Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 70

The air still trembled from the impact of Evan’s colossal punch. Dust spiraled into the sky. Stones cracked beneath his feet as he stood there, shoulders heaving, his arm lowered after delivering the most powerful strike of his life.

But something didn’t feel right, there was no scream. No crash of a broken body.

Only silence, And in that silence... something moved.

A whisper in the wind, before Evan could even draw his next breath, a sharp presence appeared behind him—quiet, cold, and far too close.

Like a ghost stepping out of the shadows, Jake reappeared.

Unharmed, But not just unharmed—transformed.

His eyes were glowing now, glowing with something far more ancient and far more dangerous. His veins pulsed with silver light, and his aura had twisted into something monstrous.

Jake wasn’t the same man anymore.

He had sacrificed himself... to the Titan Whale.

An ancient force of destruction, the Titan Whale was a forbidden entity—one whose power was said to twist the very nature of those who called on it. And Jake... had embraced it.

The raw strength surging through his body now wasn’t human. It was something other. Something eldritch.

Evan barely had a second to comprehend it.

Jake raised his fist, thick with dark mana, glowing like molten stone.

And then—he struck.

He brought it down with the force of a falling star, his entire arm a blur of shadow and magic, aimed directly at Evan’s spine.

But just before the blow could connect—

WHAM! 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

A blur of orange light shot across the field and slammed into Evan, sending him flying out of the way.

Jonathan.

He appeared at the last possible moment, pushing Evan aside with every ounce of strength he had.

And then—he took the full impact himself.

BOOOOOOM!

The world shook.

The ground beneath them cracked like glass under a hammer. The sound of the impact shattered the silence, a thunderclap so fierce that it echoed for miles.

Several buildings collapsed instantly.

Windows burst from their frames. Walls crumbled. Smoke billowed into the sky.

The once-mighty Baytorn Military Base—an elite stronghold of steel, structure, and legacy—was now reduced to a demolition ground, a broken field of ruin and rubble.

Jonathan’s body was thrown, vanishing into a cloud of dust and debris, swallowed by the destruction.

And as the chaos settled, Captain Jake stood at the center—his eyes burning, chest rising slowly—as the cursed power of the Titan Whale pulsed through him like a living storm.

Captain Jake stood still, his body glowing faintly from the remnants of the Titan Whale’s energy. His face remained unreadable—a perfect poker expression—but deep within his gaze was the acknowledgment of one thing:

He missed.

He hadn’t landed the blow on Evan. He had struck Jonathan instead.

For a moment, he didn’t care. His expression didn’t shift, not much. In fact, a faint, amused smile curled at the edge of his lips.

It didn’t matter, he thought.

The force of that hit wasn’t something any ordinary man could survive. Enhanced with the power of the Titan Whale, the attack should’ve broken bones, severed nerves, and knocked Jonathan clean out of existence. At the very least, the boy should’ve been unconscious... or worse.

"He’s probably paralyzed," Jake muttered under his breath. "There’s no way he’s getting up from that."

But then—movement.

The dust slowly parted like a curtain. A figure began to rise from the debris. At first it was only a shadow—shaky, faint—but then it stepped fully into view.

Jonathan.

Blood trickled down his face from a cut above his brow, and his lip was torn, but his eyes were burning with fire. His uniform was ripped at the shoulders and across his chest, the fabric clinging to his body, stained with ash and sweat. But what mattered most was that he was still standing.

He was alive.

He was conscious.

And he wasn’t backing down.

Jake’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Impossible...

How could a junior soldier survive that? That wasn’t just a physical blow—it was the embodiment of an ancient, forbidden power. Yet this soldier... this Jonathan... was not only alive, but climbing to his feet with resolve in his eyes.

Jake’s muscles twitched.

Fine. If the first strike didn’t finish him, then the next one would.

He stepped forward, ready to slam Jonathan into the ground once and for all.

But before his foot could even land—

Vwooosh!

Jonathan vanished.

Gone in a blur of motion, like a light blinking out of existence.

Jake’s eyes widened just slightly—barely a breath of surprise—but enough to mark the moment.

"Vanishing Step: Elite Plus," Jake muttered, recognizing the skill instantly.

It wasn’t just speed—it was precision teleportation, used only by those who had reached an advanced threshold of footwork mastery. To see it used at this level? By someone who had just taken a hit like that? Jake snapped his head to the side.

And there he was, Jonathan had reappeared, right beside Evan—shoulders bruised, blood running down his face, but posture solid, breathing steady.

A wall, a protector, Unbroken.

Captain Evan was crouched low, his palm pressed against the shattered ground, his breath shallow and uneven. Every inhale burned through his lungs, and sweat clung to his brow as the weight of the last few minutes began to settle on him.

His body ached. His mind was still trying to catch up. He had taken too many hits, poured too much energy into that ultimate punch. And just when he thought he was done—ready to be crushed by Jake’s retaliatory blow—Jonathan had stepped in and taken the hit for him.

And now... he was standing right beside him again.

Evan lifted his head and looked at the younger man, barely older than a fresh recruit, but holding himself like a battle-hardened warrior. Blood trickled down Jonathan’s face, but his stance never wavered. He was calm, alert—ready.

Evan straightened himself, forcing his breathing to slow, and then gave a soft nod.

"...Thank you," he said, his voice low, but clear. "You saved me. Risked your life for a captain you barely even know."

Jonathan didn’t look at him at first. His eyes were still scanning the terrain, watching, thinking. But his voice was steady when he finally responded.

"Don’t worry about that," Jonathan replied. "The real problem is Jake... our focus is on taking him down."

Evan nodded again. They both knew—this wasn’t over. Not even close.

Jonathan’s mind was already racing, trying to calculate the next move, when suddenly—

Jake reappeared.

Like a shadow born from fire and fury, Captain Jake materialized in front of them with explosive force. His aura twisted with silver-black energy, and his face was drawn in sharp lines of rage.

He didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, fists already surging with mana.

But Jonathan was ready.

"Not now," he muttered, and just as Jake’s fist came down—

Vanishing Step.

In a blink, both Jonathan and Evan disappeared from sight, leaving behind only a crack in the earth where they had once stood.

Jake’s punch collided with the empty space, causing the ground to shatter beneath him. Dust and chunks of rock flew in every direction, but his targets were gone.

Across Baytorn—on the opposite side of the base—Jonathan and Evan reappeared, landing atop the remains of a fallen watchtower.

Jonathan released Evan’s arm gently and exhaled.

Evan stood, now balanced, more in control.

But far behind them, they could hear Jake’s voice tearing through the broken base.

"Cowards!" Jake bellowed. "Is this how you fight me? Running like rats?! Face me!!"

The fury in his tone could shatter glass.

But Jonathan and Evan... didn’t flinch.

They didn’t speak, they didn’t even acknowledge his words.

They simply turned and looked at Jake from afar—calm, composed, and deadly serious.

Evan’s gaze remained locked on Jake in the distance, but his shoulders slumped slightly, and his breathing remained unsteady. He wiped the blood from his lip and turned to Jonathan, his voice quieter now—more grounded, more real.

"What do we do now?" he asked, almost in a whisper. "I’m... nearly out of energy."

Jonathan didn’t respond right away. His eyes scanned the battlefield—the ruins of Baytorn, the bodies, the debris, the broken towers and craters carved into the once-great military base.

Then he looked to the side—where Ezra lay unconscious near the edge of a collapsed bunker, his body bruised and scorched, but still breathing.

"He’ll be okay," Jonathan said softly, as if reading Evan’s mind. "Ezra just needs healing. He’s tough. He’ll make it."

Evan followed Jonathan’s eyes and nodded slowly. His expression softened with a small flicker of relief. "Good..."

But the moment was short-lived.

They both turned their focus back to Captain Jake, who now stood at the center of the chaos, eyes burning, energy twisting around him like a storm caged in human flesh.

He was angry. He was focused. And worst of all—he was still gaining strength from the Titan Whale pact.

Jonathan clenched his fists. His own energy was flickering—fading, but not gone. There was still fire in him. Still enough for one more move.

"I’ve got some energy left," Jonathan said firmly. "Not enough to take him out. Not cleanly. But enough to create a gap—an opening."