Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

Chapter 541: Overwhelming Force

“Last battle.”

“You think this Club Regalon will win?”

“They have to win all fights. One tie is fine, unless they also have one loss. So if that guy won, they could take this palace. But if Vier won, they had to settle for the mansion below.”

Almond and Vier floated facing each other with 50 meters of distance between them, which was considered non-existent space at their level.

Pointing one of his Voidsoul swords at Vier, Almond said. “Give me your best shot. Take as much time as you want, prepare as much as you can, and attack me with one move that has the entirety of your power.”

“So you can dodge it and attack me?” Viet tilted his head.

Almond smiled. “So I can sever it with complete impunity.”

“You sure about that?” Vier raised his eyebrows.

“I think that’s only fair.” As Almond’s words left his mouth, his invisible domain clashed against Vier’s domain, which constantly manifested colorful lightning tendrils that shifted into different shapes of melee weapons, appearing and disappearing.

Vier laughed. “You’re more arrogant than I thought.”

“This is not arrogance. This is an objective observation with my eyes that can see everything.” Almond’s golden eyes with a sharp void in the shape of blades flickered.

Vier’s eyes flickered, his domain suddenly crackling with disastrous blitzing of lightning, pushing Almond’s domain.

Almond smiled, and suddenly, Vier was forced to a stop.

A strange kind of pressure gripped Vier, causing his eyes to dance with thrill.

The air rumbled between them.

Not from pressure.

Not from power output.

But from the sheer intent of two beings who didn’t want to remove everything holding them back.

Vier’s lightning flickered around him without a sound—deep violet currents began looping in impossible arcs, bending and twisting like living serpents. A blunt hammer appeared in his hand, resting lazily against his shoulder, but sparks dripped from it like poisonous raindrops.

He rolled his neck and smirked.

“Well then. Let’s get this over with.”

His lightning condensed instantly.

A serpentine bolt of exotic thunder—alive, shifting, erratic—uncoiled from his hammer and lunged forward like a lightning-beast starving for flesh. Its jaws split into five layers, each carrying a specialized frequency of destructive power.

The air shook as it tore toward Almond.

Almond did not lift his blade.

A soft, indistinct shift rang out, almost too quiet to notice.

The lightning stopped.

The head of the thunder-beast fell apart silently, cut cleanly in neat geometric fragments that dissolved into harmless motes before touching Almond.

Vier’s grin froze.

Then widened.

“Oh? Not bad.”

More lightning gathered.

He swung the hammer sideways, unleashing three consecutive arcs—each one different: one distorted space, one corroded mana, one ruptured time flow.

Almond stepped once to the side.

shffft.

All three vanished.

No flash.

No wind.

No aftershock.

Simply erased from existence.

Vier clicked his tongue. “Annoying.”

He raised his hammer again. Thunder surged behind him, growing thicker, wilder, more violent. With one twist, he smashed the hammer downward, releasing a gigantic thunder pillar that tore the platform open. It carried layers of exotic thunder—patterns designed to overwhelm, overflow, and overload.

Almond lowered his gaze.

His wrist flicked.

shffft.

The thunder pillar parted down the middle like water touched by a knife, splitting cleanly. The two halves drifted around him without touching, dispersing harmlessly.

Vier stared.

“…You’re severing my thunder?”

Almond’s eyes lifted, calm and unreadable.

“Gather all your power.”

Vier blinked.

“What?”

“You won’t touch me otherwise.”

The silence that followed felt like a slap.

Vier’s lips trembled—then broke into a crazed grin.

“Oh, you cocky bastard.”

Lightning burst from him in every direction.

His hammer spun once, stirring the air into a violet tempest. His domain crashed open, thunderwolves roaring into existence, spectral lightning spears rising around him like a rising storm army.

Almond did not move.

Vier pointed his hammer straight at him.

“Fine. You want all my power?”

Thunder locked into place.

Violet arcs turned pitch-black.

The air itself screamed as his exotic lightning condensed into a single, unified form.

“One technique.”

His eyes widened, and the hammer surged with impossible voltage.

“My strongest.”

Almond waited.

Vier roared.

“RAZING—!!”

The sky tore open. Lightning exploded downward with such intensity that the spectators’ vision went white-outed. The entire world seemed to collapse under the thunderfall—a single blow carrying the full crescendo of Vier’s exotic mastery.

The hammer strike descended.

Everything drowned in violet annihilation—

And Almond slowly raised his blade.

Just a few inches.

His voice was quiet, almost gentle.

“…Grim-Fated Cut.”

The universe trembled.

Almond swung.

There was no sound.

No light.

No explosion.

Vier’s strongest technique, the razing, world-cutting thunderfall…split apart into two, and then, into millions of cubes.

The lightning curled into nothing, dissolving like smoke under sunlight.

Vier’s expression froze mid-roar.

Almond inhaled softly—

—and the severed thunder, the severed force, the severed momentum, the severed destructive essence—

Flowed into him in a burst of silent power.

He devoured it completely.

Vier’s pupils shrank.

“You… you ate my strongest attack—?!” Vier had consumed half of his Life Power in that attack! Using half to boost one’s moves in a fight was considered going all out.

Almond pointed his blade at him.

“Your turn is over.”

Vier’s heart suddenly stopped. His instincts screamed.

Because Almond finally moved.

He stepped forward.

Then disappeared entirely.

Vier barely lifted his hammer when Almond was in front of him.

A faint line of light shimmered across Vier’s chest in the shape of X.

Then—

Everything within a one-kilometer radius warped thirty degrees alongside space.

The X in front of Vier glowed before everything returned to normal, and a loud blast occurred, blasting a huge amount of air outward that blew everything.

Cracks appeared on the palace, and the entire tree stadium dispersed into motes. The people watching were blown back as if they were slapped by the sky itself.

But the one who received the attack that created these side-effects, Vier, flew back like a meteor, crashing into the ground with a thunderous shockwave that nailed the coffin for the palace as it shattered.

Vier still roared with everything he got as his body raptured, falling into one knee deep in a hole and coughing blood as lightning sputtered uncontrollably around him, riding his strong will to fight back the inevitable defeat, to win!

Almond stood still, sword lowered again, as if he had done nothing at all.

“Not over yet.” Vier’s fingers trembled as he moved.

He rose unsteadily—

But his legs buckled again.

His power was suddenly leaving him. Like a tank filled with fuel was punctured.

’What is going on?’

“I severed your strength to stand up.”

Vier stared at Almond.

“Now’s not the time to get stubborn,” Almond’s swords vanished with a single, faint slashing sound that almost felt like imagination. “It’s over.”

Just as Almond finished speaking, Vier collapsed completely.

Unconscious.

The spectators watched, stunned. There was an utter silence. Well, part of the reason was that most of the spectators were blown off the mountain.

But what everyone witnessed was one helluva short fight.

After the silence of three whole seconds that felt longer than that, someone finally spoke.

“Who will tell me what the fuck just happened?”