Hyper Surge

Colleen and Kingsley shared a wide-eyed look before they shifted their gaze to Blaze, whose veins were bulging through the surface of her reddening skin.

Normally, ordinary people can only access about twenty percent of their physical strength's full capabilities because the brain was protecting the human body from harming itself.

The absurd phenomena could consume all energy the human person had stored in its body in an instant, but it would be able to push the body to do more than what was supposed to be possible in normal circumstances. However, there were setbacks to accessing the Hyper Surge phenomena. It would leave the person in hunger right after, such as an insatiable beast, and in the worst case, kill the user with prolonged usage.

Only those who had trained enough could reach the 30% passing point of their physical strength; of those were elite athletes and practitioners of a specific martial art, who had all trained hard since birth.

Blaze however, had accidentally learned to access such power during a session of rigorous training in the far past, and after some time, she learned to access it at her own will, recalling the powerful sensation each time.

It was an urban legend in their world. The legend of superhuman strength!

Some people would accidentally remove the restraints to the power in the brain upon finding themselves in dire situations to save themselves or others they cherished. But most couldn't access it at will, making Blaze's case extraordinarily special. The natural occurrence that wasn't guaranteed to even happen during such dire situations was devised to be a permanent technique of Blaze's mastery. It seemed so simple, yet so powerful.

By doing so, she had removed the limitation to her latent physical strength to defeat Jarak Lockster, the backstabber.

"Were you aware of this, Colleen?!" Kingsley asked, wide eyes once again fixated on Blaze.

Colleen was the same, her worriedness from before changed into awe. "Absolutely not. I knew she developed an addiction to training but I didn't know she achieved such a feat. Hyper Surge," she marveled. "So this is real…"

The corner of Jarak's lips turned up, taking joy in this daring battle. "Hahaha! What's your name, woman? I shall remember you after I've killed you!" he declared with pretentious pride.

She flashed a thin, wry smile. "Pfft! I said he shouldn't flatter himself," Blaze mumbled under her breath. Then out loud, she boldly and boastfully announced, "It's Blaze Estereon…remember the name of your killer!"

'Estereon? Why does that sound so familiar?' Jarak wondered inside his head.

For the first time in a long, long time, Jarak was feeling pumped up, his excitement was genuine. Who would have thought that he would meet someone who would prove the myth real, and get a chance to fight her while he was at it?

With this exhilarating thought clear in his mind, the strange tattoos reemerged from beneath his skin, spreading through Jarak's right body, his eyes gleaming dangerously at his target.

Blaze's steady gaze collided with Jarak's, fighting fire with fire, the atmosphere so heated and tremendously suffocating that the lingering dragon-slayers were left terrified, cold sweat breaking out across their skin. They were motionless, suspenseful eyes glued on the fight.

Even with Jarak's magical tattoos, Blaze didn't show any sign of cowering. Her technique that unknown to others till now was also worth boasting about compared to his secret enhancement techniques. Both had their own advantages.

In a blink of an eye, Jarak charged forth like an angry predator, his nails suddenly growing until they were weapons themselves. The distance between the two closed in less than a second as he violently swiped at Blaze's body, attempting to wound her with his long, sharp nails. But Blaze was already long gone, his claws stabbing through the empty ground where Blaze stood moments before.

Jarak whirled around, searching for his opponent after his missed attack. 'Where is she?!' He was certain Blaze was just there a second ago, but she vanished from his sight as if she teleported.

A long shadow suddenly fell over his figure, prompting him to look up. But before he could even see Blaze, he was greeted with a foot to his face, a crushing stomp sending his head drilling into the ground, a deep, spiderweb-like crater spreading beneath it.

UAAACCKKK!!!

The dragon-slayers' jaws dropped. Since they were further away, they had a better view of what had happened. They saw what Jarak saw, Blaze teleporting at the very last second to avoid his attack; and they saw what Jarak did not see, Blaze disappearing from his line of sight before ambushing from his blind spot.

The patience and confidence one must have to devise such a counterattack and execute it perfectly in one split second were absolutely astronomical. And Blaze had it all.

With her foot pressing down on Jarak's buried head in the ground, Blaze narrowed her eyes, closely observing the tattoos on Jarak's body. "I have many questions to ask, you f*cking traitor!" she snarled. "But first, where is Winter Ashkin?"

"So, you are from the Lunargard Faction, just like that cold fellow," he snorted. "Isn't it funny? You curse me a traitor, yet you look for another so desperately. Use your head, woman. What do you think happened to him?" Jarak flexed his arms and tried to push himself up from the ground, but Blaze slammed him down even harder, her killing intent sent raging knowing this man knew Winter Ashkin.

"Don't try to resist!" Blaze fumed, and she threatened with a scorching glare. "I'll break your arm if you try anything funny. I'm not kidding. So, answer me… WHERE. IS. WINTER. ASHKIN?"

But Jarak only let out a savage roar of laughter, leaving her exasperated. "You thought you've won already?" he jeered, baring his sharp rows of teeth. "Think again!"

As if on cue, the ground shook, the aggressive earthquake rumbling like a beast of its own.