Shoujo Hater-Chapter 66 - 61: The Breaking Point

Oooooof…….hooooooo……fff!

Lin's body started showing heat as he managed to imitate the instinct Noctarine.

Without any movement, his leg was instantly next to Isphyrlya's face, sending her five meters rolling through the air.

As she tried to raise her hand to counter him,

Lin was already at her height.

Catching her hand and without letting her do anything, he shook it with a powerful wave that broke her shoulder. Then, with his right leg, he sent her crashing to the ground with a boom.

As she tried to stand,

Lin fell to the ground and pressed his leg into it as his nose and mouth started bleeding.

He launched at her with massive speed, delivering a heavy punch to her stomach, making blood spill from her mouth, but she stabilized herself. Without stopping, both of them smashed their heads into each other's skulls.

Making them scream in pain at the same time.

Lin endured the pain, then took a karate stance, his hands resting near the center of his stomach. A massive amount of energy began gathering in his hands as they started growing under his maniac energy.

He launched many punches, pushing his body beyond its limits as blood poured even more from his mouth and nose.

Lin took a long breath, stood on his hands, and with a spin began crashing Isphyrlya's face with endless kicks. He then tensed his body, taking a marathon ripening pose, and launched a devastating strike into her upper body.

Sending her twenty meters away.

Isphyrlya pressed her leg into the ground and launched a counterattack, charging at him at high speed, her single hand filled with killing intent.

Lin rotated both hands and shifted his body to the right. He had already managed to avoid her attack.

With a swift strike to her body, she coughed blood, then he followed with a spinning kick that sent her crashing away.

Then he unleashed a barrage of punches.

As Isphyrlya was struck from every direction, blue bruises spread across her body. She managed to remain standing through the pain. As Lin's vision blurred, he raised two fingers and delivered a two inch punch to Isphyrlya's right heart. A snowy crash erupted inside her body, several bones breaking as she was sent crashing into the mountainside.

Lin thought he had stopped her.

But a shadow began rising from the snow, giving him the opposite answer.

Isphyrlya had not died yet. She stood.

She raised her hand and fired a long snowy blast into Lin's stomach at terrifying speed, not giving him time to react as it hurled him backward into massive trees.

She pressed her leg into the ground and jumped at him with incredible speed.

"You see, you black rat."

"We dragons are the elitist bloodline."

"We stand above all creatures."

She grabbed his hair and, with overwhelming power, threw him through the air, then leapt upward and smashed him into the ground with a brutal impact.

Making him cough black blood.

Lin forced his endurance and stood, bearing everything.

Damn, imitating this state is too painful.

Ahhhhhhhh!!!

A massive amount of blood poured from Lin's mouth as he remained standing.

His body mechanism took control and canceled the imitation, exhaustion flooding through him.

This time, Lin tried to bury all his physical suffering. Even if he pushed further, his body was already struggling under the pressure.

Isphyrlya descended slowly, her clothes torn, her body bleeding and disheveled.

A twisted, psychotic smile spread across her face as she placed her hand on the ground and summoned seven clones of herself.

She sent two to attack Lin while five surrounded him from the sky.

The two clones rushed him from both sides, but as they were about to catch him,

Lin raised his hands despite the pain. He caught both of them, reversed their mana flow, and redirected them into the cliff as he coughed blood. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Both clones halted midair. Her technique had evolved, granting her better control over them than before.

The two clones jumped back, then shoved Lin from behind, sending him straight toward Isphyrlya.

"Activate," Isphyrlya shouted.

As Lin entered her drawn magic area, his movements slowed as a massive, wavering pressure crushed him from every direction.

The five clones began circling.

The remaining two placed their hands on the snowy ground.

Seven identical figures of Isphyrlya began their final chant with her, using the full power of her blessing.

"Born of snow, forged by ice, I reign supreme. The cold is my will, and frost bends to my command. All who stand against me shall be sealed into an eternal frozen prison, their bodies shattered by endless spikes of judgment. Let the earth freeze you, let the sky pierce you. This battlefield is your grave, and this is the end carved in frost."

Lin tried to move as fast as he could, but the pressure of the circle continued to crush him.

Isphyrlya was preparing her final attack.

A massive snow spike pierced Lin's body.

He rolled to the sides, shattering it.

But the circle regenerated the spikes again and again.

As Lin flipped desperately, part of his true nature began to surface, a pure madness.

A madness fueled by hatred and devouring instincts.

A true madness that belonged to his original self. It was as if he no longer understood what was happening.

Only pain and madness remained.

Snowy spikes continued piercing his body as he destroyed them one by one.

They increased relentlessly as Isphyrlya gave him no chance to counter.

But Lin did not give up. He kept rolling, shattering every spike that formed.

This isn't my end.

I am not dying here.

I didn't survive all of that just to die now.

I am not that pathetic.

As his vision grew blurrier, more spikes pierced his body, yet Lin did not give up.

I am not dying here.

I am not dying here.

I am Lin.

I am Jin.

I am myself.

I am not some wicked slave meant to be crushed by others.

I am not some shitty NPC in your shitty drama.

I am the hatred and madness born from all of you.

I am going to kill you.

A gray, ashen aura began to rise from Lin's body.

At that moment, he began drawing upon a strange power.

A power governed by madness.

Or perhaps a power he had forced emerged from his core, drawn from his inner well.

No one knew what that power truly was.

But one thing was certain.

It was a battle between Lin's madness and his hollowness.

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The Karate Stance: It's a famous stance in traditional karate, often called a power stance or Sanchin stance, designed not for flashy attacks but for endurance, stability, and internal energy control. With feet firmly planted and knees slightly bent, the body maintains a strong, balanced base. The torso stays straight and the core is engaged, allowing energy from the legs and breath to flow into the hands, which are held near the stomach to gather and focus power before unleashing short, devastating strikes.