E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 325: Onslaught.
Chapter 325
SKILL ACTIVATED: ONSLAUGHT
Ronan smiled as he felt himself become more dangerous. ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ต.๐ฌ๐ธ๐
Not stronger. Not overflowing with raw power.
More dangerous.
If before he was lethal, now he was catastrophic.
That was the nature of Onslaught.
The skill did not grant him brute strength. It twisted everything he already had and sharpened it to a terrifying edge. Every skill became deadlier. Every strike carried absurd lethality. Critical hits were no longer rare accidents. They were expected. And when they landed, the damage multiplied tenfold.
A strike meant to deal ten damage could erupt into five hundred or more.
A bizarre peak-tier skill.
The truth was simple. Ronan did not need Onslaught to kill the fused Norua lord. Even with the insane green flames and monstrous durability, he was confident he could win. But that would be dull. Repetitive. Another clean execution.
Boring.
When Ronan had seen the Norua cheering earlier, their joy and blind confidence in their lord, he decided to change the tone of the fight.
So he let the Norua lord kill his own people.
And it worked perfectly.
Rage consumed him. Ego blinded him. He erased his subordinates without hesitation.
Now the field was clear.
Now Ronan would end it.
He smiled faintly and crossed his blades in front of him. His purple eyes flared as the Eye of Precision activated at full power. The swords in his hands responded, glowing a deep violet as they resonated with his intent.
The Norua lord scoffed.
Did this spineless human, who had been running all this time, really think he could win now?
The difference in power was obvious. His strength was superior. His attacks were devastating. His speed was overwhelming. The only reason Ronan had survived was that cursed skill that let him replace himself with Norua subordinates.
Subordinates who were now dead.
Their sacrifice was for the greater good.
The Norua lord laughed loudly as green flames erupted again, coating his body like armor. Flames crawled along his arms and legs, forming massive living scythes that writhed as if alive.
"Give up, human," he said. "Resistance is meaningless. Surrender and I might make your death painless."
He paused.
Then shook his head, madness burning in his eyes.
"No. I take that back. Iโll rip you apart piece by piece. Iโll make you scream and beg. Your death will be the most painful any being has ever experienced."
He raised his weapon, ready to charge.
Ronan stared at him, expression blank, gaze unmoving.
Then he spoke a single word.
"Noted."
With that, the two sides moved and struck.
Their first clash rippled violently outward, completely erasing the nearby corpses of dead Norua. They evaporated under the screeching green flames as the Norua lord collided with Ronan. Strike after strike. Move after move. Their speed blurred the sky itself.
Then the Norua lordโs expression changed.
They were even.
No. This was wrong.
This was not how it was supposed to go. He had expected the human to be overwhelmed instantly, crushed under raw power, broken before the real torture even began. Instead, this human had been hiding his true strength.
"You damn brat," the Norua lord roared, swinging his flaming scythe down toward Ronanโs head.
At that distance, with that speed, the strike should have landed. Ronan was too close. Dodging was impossible. And at the same time, Ronanโs sword was already cutting upward from the side. The Norua lord did not hesitate. He would take the hit.
How much damage could a single sword strike cause?
The answer arrived immediately.
Just as the green flaming scythe was about to split Ronanโs skull, Ronan sidestepped.
On air.
The Norua lordโs mind stalled.
Before he could process it, Ronanโs blade carved into him. Agony exploded from the point of impact, so violent it froze his body mid-motion. His muscles locked. His senses screamed. His existence felt like it was unraveling.
He howled as he jerked away from the second sword, which had already continued its path. But that single frozen moment was enough. The blade tore across his face, nearly taking one of his eyes.
The Norua lord leapt back, pivoting again and again, forcing distance between them. Not that it mattered. His opponent could cross it in seconds.
But he had no time to think.
The pain was wrong. Unnatural. A single slash had drowned him in torment so intense it felt like his soul was being peeled apart. If he could go back in time, he would never have taken that attack head-on.
Once could be a fluke.
But what if every strike was like that?
What if each swing carried that same soul-wrecking agony?
Cold shivers ran down his spine.
The hatred and rage he felt toward the human drained away, replaced by something unfamiliar.
Fear.
Real fear.
The moment he understood how quickly those strikes would kill him, his mind snapped.
I need to run.
No. We need to run.
The thought echoed twice in his head, two voices overlapping, both fused Norua ringing with rising panic.
But before they could make a run for it, a purple eye flared in the distance.
In less than a second, a figure was already flying toward them at a speed so fast it was almost unimaginable. Their survival instincts screamed. They reacted on pure reflex and barely managed to avoid instant death.
The attacker landed in the dust, pivoted once, balanced, and came to a stop with the grace of a knight.
Not a holy knight.
A monstrous one.
The Norua lord felt his soul try to leave his body as he looked into Ronanโs glowing purple eye.
"We arenโt done here," Ronan said calmly, as if stating a simple fact. "I donโt leave matters that need my attention unfinished."
The words nearly broke them.
Still, the Norua lord forced his voice to remain steady, though it trembled beneath the effort. "Tell me, human. What do you want. Anything in my plane is yours. Name your price for my life."
Ronan looked at him lazily.
He never understood why fools said things like that at deathโs door. Letting someone live after they promised you torture was the height of stupidity. Still, he answered.
"Actually," Ronan said, "I do have multiple wishes."
The Norua lord nodded quickly, clinging to false hope. "Name them. I will do everything in my power."
Ronanโs voice did not rise.
"I will rip you apart one step at a time. One piece at a time. Until nothing of you remains. I will burn every fragment to ash and scatter it where it will never be found. I will torment every cell in your body until your existence comes undone. You will die the most painful death anyone has ever known. Long. Brutal. Cruel."
The Norua lordโs spine turned to ice.
Those were his words.
The same words he had used earlier.
Now they were being returned.
The two fused voices trembled with fury and fear as they shouted together. "Let us go or you die. Choose."
Ronan smiled faintly. "About the dying part. I donโt think a dead man, or two dead men, gets to make demands."
That small smile felt like the world collapsing around them.
If that sword hit them again, the pain would be unbearable. The answer was obvious. Do not get hit. If they avoided his strikes, they could escape. They could flee. The thought of killing this monster wearing human skin vanished completely.
Just survive.
Just escape.
Hope rose.
Then Ronan smiled wider and shook his head.
"Let me guess," he said. "Youโre thinking of avoiding my strikes."
A silver needle floated gently from his hand.
Then it split.
Two became four. Four became eight.
They kept multiplying until the air itself was drowned in gleaming silver, half the plane coated in hovering needles.
The Norua lord stared, confusion twisting into dread.
"What are those for," he whispered.
Ronan looked from the needles back to him, his smile cold.
"Escape," he said softly. "Letโs see how well you manage that."
To be continued.
To be continued...
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