My Milf System-Chapter 347. Ultimate Form

With the arena finally cleared of civilians, Asher no longer had to pull his punches. The restraint he’d practiced to avoid collateral damage vanished, and the change in his aura was instantaneous.

The same applied to his beast, Rex. Until now, the creature had relied on raw physical prowess alone; with Asher’s permission to cut loose, it was finally time to unleash its innate lethality.

The tide of the battle had turned. It was no longer a fight; it was an execution.

Rex swiped at the empty air, manifesting Shadow Claws that tore through the distance to shred his target.

Genzai’s skill-less beast never stood a chance. It was butchered before it could even close the gap. Within seconds, deep, jagged furrows lined its chest, and the beast slumped as its lifeblood pooled on the stones.

To finish the job, Rex dropped to all fours like a demon hound he was, vaulted into the air, and decapitated the creature in a single, fluid attack. It’s ugly head hit the dirt with a sickening thud. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

With his job done, Rex vanished into his master’s shadow.

Meanwhile, Asher was systematically dismantling Genzai. He flicked ten scalpels from his item box, imbuing them with his golden aura of pure energy. Using wind magic to keep them aloft, his Scalpel Master title activated, allowing him to move the blades with terrifying precision.

He hurled the first at blinding speed. As Genzai raised a desperate barrier, Asher launched four more at seemingly random angles.

Genzai sneered, thinking the boy had missed, only for the blades to collide mid-air above him. They ricocheted with mathematical perfection, plunging into the blind spots of Genzai’s back and shattering the integrity of his mechanical suit.

"You bastard... I’ll kill you!" Genzai roared, his suit’s lasers tracking Asher’s flight.

"This again?" Asher muttered, his tone bored. "I’ve memorized your patterns, Genzai. Your lasers don’t scare me anymore."

Asher whistled, weaving through the air with his scalpels trailing behind him like a metallic cloak. He dodged the beams with inches to spare, returning fire with relentless steel.

"Your suit is tough, I’ll give you that," Asher shouted over the roar of the wind. "Usually, my magic-imbued scalpels can slice through anything. Heck, the first time I tried this, I cut a talking tree clean in half."

Genzai faltered. "What are you mumbling about? A talking tree? Have you lost your marbles, kid?"

Asher suddenly snapped to a halt in mid-air. To Genzai’s horror, he found he couldn’t move either—his legs were fused to the stadium floor by a rapidly climbing frost because Asher had used ice magic to freeze him a little.

"Why is his ice magic this strong?" Genzai panicked, his legs losing all sensation.

He realized too late that the boy hadn’t just been protecting the civilians; he’d been suppressing a monstrous level of power.

"Quick question, old man. Have you really never seen a talking tree?" Asher asked, his curiosity seemingly genuine.

"Huh?? Are you kidding me??"

"I’m serious!" Asher insisted, sounding genuinely offended. "I mean, you’ve lived for thousands of years. You’re practically a fossil. Surely you’ve bumped into a chatty oak or a sarcastic willow at some point?"

"Are you taking this battle seriously or am I having a stroke?!" Genzai bellowed, his face turning a shade of purple that matched his suit’s glowing core.

Asher leaned in closer, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Please! Just tell me! Are there really no talking trees in this world? Because the ones I met back in the Demon Realm had some really strong opinions about my haircut, and I need to know if that’s a local trait or a species thing. Heck, l even met a real life masochistic tree that loved it when l punched it."

Genzai shook his head, looking more exhausted by the conversation than the frostbite. "I have spent eons conquering realms, and I have never once had a conversation with a piece of timber!"

Asher gasped, clutching his chest and looking genuinely heartbroken. "Oh... so it is a Demon Realm exclusive. Man, that place is so much cooler than this one. They have singing mushrooms, and tasty rabbit eyes soup too."

He flashed a bright, sunny smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I should really head back there soon. But first..."

His expression went ice-cold. "I have to take care of the trash."

Before Genzai could process the shift, a wind-guided scalpel punched through the core of his suit.

The glowing light sputtered and died. The mechanical armor began to flake away, pieces of the helmet and chest plate clattering to the frost-covered ground. Asher redoubled the ice, freezing Genzai up to his neck, leaving only his terrified face exposed.

Asher ascended then, rising so high he became a mere speck against the sun. He drew his demon sword, his grip tightening.

"I know you’re still pissed off," Asher whispered to the blade, "so here’s your chance to vent. Let’s use your Ultimate Form."

The sword twitched in excitemen, if it were human, it would’ve jumped up and down as its tendrils lashed out to sink into Asher’s wrists.

"Ouch... take it easy on the blood!"

"The Ultimate Form demands a tithe!" the sword’s deep voice echoed in his mind.

"Yeah, yeah, just don’t suck me dry."

The transformation began. As it drank, the blade swelled in size, its surface shimmering with a white-hot fire that turned the surrounding clouds to ash. It grew larger than a bus, its sheer mass threatening to drag Asher out of the sky. But it wasn’t done.

From the corners of the Shangani Kingdom, citizens looked up to see an artificial sun igniting in the heavens.

"Urgh... you’re getting... too heavy!" Asher grunted, his muscles straining.

"Just hold on, human! I mean....master. I haven’t gone all out in centuries! Let me reach my limit!"

Asher felt his breaking point approaching. "HELLFIRE MANIFESTATION!" he screamed.

Thinking fast, he used the skill to reshape the fires pouring off the blade. He manifested six massive, ethereal wings of flame that sprouted from the sword’s hilt. The wings caught the air, and suddenly, the mountain of steel felt light as a feather.

The demon sword laughed. "Now that’s what I’m talking about!"

Below, the crowd watched in stunned silence.

"A fire sword with wings," Joyce whispered, her eyes wide.

"Ten gold coins," someone shouted from the back. "I bet Genzai doesn’t last five minutes."

"Nice try, Bob. Nobody’s betting against that."

Inside the ice, the entity known as Moriel trembled. He was too drained to abandon Genzai’s body and find a new host. If this strike landed, he would truly perish—and in this age, there weren’t enough believers left to pray him back into existence.

High above, Asher looked down at the arena. "Think this will cause an earthquake?"

The sword smirked. "You can’t kill a fallen god without breaking a few eggs, kid."

Asher didn’t want the whole kingdom destroyed. He cast a massive wind barrier around the arena, reinforcing it with hellfire until it was a shimmering, indestructible dome.

"Let’s do this!"

Asher raised the colossal weapon. Its tip vanished into the highest strata of the atmosphere before he brought it down with the weight of a falling star.

The heat was so intense that Genzai’s ice shackles evaporated before the blade was even halfway down. The remaining scraps of his suit melted off his body, leaving him exposed and screaming.

"You stupid BASTAR—"

The earth shattered before the sword even touched it.

BOOOOOOOOOOM

The impact didn’t just obliterate Genzai; it unmade the center of the arena. The ground spider-webbed, and Asher’s barrier groaned under the pressure of containing the shockwave. The force was driven entirely downward, carving a massive, bottomless shaft into the crust of the earth.

A second later, a violent geyser of subterranean water erupted from the hole, spraying hundreds of feet into the air.

As the sword shrank back to its original size, Asher felt the world go gray. The Ultimate Form had drained him to the marrow. He didn’t even have the strength to trigger his Regeneration skill.

He began to plummet, following his sword that had fallen off his hand down into the dark mist of the new abyss.

Just as he was about to vanish into the depths, a firm hand caught his wrist.

To be continued...