E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 322: Purple eyed Demon

Thunderwrath received the details of the battle from Han.

Then he laughed again.

A loud, unrestrained laugh that echoed through the shattered palace.

"Another fun opponent," he said. "Perfect for testing my sword techniques."

Lightning flared.

The massive dragon form shrank, lightning folding inward instead of exploding outward. Scales vanished. Wings dissolved into sparks. In a breath, a silver-haired young man stood in its place.

Two swords formed in his hands.

Not forged.

Born.

Blades made entirely of lightning, crackling and screaming with restrained power. A single long horn jutted from the center of his forehead, sharp and unmistakably draconic.

And then there was his smile.

Wide.

Unnatural.

Predatory.

Thunderwrath looked at the wolfbull lord and tilted his head slightly.

"Are you strong?," he said lightly, as if commenting on the weather.

The wolfbull lord did not reply.

Things were moving too fast.

Too wrong.

Staring at the silver-haired man, the wolfbull lord realized something unsettling.

The fear was gone.

At least, not completely gone, but reduced.

When Thunderwrath had been a dragon, the pressure had been unbearable. Suffocating. Every dragon possessed a dragon aura. A presence so overwhelming it crushed weaker beings just by existing.

That aura had flooded the palace when Thunderwrath first descended.

Now it was gone.

No.

Not gone.

Suppressed.

Thunderwrath had sealed it deliberately.

He had done it because he understood something instinctively.

A full dragon aura would ruin the fight.

So he pulled it inward, compressing it until it was nearly dormant. Controlled. Restrained.

So his opponent would feel hope.

So his opponent would believe.

With the dragon aura suppressed, Thunderwrath was certain the wolfbull lord would feel confident again.

And that confidence would make the fight far better.

That was what Thunderwrath loved.

And he was right.

The wolfbull lord straightened.

The suffocating pressure faded, giving it a brief moment of relief. As it looked at the dragon now standing in human form, its fear weakened.

If it judged correctly, this Thunderwrath should be on the same level as its champion.

And the wolfbull lord was far stronger than its champion.

That thought brought confidence surging back into its chest.

A mistake.

A fatal one.

The two fighters moved apart, each taking opposite sides of the ruined hall.

Thunderwrath rolled his shoulders, lightning swords humming eagerly in his grip.

The wolfbull lord cracked its knuckles, claws flexing, muscles swelling with killing intent.

They locked eyes.

The clash was moments away.

Han snapped his fingers. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The sound echoed through the palace like a gunshot.

The battle officially began.

Meanwhile.

Far away from Han.

In another portal lane entirely.

Massive figures moved through distorted space.

They were green.

Towering.

Four times the size of an adult human.

They belonged to the Noura monster race.

Green-skinned. Winged. Monstrous.

The number of wings on their backs determined everything. Skill. Rank. Power.

Humans knew very little about them. Only that they were terrifyingly strong.

So strong that a handful of them had caused more destruction than entire recorded invasions.

In human records, the Noura were listed among the top five most dangerous monster races ever encountered.

And one line in that record was underlined.

Any Noura with more than two wings is classified as an extremely high S-rank threat.

Minimum requirement to fight one.

At least two S class combatant were required to take them down.

Yet in this plane, a single figure was locked in battle.

Two Noura monsters stood against him.

Both had three wings.

Every collision sent shockwaves tearing through the colossal colosseum where they fought. Stone walls ruptured. Pillars collapsed. Massive sections of the arena were ripped apart with every violent clash.

From the sidelines, the one and two winged Noura watched.

Their expressions were filled with excitement.

Joy.

It was unheard of.

A human had entered their plane and challenged two of their lords directly.

Not one.

Two.

And these lords were not weaklings. They were monsters among monsters. Each wielded power far beyond the rest of their race.

Since the moment the battle began, the three had been locked in a brutal exchange. Blow for blow. Strike for strike.

And yet, there was no clear winner.

That alone was shocking.

The two lords possessed strength that eclipsed every other Noura present. And still, this newcomer held them off.

Worse.

He was human.

Weren't humans supposed to be weak.

Yet this one was strong.

Terrifyingly strong.

Still, the Noura felt no fear.

No doubt.

They were certain their leaders would win.

That illusion shattered seconds later.

The fighters disengaged.

The two lords leapt back, landing heavily.

Silence fell.

The crowd froze.

The leaders were wounded.

Deep gashes carved across their bodies. Blood spilled freely. One of them bore a massive X shaped sword wound across his chest.

The human stepped forward.

Uninjured.

Unshaken.

Purple eyes burned beneath his hood.

His voice was calm.

Deadly.

"Let's roll."

The colosseum erupted into chaos.

There was no mistaking him now.

The Purple Eyed Demon.

The nightmare of monsters.

An elite member of the Tryst Guild.

Ronan Steele.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Since the moment the battle began, the three had been locked in a brutal exchange. Blow for blow. Strike for strike.

And yet, there was no clear winner.

That alone was shocking.

The two lords possessed strength that eclipsed every other Noura present. And still, this newcomer held them off.

Worse.

He was human.

Weren't humans supposed to be weak.

Yet this one was strong.

Terrifyingly strong.

Still, the Noura felt no fear.

No doubt.

They were certain their leaders would win.

That illusion shattered seconds later.

The fighters disengaged.

The two lords leapt back, landing heavily.

Silence fell.

The crowd froze.

The leaders were wounded.

Deep gashes carved across their bodies. Blood spilled freely. One of them bore a massive X shaped sword wound across his chest.

The human stepped forward.

Uninjured.

Unshaken.

Purple eyes burned beneath his hood.

His voice was calm.

Deadly.

"Let's roll."

The colosseum erupted into chaos.

There was no mistaking him now.

The Purple Eyed Demon.

The nightmare of monsters.

An elite member of the Tryst Guild.

Ronan Steele.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hey everyone don't forget the mass release goal.

200 Power stones give birth to one extra chap.

100 collection give birth to one extra chap.

10+ reviews give birth to one extra chap.

Vote and support the story.

It fuels the journey.