WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 202: Fighting With Them!

Cloudia was locked in fierce combat with several Peak-Ranked Demonic Soldier Beasts, along with a few Low-Ranked Demonic Elite Beasts.

The little tiger held its ground bravely against Mid- and High-Ranked Demonic Soldier Beasts, clawing through the onslaught with unrelenting spirit.

High above, Xing Min battled fiercely against the Scorch Feather Hawk.

Reon faced off against the bulk of the enemy forces—Peak-Ranked Demonic Beasts, as well as a swarm of Low-Ranked Demonic Soldiers, cutting them down with precision.

Mei Lin, calm and deadly, danced through the battlefield, her dagger flashing with ruthless grace as she took down Mid- and High-Ranked Demonic Beasts.

Together, they fought in perfect sync, cutting down beasts one after another. Even the villagers, with only their bravery and simple weapons, joined in groups and helped push back the beasts.

Everything was going well.

Until... they moved.

The last wave.

Six Mid-Ranked and three High-Ranked Demonic Elite Beasts surged forward like shadows given form.

And along with them came two Peak-Rank Demonic Elite Beasts—the strongest after the Scorch Feather Hawk and the vice leaders of the entire beast tide.

In mere moments, both Cloudia and the little tiger were overwhelmed.

Their bodies were flung backward like ragdolls, blood trailing in the air as they crashed into the ground, heavily injured.

"Cloudia! Little Tiger!" Reon shouted, his eyes wide with fury and fear as he turned.

His heart clenched at the sight of them—struggling, injured.

But then... he turned his gaze forward.

And he... smiled.

’Good... they’re finally making their move.’

’Just a few days ago, I was still wondering how I’d ever find enough strong beasts to meet that thing’s requirements.’

’And then, out of nowhere, they showed up right when we came to fight the Demon Worshippers. What a perfectly timed surprise.’

’I’ve been thinning the ranks just to reach this point... and now, only they remain.’

Reon glanced at the System Panel floating silently before him, its glow steady amidst the chaos.

...

[⚔️ Limited-Time/ Hidden-Recruitment Challenge – Exclusive Item Offer ⚔️]

🔹 Required Destiny Points: 50,000

(Current: 1,300) – Requirement Not Met

🔹 Hunting Objectives:

✔️ Peak-Rank Demonic Beasts – 100/100 ✅

✔️ Low-Rank Demonic Soldier Beasts – 50/50 ✅

✔️ Mid-Rank Demonic Soldier Beasts – 30/30 ✅

✔️ High-Rank Demonic Soldier Beasts – 20/20 ✅

✔️ Peak-Rank Demonic Soldier Beasts – 15/15 ✅

⚠️ Low-Rank Demonic Elite Beasts – 3/10 ❌

⚠️ Mid-Rank Demonic Elite Beasts – 0/5 ❌

⚠️ High-Rank Demonic Elite Beasts – 0/3 ❌

⚠️ Peak-Rank Demonic Elite Beast – 0/1 ❌

🕒 Time Remaining: 2 Days

💥 Complete the hunt. Unlock the power. Claim the reward.

Failure to complete all objectives within the time limit will forfeit the offer.

...

’Good thing the kills by Cloudia and the little tiger count as mine too—thanks to them being my bound companions. Otherwise, meeting that kill quota alone would’ve been nearly impossible.’

’Now, all that remains are the Destiny Points and the Demonic Elite Beasts...’

’Destiny Points? I’ll get them once Senior Sister wipes out those Demon Worshippers.’

’For now, I just need to handle these beasts... once I’m done, that Divine Item will finally be within reach.’

’Without that item... breaking through my current cultivation realm could cause problems later on.’

He exhaled slowly, his gaze sharpening.

’I guess... it’s time. Time to use my Fourth Art.’

Without hesitation, Reon reached into his Inventory and retrieved several corpses—Miu Jiang, along with other powerful bandits he had slain.

Their bodies dropped to the blood-soaked earth, surrounded by crackling energy.

He turned toward Mei Lin, who was still catching her breath nearby.

"Mei Lin!" he called out, his voice calm but urgent. "Get Cloudia, the little tiger, and the villagers out of here—Now. Things are about to get very dangerous."

Mei Lin looked at him, startled.

"W-What about you, Brother Taiyang?!"

"I’ll handle the rest," Reon replied calmly. "I’m going to face those beasts alone."

"But... but they’re too strong!" she protested, her voice trembling. "Let’s leave together. We can regroup—"

Reon turned to her with a confident smirk.

"Don’t worry. Believe in your Senior Brother. Go—now."

For a moment, Mei Lin stared into his eyes—then, to Reon’s surprise, she smirked too.

"...Alright then," she said softly. "But you better come back in one piece."

Without another word, she turned and sprinted toward the others, gathering the villagers and Cloudia and the little tiger to evacuate them from the battlefield.

Reon watched her go, the faintest smile on his lips.

Then his gaze turned forward—cold and razor-sharp.

All the remaining beasts locked their savage gazes onto Reon.

Then, as one, they charged.

Reon stood still, unmoving.

He slowly muttered under his breath, voice low and calm:

"...Fourth Art—Devour All Vitality."

SWOOOOOSH!

In an instant, a wind like death itself swept the battlefield.

The hundreds of corpses strewn across the ground—fallen beasts piled like mountains—began to tremble and crack apart.

Flesh and bone disintegrated into ash and sand, swirling into the air like a dark storm drawn toward a single point.

Toward Reon.

Even the corpses of Miu Jiang and the powerful bandits he had personally slain began to unravel—fading, crumbling into glowing particles.

All of it—absorbed into him.

Reon’s body pulsed with dark, surging energy.

His hair whipped wildly in the wind, and his skin glowed faintly as an immense surge of life force flooded into him.

’For now, this Art only lets me absorb the vitality of those I personally killed... so Cloudia and Little Tiger’s kills won’t count.’

’Also, no matter how much vitality I absorb, the limit remains: I can only temporarily reach a power two major realms higher than my own. But—’

’The more vitality I consume, the longer I can hold that strength.’

WHOOSH!

Within moments, every corpse Reon had personally slain vanished—nothing but dust and wind left behind.

Ding!

A crisp system notification appeared before his eyes:

[The Host has absorbed 15,000 Vitality Stat.]

’Luna,’ Reon called silently, ’what realm does that give me? And how long can I maintain it?’

A soft, melodic voice echoed from deep within him.

[Master, with 15,000 vitality points absorbed, your strength can temporarily rise to the Peak Stage of the Golden Core Realm for a duration of two minutes.]

Reon grinned.

"Two minutes, huh?"

He cracked his knuckles.

"That’s more than enough."

He whispered again:

"...Third Art—Release!"

SWOOOSH!

In an instant, Reon’s Spiritual Qi surged wildly, now blazing like a storming inferno barely contained.

He stepped forward, his presence now overwhelming—even to the Demonic Elite Beasts.

"Let the hunt begin."

And with that, Reon launched himself forward like a thunderbolt—heading straight toward the strongest remaining beasts.

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