Chapter 311: The Atlas Titan’s Forbidden Art Has Awakened!

The moment those words escaped his lips, Luke’s entire twenty-foot-tall body began to expand rapidly, his frame growing until he reached a height of seventy feet. The lean build of his previous form changed along with it, the smooth muscles becoming more defined and perfectly proportioned to his new size, not excessively bulky or unnaturally thin, but balanced as though his body had been designed specifically to bear this form.

At the same time, the armor covering him began to change.

The black armor transformed into Nullex, and its color shifted completely until Luke was covered in sleek white armor that retained the same overall structure as the previous black armor, although its proportions now suited his larger body perfectly.

Even the helmet retained the same familiar design, almost as though Nullex had been jealous of Valzareth and decided to copy its style.

’Calm down, Nullex.’

Sensing the armor’s bevavoir, Luke smiled inwardly as he reassured it before straightening his posture and calmly looking toward Marrec.

The fifty-foot-tall Marrec was already rushing toward him.

He leaped into the air, raised his gigantic Infernal Greatsword above his head, and swung it downward with tremendous force while roaring,

"DIE!"

The blade cut through the air with such speed that the pressure produced by the swing blasted outward, and the sound of the attack reached Luke before the sword itself did as it came straight toward his face.

Luke merely shook his head.

’I wanted to have a normal fight, but I guess I’m just a cheat character.’

With that thought, he brought up the system information regarding Azrion, the Atlas Titan, specifically the second dormant ability that had awakened after his breakthrough to the Silver Knight stage.

[SECOND AWAKENING — UNLOCKED]

A dormant power belonging to the Titan Face

"AZRION" has awakened.

[AZRION’S UNWRITTEN ARTS]

Status: First Art Unlocked

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[DESCRIPTION]

Azrion’s Unwritten Arts were created by Azrion himself after his natural Titan body size reached its physical limit.

His strength could continue surpassing the limits of most Titans and even contend with cosmic existences, but the size of his natural body remained restricted.

Rather than accepting this limitation, Azrion developed a method of externalizing his own force and shaping it into additional parts of his body.

These manifestations retain Azrion’s physical traits and allow him to construct a body far larger than his original form.

The ultimate purpose of the Unwritten Arts is to create a body capable of carrying what even Azrion’s natural body cannot.

THE UNIVERSE.

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Luke stared at the description for a moment before inwardly sighing.

’Each Titan is a maniac.’

Seriously, all of them seemed determined to attempt something impossible. As a mortal himself, the very idea of Azrion creating a body capable of carrying the universe had sounded too absurd to even consider, and even now, after becoming a Titan himself, Luke still found Azrion’s obsession difficult to understand.

Rather than think about it any further, he moved on to the ability that had actually been unlocked.

[FIRST ART]: "HEAVEN’S PALM"

Luke immediately used the art.

He called upon the energy belonging to the Atlas Titan, which he now understood was essentially called *force*, and gathered it within his body before directing it outward through Heaven’s Palm.

RUMBLE!!!

The moment he activated the technique, the sky above the arena darkened as though an eclipse had suddenly descended over the battlefield, blocking the lights that had previously illuminated the entire area.

The change was so noticeable that the spectators immediately looked upward.

Marrec, however, didn’t care.

He continued increasing the force behind his downward swing, his Infernal Greatsword still heading toward Luke’s face.

Then everyone finally saw what had caused the darkness.

A gigantic spectral palm had formed above the arena.

The palm was made entirely from force, and although it was still descending slowly, its sheer size cast a vast shadow over the battlefield.

The expressions of the spectators immediately changed.

Even Peiro looked genuinely surprised.

A single question seemed to arise in everyone’s mind.

’How could someone produce an attack of this level without reaching the corresponding rank?’

The answer was directly above them.

The Heaven’s Palm continued descending.

Zeyr’s mouth twitched. "Is he really D-rank? Not A-rank?"

He could feel the power contained within the spectral palm, and from his perception, its strength had already reached the level of a High B-rank attack, a level that only Brynessa among the current contestants should have been able to stop directly.

Nolan stared upward with his mouth slightly open.

"If I told anyone about this outside, they’d probably make fun of me. How can an Early D-rank summon an attack at High B-rank level?"

Behind him, Arwen wiped away the sweat that had suddenly formed on his forehead.

"I shouldn’t provoke this monster anymore." The thought alone made him uneasy, but another thought soon followed.

’Does Her Highness even know how strong her husband is?’

He quickly remembered that Elaria was even stronger than Luke.

That realization relieved him somewhat.

In the end, Luke was still weaker than his own wife.

Meanwhile, Alia’s expression became increasingly excited as she watched Luke.

"Yes. He will be my partner. Only he is perfect for my partner."

Her body trembled slightly at the thought.

Originally, she had only wanted Luke to become her cauldron, someone whose energy could help her grow stronger over a certain period.

But after seeing what he was capable of, that idea had changed.

Even if she spent one hundred years with Luke, she wasn’t sure she could completely suck him dry.

Fortunately for Luke, he couldn’t hear her thoughts because he was too busy showing off.

Selene, however, didn’t need to hear them.

Her eyes twitched as she looked toward Alia.

’This vixen is thinking something bad about my husband again.’

Her teeth clenched slightly.

’I should lock Luke up so no other vixen can get close to him.’

She had already made up her mind.

Once this arena fight was finally over, she would find a way to keep her husband with her for eternity.

"Hehe~"

At that thought, a smile gradually spread across her lips, and her fangs also slipped out as she thought about it.

Estelle, sitting nearby, couldn’t help flinching when she noticed the strange behavior of both Alia and Selene.

Still, none of that could change the fact that Luke had become someone no one could ignore anymore.

With only D-rank cultivation, he could already produce an attack at High B-rank level.

Then what would happen when he reached C-rank?

And after that, B-rank?

Estelle’s heart began beating faster as she considered the possibilities.

’Could Luke eventually fight an S-rank being?’

’A King-tier existence?’

If he could, then by the time he reached that level, wouldn’t his personal strength approach the King tier as well, placing him only below the Emperor level?

The thought excited her.

She had to find a way to bring Luke closer to the Sunborn Kingdom.

Perhaps she could even make him fall in love with her and use that relationship to tie him to the kingdom, because a person like Luke could provide enormous benefits to both her and the entire kingdom.