression on her face.

On one hand, she seemed happy and glad that he was okay.

On the other hand, she seemed...what was that emotion, he couldn't describe it.

Though before he could ponder too long on it.

A portal appeared behind him.

He could feel the portal was there before it had opened, he felt a familiar presence coming from the portal.

Coming out of the portal was a handsome young man with light silver hair and hazel eyes.

He was wearing a dark green V-neck shirt with a high-collared black leather jacket over it. He also wore burgundy jeans with a silver chain drooping down over them black leather chaps with three bands encircling his right calf, and black shoes with black buckles.

'Jecheondaeseong'

A dragon voice was heard saying.

Without wasting any second, what seemed to be a wing appeared behind the young man's back.

"Let's fight"

Takeo was confused, he had just met this man and yet this man wanted to fight him.

Without wasting a second, the young man rushed toward him and started attacking him.

Takeo made sure to be careful to not get touched, he felt like if he were to get touched something bad would happen.

The silver-haired man seemed to not like the fact he wasn't taken seriously and nearly immediately went into an armored state with 8 wings behind his back.

Takeo parried one of his blows and punched the teenage boy in the stomach, the blow was so hard that the teenage boy felt like he was going to puke.

He felt as if the damage had bypassed his durability and went straight through his guts.

To be more precise he felt as if his gut was being rearranged.

Takeo proceeded to hit multiple blows on the teenage boy, each blows more powerful than the previous one.

'DIVIDE'

A voice was heard saying, that Takeo felt his physical strength and magic being divided in half.

He heard Rias's voice talking about something along the lines of his sacred gear being the Vanishing Dragon, his power being to divide his opponent's powers.

He was the white dragon emperor.

So, all Takeo had to do was overpower him with skill.

Okay.

Without wasting a moment, he rushed toward the boy and started clashing with the boy, with each blow he landed he could feel his power being divided and being added to the boy's own personal power.

However, the fight remained one-sided.

Takeo was clearly winning and not by a small margin, each one of their blow would ignore the boy's damage and go straight for the boy's vital organs.

While all of the boy's attacks would be parried, deflected, or even countered.

Having the power to divide someone's power was nifty and all but, it all pales in comparison if you do not have the skill to wield that power.

As long as Takeo could still perceive the boy's movement he would win, he had noticed that the boy wasn't dividing his Touki, it was as if his Touki refused to be transferred to someone else.

And when his Touki was transferred, the white dragon emperor could feel the hatred of the whole planet being unleashed upon him.

It was as if Mother Nature herself refused to leave him.

Shrinking his Yeoui to a size that anyone could hold.

He then made sure to send all the talk he had in his body and the magic left on him, which was about the level of a middle-class devil.

He then used his remaining power in order to shoot the poll like it was a soccer ball.

'Takeo Jin original.....Rail Gun'

What seemed to be fire seemed to have been produced by the kick as the Yeoui flew threw the air at such speed that even the air itself seemed to turn on fire due to the friction.

*Kaboom*

As the explosion settled, he noticed a panting teenage boy, he also felt his power returning to him.

Wasn't that just nifty?

The teenage boy however seemed like he wanted to go again.

However, a voice from his gauntlet was heard saying.

'That enough Vali'

Takeo looked at the gauntlet, so this was the voice of the Gauntlet.

The teenage boy seem strangely annoyed at that.

"One more divide and I would have won" The boy declared arrogantly.

'Against this weakened state maybe'

Vali looked at his gauntlet as if asking him what the heck he meant to weaken the state.

'It seems like you have awakened Jecheondaeseong'

Takeo nodded his head.

'I apologize for my host's impertinence, he just wanted to test out his power against your own'

"It's fine, I got a good workout out of it"

Vali looked confused for a second, did he seriously consider this fight a workout?

Although the thought did excite him, now he really wanted to beat him.

'What name do you plan to go by this time, Jecheondaeseong or Takeo Jin'

"You can call me Takeo, I don't mind"

Meanwhile, Vali was just thinking of a way to beat this guy, he did know though that there was one guy in his group who would fangirl like crazy if he were here.

Meeting the Jecheondaeseong in the flesh.

'do you plan on conquering this time period'

Takeo looked at Akeno and Rias in the background, his eyes softening a bit before saying.

"No, I think I am going to take it slow this time around"

Upon hearing those words only one thing went through Albion's mind.

'He has changed'

Some memories of the past flowed through his mind.

The memory of a man that looked eerily similar to Takeo calling his ability lame.