I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 119: Dharam Vs Zorwath— The Battle Begins

"Now, if you all want—come together."

Zorwath’s voice rang across the battlefield, low and cold, like a bell tolling doom.

A shiver ran through every soldier’s spine.

Shinroku spat blood onto the ground, eyes narrowing.

"You bastard... you think you’re playing with children?" he murmured, his body swaying from wounds already taken.

The other generals looked at each other—torn, wounded, and exhausted—but unwilling to retreat.

Yet before anyone else could move—

Dharam stepped forward.

"I’ll handle him," he said firmly, voice steady as iron.

"He’s too arrogant."

Haider Ali’s voice cut through the tension.

"But we should fight together!"

Dharam glanced back, eyes calm.

"Don’t worry. I won’t let him kill me."

"But I have to show him... he is no god."

Behind the front line, Aamir stood among the watching soldiers, heart pounding as he watched the lone figure of Dharam stride forward.

"Isn’t Dharam just the master of the Cultivation Hall at Nalanda?" Aamir asked quietly, confusion in his voice.

One of the older soldiers standing beside him nodded solemnly.

"Oh yeah... but that doesn’t mean he’s weak."

"You know his last name?"

"I don’t," Aamir replied.

"His last name is Bhardawaj," the soldier whispered.

"He is the younger brother of the family head. And stronger than him."

"He gave up leadership of his family just to live freely, as Nalanda’s Master of Cultivation Hall."

The soldier’s eyes gleamed with reverence.

"And truth be told... he’s considered as strong as King Veerendra—if not stronger."

Aamir’s eyes widened.

"Such strength... and he hides it so well..."

Beside Aamir, General Riya watched silently, her lips pressed tight.

"Master Dharam... is this why you always told me to cultivate patience and not pride?" she thought. "You bear such power, and yet no arrogance... I pray you survive this."

On the battlefield—Dharam stood alone.

Across from him—Zorwath tilted his head, a cold smile curling his lips.

"Only one person?" he mocked.

"Then I’ll show you why you should attack me all together."

Dharam stepped forward, his voice resolute.

"Good. Then I’ll show you all the best moves I’ve got."

"It’s been years since I fought someone worth unleashing my full strength on."

And with that—he moved.

A blur.

Dharam shot forward like lightning, fist slamming toward Zorwath’s chest—

WHAM!

Zorwath crossed his arms, blocking the blow, sliding back across the ground—but smiling.

"I knew you were strong. Why hide it?"

Dharam’s eyes gleamed.

"Because I didn’t want to use my full strength all this time."

Zorwath laughed.

"How foolish. Well then—show me what you’ve got."

A flurry of fists.

Dharam unleashed a barrage—one punch after another, fierce and fast.

Zorwath dodged with inhuman grace, each motion effortless.

A kick followed—blocked.

A spinning elbow—deflected.

But Zorwath’s eyes gleamed with growing amusement.

"Interesting. The more you fight... the stronger you get."

"Very nice... very interesting."

Back among the generals, Haider Ali’s fists clenched.

"He’s pushing Zorwath back... incredible. But for how long can he maintain that?"

Shinroku, his body trembling, wiped the blood from his mouth.

"This is beyond even our combined strength... Just what level is Dharam truly at?"

Aamir whispered under his breath, heart racing.

"Master Dharam... please be careful..."

Kunal stood at the edge of the battlefield, eyes narrowed, observing Dharam’s movements closely.

"Strange... his fighting style... it resembles..."

He leaned toward Seenu and whispered:

"His fighting style resembles Asurakriya—the ancient technique of demons."

Seenu blinked.

"Asurakriya?"

"Yes," Kunal said softly, eyes still tracking Dharam’s shifting aura.

"In that technique, the user’s strength grows with each attack. The more he fights, the more terrifying he becomes."

Kunal clenched his fists.

"If he’s truly using Asurakriya principles alongside human cultivation... then no wonder he’s matching Zorwath."

Among the crowd, Aamir whispered, trembling:

"Master Dharam... is this... truly the path of the gods?"

Haider Ali’s heart thudded in his chest.

"Fight well, my friend. Fight well."

Shinroku’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his sword.

"If he falls... we are all doomed."

Raj watched in silence, sweat beading on his brow.

He exhaled slowly and whispered to the soldier beside him:

"I hope Master Dharam will win... because I’ve felt that man’s aura firsthand."

The soldier looked at him.

"Zorwath?"

"Yes," Raj said grimly.

"He is not human."

"I saw his energy— it was immeasurable."

"And even if I used my pressure points technique on him... it wouldn’t work."

"His body doesn’t flow like a human’s anymore. There’s something... beyond in him."

"Only someone like Master Dharam can stand against that."

Suddenly—Zorwath raised his fist.

Dark energy swirled around it—dense and cold.

"Now, stop this," he said calmly.

Dharam narrowed his eyes.

"What is this? Are you a mage?"

Zorwath smirked.

"Does that fascinate you?"

"But no mage is this physically strong," Dharam said warily.

Zorwath’s smile deepened.

"Yes... because they are human. I am not."

"Then what are you?" Dharam demanded.

"A god," Zorwath replied coldly.

Dharam scoffed.

"Oh really? We’ll see about that."

Zorwath’s punch came—a blur of darkness.

Dharam barely dodged—

BOOOOOOM!

The ground behind him vanished—a crater torn open, bodies erased.

Blood sprayed across the earth where soldiers once stood.

Gasps echoed across the battlefield.

Riya covered her mouth in horror.

"So many... gone in an instant..."

Aamir’s heart sank.

"This monster... he must be stopped."

Dharam’s eyes darkened.

"You monster... how can you take life so easily?"

Zorwath shrugged.

"A noble sacrifice. For a better world."

"No," Dharam growled.

"This is madness. And I will stop you—here and now."

"I didn’t want to use that technique... but now I have no choice."

Haider Ali’s voice rang out.

"Dharam, no! Your body can’t handle that!"

Dharam smiled faintly.

"Didn’t I tell you?"

"I won’t die yet."

"So don’t worry."

Zorwath laughed.

"Oh? More fun for me then?"

Dharam’s eyes burned.

"No. This is no game."

He closed his eyes.

Breath slowed.

Heartbeat controlled.

Normal adrenaline flow—sealed.

Then—his right foot moved forward.

CRAAACK!

The ground beneath him split, veins of energy seeping upward.

Zorwath’s eyes widened slightly.

"Hoh... his strength... it just doubled..."

Back among the soldiers, whispers spread like wildfire.

"He’s using... the legendary technique?"

"But his body won’t withstand it!"

"I’ve heard of this... the Seven Steps..."

Zorwath leapt forward, fist glowing with dark magic—another devastating blow.

But—

Dharam’s eyes remained closed.

He caught the punch—redirected it upward—

BOOOOOOOM!

A pillar of dark energy shot into the sky, missing Dharam entirely.

Zorwath landed, smirking.

"So... this is your trump card?"

Dharam’s voice echoed softly, calm but resolute.

"You will see... this is only the beginning."

"The First Step has begun."

As Dharam moved into the stance for the Seven Steps of Transcendence, a ripple of unseen energy spread across the field.

Aamir frowned.

"What is he using?" he asked aloud, eyes scanning the data windows of his system.

"My system... it isn’t recognizing it." He said that slowly so no one can hear him.

King Veerendra, standing nearby, watched with solemn eyes.

He spoke softly—but his voice carried across the stunned soldiers:

"That is the Seven Steps of Transcendence."

"A technique passed down by the previous leader of the Bhardawaj family."

"He was the first to master it."

Aamir turned toward him.

"Then... how can Dharam use it?"

Veerendra’s gaze sharpened.

"Because Dharam is the last person allowed to use this technique." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"Even the previous leader’s own students are forbidden from using it while the former master lives."

"It is a technique that demands absolute mastery... or it will tear the user apart."

"Watch closely. You may never see it used again."

Haider Ali’s gaze sharpened as Dharam’s first step cracked the ground. "He’s using it... the forbidden technique." His fists clenched. "Dharam... why go this far? You know your body will tear apart if this drags on." He forced down the urge to intervene. He knew better—no words could stop Dharam now. The battlefield was no longer a clash of mortals.

"Zorwath... you called yourself a god." Haider’s eyes burned. "Now face the legacy of a true human lineage—a warrior whose will surpasses bloodlines and fate." Silently, he prayed: Hold on, Dharam. Win. And survive.

A hushed fear swept the ranks as Dharam’s aura expanded. Soldiers clutched their weapons tighter.

"This... this is beyond cultivation," one whispered. "Are we even witnessing a human battle anymore?"

Meera stood frozen, heart racing. The Seven Steps of Transcendence—she had only read legends about it. "Such grace... such unbearable pressure... I can’t even breathe." But beneath her awe stirred fierce pride. "This is what it means to be human. To stand tall even against a god." Her gaze locked on Dharam’s steady form. "Master Dharam... show us that no being is above our spirit."

Kiyoshi watched silently, eyes half-lidded, blade resting on his shoulder. "Hm... so humans have grown this strong too."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Good. They’ll need warriors like him. The threat they face now... and the ones still lurking beyond this battle..." His gaze lingered on Dharam’s advancing steps, the ground trembling beneath them.

"If he survives this... he’ll save me a lot of trouble." He exhaled slowly. "I had wondered if I would need to intervene soon. Perhaps not just yet. I’ll watch. Learn. And see if this world still holds worthy defenders."

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