Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger-Chapter 113: EX . Monstrosity

Derrick rose to his feet, fury overtaking fear. But the remaining B-rank demons weren’t about to let him go.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

He roared, mana exploding from his core in a burst of raw, unfiltered force. The ground split open, a forest of stone spears erupting around him, impaling the nearest demons. Blood rained. But more came.

He pushed through, clawing toward Stephanie as time seemed to slow.

Stephanie looked up at him, still smiling through the pain, her face bloodied and bruised.

It was the kind of smile you never forget.

"You have to make it out, Derrick," she said softly. "You’ve got family waiting, unlike us."

She was talking about herself and their dead squadmates.

The demon above her raised its leg, aiming to crush her head under its foot.

"STEPHANIE!!"

But then,

Shhhhhing—

A soft, clean sound of a blade sliding from its sheath was heard. Followed by the heads of every demon blocking Derrick falling off at once.

There was no cry, no struggle. Just clean, fatal silence.

The A-rank demon’s leg, mid-stomp, was severed clean at the knee, spraying blood as it stumbled.

It didn’t even get the chance to react.

Because a split second later, its head was cleaved clean off, spinning into the dirt.

And standing in the space between life and death, breathing slow and even,

Was Leon Kael.

There was no word or theatrics.

Just a nod.

As he vanished into the battlefield, already cutting down another demon before it’s head hit the ground.

Derrick stared. Stephanie blinked, her eyes glassy and wide.

They looked at each other. Then at the steaming corpse around them.

The fear that had gripped their bones was gone.

Not because they were safe.

But because Leon had finally acted.

And the battlefield would never be the same again.

****

At the center of the chaos, Leon Kael was a storm.

He didn’t run.

He advanced his gaze, calm, fluid, and focused.

And everywhere he went, demons died.

One swipe of his blade cleaved through three. A reverse swing gutted another. With each strike, his aura deepened, and the battlefield bent to his presence.

An A-rank demon lunged, only to be cut in half mid-pounce, its upper body spinning through the air before crashing into its own kind. Another tried to blindside him, claws outstretched, Leon caught its wrist, crushed it in his grip, and drove his blade through its skull without flinching.

He wasn’t fighting.

He was hunting.

And the demons were running out of time.

Across the battlefield, soldiers turned, stunned, at the tornado of death ripping through the A-ranks.

"Is that... the recruit that was promoted directly to a combatant?!"

"That’s the one. The guy who skipped training except to test his attacks."

"Well... whatever he was doing? It fucking worked."

Another soldier, barely keeping her blade steady, whispered,

"And he’s so hot it’s not even fair."

But that wasn’t what made them stare.

It was the way demons feared him.

A single soldier, barely awakened for a year, was doing what only S-ranks could do. Not just killing. Not just surviving. But pulling the army back from despair.

Leon Kael didn’t rally them with speeches. He rallied them by cutting down their enemies with terrifying ease.

And this act alone gave them a reason..... A reason to believe that maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t die here.

Far behind him, in the shifting tides of lower-ranked combat, his squad fought on.

Eleanor spun, her katana flashing, cutting down a charging E-rank demon before it could touch their flanks. Her eyes trailed Leon’s path through the battlefield, leaving only corpses behind.

She smiled, shaking her head.

"He’s always incredible."

Beside her, Adrian slammed his reinforced shield into a snarling beast. The impact cracked bone, flattening the creature like it had run into a wall made of steel and rage. He grunted, wiping blood from his face.

"Of course he is."

They didn’t need to say more.

But Eden on the other hand, began to falter. His hands moved slower. His focus flickered. A minor demon seized the chance, darting toward him with a high-pitched snarl, fangs glinting with spit and black blood.

Eleanor spotted it and started to move,

But then Eden’s eyes turned black.

Not dark.

Void.

The demon froze mid-leap. No hesitation, no defense, it simply stopped. As Eden raised one hand, conjured a flame, and fired.

The fireball punched through the demon’s chest and left nothing behind but ash and smoldering bone.

Eleanor blinked, her katana still raised. "Nice one, Eden."

His eyes faded back to normal as he turned toward her, smiling faintly.

"Don’t worry. I got this."

Back at the frontline, Leon turned, eyes scanning the carnage. Another A-rank charged, screeching as it spun a cleaver twice its size. Leon stepped forward, unbothered, blade low, body loose.

The battle wasn’t over.

But now? 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

It belonged to him.

****

Above the battlefield, far beyond the reach of steel or spell, three figures hovered in a shifting triangle of tension.

Nikko Yakomoto. Rebecca Sky. Raven Stone.

Three S-rankers. Three of the Federation’s mightiest.

All of them facing a single demoness.

At first glance, it looked absurd. Why would three of humanity’s strongest need to confront just one enemy?

But instinct, pure survival instinct, told them otherwise.

She wasn’t alone.

Even if she stood alone now.

The demoness drifted through the air as if weightless, arms wide, body wrapped in black mist that flickered like it was stitched from shadow. Her long limbs bent unnaturally, joints subtly wrong. Her smile was worse. Razor-sharp teeth stretched past the edges of her lips, reaching toward her ears like a permanent, grotesque grin.

She didn’t attack.

She just smiled.

"Put your guards up." Nikko’s voice broke the silence.

A second later,

The sky itself folded.

Not bent. Not warped.

Folded, like paper, crinkling in slow motion, space creasing on itself.

And through that rip came power.

A tidal wave of demonic energy exploded outward, sweeping across the entire battlefield below. The pressure was suffocating, dark and pulsing like a living thing.

Soldiers froze mid-swing.

Even the demons on the ground paused, snarling nervously as the energy soaked the wind.

The demoness grinned wider.

"You human scum... you’ve yet to witness real power."

With that, the sky tore open with a sonic boom. It cracked the air like glass shattering at supersonic speed.

Three new demons emerged in her wake.

Rebecca and Raven stiffened instantly. Not in fear, but In horror.

Rebecca’s eyes widened. Her hands trembled.

"No..." she whispered. Her voice cracked. "You monster. How could you do that to them?"

The storm around her flared. The clouds churned like an angry sea. Thunder crashed, not distant but close, intimate, like the sky itself shared her rage.

Even Nikko faltered for half a heartbeat.

Because the three demons now standing before them... weren’t ordinary. They weren’t like the A-rank corpses fighting below.

They were more twisted.

They had Flesh sewn together, limbs from multiple bodies fused into single monstrous forms. Eyes blinked from the wrong places, and their faces.... their faces still held pain and identity.

One had Harry’s wide eyes, now sunken and glowing. Another bore Snape’s jawline, twisted into something unholy. The third... had Natasha’s laugh lines, stretched into a silent scream.

Rebecca’s fist flared with lightning. Her rage was volcanic, and it bled into the world.

The demoness tilted her head, amused.

"I improved them. Stripped away their weakness... made them perfect."

The three abominations knelt before her, trembling, twitching, living contradictions of death and life, and then she whispered, with almost motherly pride:

"Destroy them, my children."

And they vanished.

Gone in a blink.

The three S-rankers barely had time to react.

As they clashed.

Seven S-rank beings, three human, three monstrous and one demonic slammed into each other mid-air with the force of a cataclysm.