I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 113: Turning Tides

The moment Raj’s fist clashed against Zenith’s, shockwaves rippled through the air, flattening dust and debris around them. With each strike, Raj’s fingers danced across Zenith’s pressure points, aiming to shut down his limbs.

But it didn’t work.

Zenith’s arms still moved—almost as if they had wills of their own.

Raj narrowed his eyes. "How are you not affected? I’ve hit every critical point."

Zenith grinned mid-combat. "It’s my technique. They call it the Kinetic Transfer Core."

Their fists collided again, thunder cracking in their wake.

"Every time I get hit," Zenith continued, "I either absorb the kinetic energy and send it into the ground, or I store it in my core to redirect later. That’s why your pressure point tricks don’t work on me."

Raj clicked his tongue and leaped into a spin-kick, knocking Zenith back several meters. But Zenith stood up, brushing dust off his torn shirt like it was nothing.

Raj landed, panting. "These kinds of techniques exist...?"

His attacks kept landing—fists, elbows, knees—but they did nothing.

Unknowingly, they had drifted far from the main battlefield. Now they stood among broken towers and a long-forgotten ruined city, shattered and silent.

Raj looked around and smirked. "Didn’t expect to find ruins out here... might as well use them."

He launched himself onto broken walls and cracked beams, moving like a phantom, darting in and out. Using the ruins as his platform, he bounced, flipped, and struck Zenith from every angle like a relentless storm.

"If I can’t take you down in one strike," Raj said between attacks, "then I’ll do it again and again until you break!"

He became a blur, his fists and feet flashing like lightning.

Zenith’s movements slowed.

Raj saw it. A small smile broke on his blood-stained face.

"He’s slowing down..."

But then Zenith chuckled. Standing tall, dust swirling around his boots, he said, "You thought I was slowing down?"

Raj froze.

"I’ve been absorbing every one of your attacks, kid." Zenith raised his fist. "And now, it’s complete."

Raj’s eyes widened. "What’s complete?!"

Zenith’s grin widened. "See for yourself."

In a flash, Zenith’s punch rocketed forward—exploding with an enormous burst of energy, like a bomb forged from Raj’s own strength.

"This is all your power," Zenith said. "I’m just giving it back!"

The impact shook the ground, ripping apart what was left of the ruins. A mushroom cloud of smoke and dust burst into the sky. It was so massive that even Aamir, locked in battle with the old man, looked over.

He narrowed his eyes. "What the hell...?"

The old man kicked at him. "Don’t look away. Focus."

Back at ground zero, Zenith stood tall, brushing soot from his coat. "Looks like fun’s over." He turned to walk away.

But then—

A voice emerged from the dust.

"No... it’s not over yet."

Zenith stopped. "Huh?"

The dust cleared slowly, revealing Raj, standing tall, shirt torn, blood dripping from his face. One eye shut from swelling, one arm dangling and soaked in red.

Still, he stood.

Still, he stared Zenith down.

"You...? You’re in no condition to fight." Zenith laughed.

Raj’s body trembled. But his will didn’t.

"I will defeat you... no matter what."

He closed his eyes.

And in the silence that followed, he remembered.

A memory surfaced—

The last day of training with Dharam.

"Raj," Dharam had said, "the next technique I taught you... it’s not one you can use yet. You’re not ready."

"But I believe... one day, you will be."

Raj’s senses returned sharper.

He could feel the rhythm of Zenith’s pulses.

He could see the flow of energy beneath his skin.

Every pressure point glowed in his mind’s eye.

Zenith charged. "Then die, kid!"

Raj didn’t move until the last second. Then—his finger jabbed directly into Zenith’s chest.

Crack!

Zenith coughed blood. "What...?"

Raj stepped forward, steady now. "Because your heart isn’t strong enough to handle it."

Seven rapid-fire strikes followed—each one targeting the meridians surrounding Zenith’s heart. Each blow like lightning.

Zenith’s body shook, his limbs going limp, his knees buckling.

"You... what did you do...?" he gasped.

Raj’s final strike landed right over Zenith’s heart.

Zenith’s body froze—then fell like a crumbling statue.

Dust rose.

Silence followed.

Zenith, the unbreakable kinetic warrior, was down.

Far away, Aamir heard the familiar ding in his mind.

[Elite Defeated: Zenith]

Marked One Victory: 2 / 10

Aamir’s eyes widened. "Another one? Who the hell...?"

He smiled. "Must’ve been Raj or Seenu."

He turned to the old man and cracked his knuckles. "Looks like my friends are ahead. Guess I need to catch up."

The old man narrowed his eyes. "You’re not bad, kid. If this wasn’t war... I might’ve followed you."

Aamir smiled. "Then let’s finish this like warriors."

Aamir stared at the old man, breath steady, fists clenched. The battlefield around them raged, but in his mind, everything else dulled. Only one opponent remained in focus.

"We’ve been fighting for so long..." Aamir exhaled, his boots grinding into the dust. "And I haven’t managed to land a proper hit on you."

His eyes sharpened like blades. "That ends now. I’ll use my final move."

The old man gave a small laugh, his aged muscles still rippling with tension beneath his armor.

"Then come at me, boy." He cracked his neck. "Show me that move. Who knows? Maybe you really will defeat me because of it."

Elsewhere...

Dust and blood mixed with sweat on the broken land as Haider Ali and Michael stood opposite one another, their bodies bruised and battered, garments torn, faces marked with battle.

"It’s time to end this." Haider’s voice was low, resolute.

He raised his blade, aura flaring around him in golden arcs.

"You’re strong, Michael. No doubt."

"But not strong enough."

With a cry, both launched at each other—faster than before, heavier than before.

This time, Haider’s attacks struck with new weight, new speed, new intensity. His blade whistled like a storm, forcing Michael back with each exchange.

Michael’s eyes widened, barely keeping up.

"You were holding back... weren’t you?"

Haider said nothing—only attacked again. His will was a blade sharper than steel.

Meanwhile....

The battlefield trembled beneath the weight of colliding powers. Smoke curled around broken stone. In the midst of scorched earth and shattered debris, Seenu stood tall—his body marred with bruises, his clothes torn, and his hand clutching a rusty katana wreathed in flickering flame.

Across from him, a towering woman clad in silver stood poised—one of the Calonian elite, her violet eyes burning with disdain. Her hands glowed as she summoned an ancient, hexagonal shield artifact, its golden sheen radiating a divine aura.

"You’ve got courage, boy," she said, raising the shield. "But your flames won’t penetrate this. It’s a high-level artifact from the Elder Vaults. Not even dragonfire could crack it."

Seenu didn’t flinch. His katana hissed in his grip, the flames along its blade dancing more fiercely.

"Maybe so," he muttered, his gaze unwavering. "But my flames don’t burn like others."

He took a single step forward, then raised his blade in both hands. His aura erupted, heat coiling around him like a vortex.

"My flames..." he whispered, his voice deepening, power roaring from his soul. "...can burn even flames themselves."

The woman’s smirk faded slightly, sensing a shift in his energy. Suddenly, Seenu’s flames turned blue—but not like Aamir’s.

They weren’t celestial, divine, or beast-like. They were raw, consuming, a fire that crackled with pain, grief, and fury—a cursed blaze born from survival.

"Impossible," she whispered.

Seenu raised his sword.

"If I can’t cut through your shield..."

"...I’ll burn it. Burn you. Burn everything."

With a roar that shook the field, Seenu slashed through the air—and a torrent of searing blue flame exploded from his blade. The fire wasn’t fast—it crawled, as if hunting, melting the ground it touched, turning metal into sludge, stone into steam.

The lady laughed.

"Fool! Your fire is loud—but it’s useless!"

The blast hit her shield. For a moment, it held.

Then—

The shield screamed.

Its glow flickered. The runes along its surface shattered, one by one. Cracks split down the artifact’s center like breaking glass. The woman’s smile vanished as a horrifying sound echoed—

Ssshhhhh—CRACK!

Her eyes widened in terror as the shield began to melt. The fire ate it alive, licking across her armor, digging into her skin. She screamed, falling to her knees.

"WHAT IS THIS FIRE?! WHAT ARE YOU?!"

But Seenu said nothing. He lowered his blade slowly, watching as the flames engulfed her completely. The roar of blue fire echoed across the ruins—and when it faded, nothing remained of the Calonian elite but ash, scattered on the wind.

Seenu dropped to one knee, panting. His flames flickered down to embers. He looked at his sword, its edge still glowing faintly blue.

"I didn’t want this power..." he whispered, voice cracked. "But if I have it... I’ll use it. For them."

And then he rose again—burning.

Standing atop the lifeless body of a Calonian elite, Kunal looked down and muttered,

"I told you—I could see right through your tricks."

Blood dripped steadily from his twin blades, painting the ground beneath him.

[System Notification: One of your Marked Ones has defeated a Calonian Elite.]

[System Notification: One of your Marked Ones has defeated a Calonian Elite.]

Two more flashes across Aamir’s vision.

"That’s four down..." he muttered, barely dodging a sweeping kick from the old man.

He caught his breath mid-air, flipping back to gain distance.

"The tides are turning."

Out of the corner of his eye, Aamir saw Meera engaged in a fierce fight with another elite Calonian warrior. She was holding her ground—but just barely.

"I need her to win—now."

Aamir extended his arm, and with a flash of power, his Beastlord’s Domain flared, a ring of ethereal markings expanding outward like a pulse.

[Mark Applied: Meera]

[Status Buffs Granted: Strength +40%, Agility +30%, Reflex +50%, Beast Affinity +70%]

Meera gasped mid-parry, her body suddenly filled with a surge of energy. She looked back, locking eyes with Aamir.

He nodded once. "Do it."

With newfound strength and precision, Meera ducked, rolled, and launched into a furious counterattack. Her opponent couldn’t keep up with the tempo. Her strikes became blurs, and within eight moves, the Calonian elite dropped to the ground, unconscious and broken.

[System Notification: One of your Marked Ones has defeated a Calonian Elite.]

[Total Defeated: 5/10]

Aamir smirked.

"Well then..."

He clenched his fists, and a surge of Golden-Red energy circled around him, lightning flickering along his veins like serpents.

"Activate Chimera."

[System Notification: Chimera Activated]

A storm burst from his body.

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