The Climax (1)
The Thunder Wolf moved like a storm-given form.
Fangs, claws, tail, lightning—every part of its body became a weapon.
Each thunderous swipe ripped through the battlefield, splitting the ground like paper.
Each bite carried enough force to crush mountains.
BOOM!
A claw descended.
Alex dodged. Barely.
The following shockwave sent him skidding back, feet digging deep into the ruined earth.
The moment he stabilized—
CRACK!
A lightning-charged tail shot at him from the side, blurring through the air like a guillotine.
Alex twisted his body, narrowly avoiding it—
Only for the wolf to lunge forward.
Its massive maw opened, revealing razor-like fangs crackling with black lightning.
It snapped down.
Too close.
Alex's muscles coiled—
Then—
"Thunder Contro Katana form: Second Art."
His voice was calm.
Unshaken.
Then, his blade vanished.
A second later—
Hundreds of lightning slashes appeared.
Each one hovered mid-air, humming with lethal energy.
The sky became a sea of silver and gold.
Then—
"Unlimited Blades."
CRASH!
The moment the Thunder Wolf's fangs were about to close in—
A storm of slash rained down.
Each slash moved at impossible speeds, striking from multiple angles at once.
The wolf roared in pain, its charge disrupted as countless blades slashed and sank into its body, cutting through fur and flesh.
Each strike carried Alex's will.
Each slash carried his authority.
The wolf staggered.
Lightning surged across its massive form, trying to burn the slashes away, but—
More appeared.
More struck.
Like a ceaseless storm, the onslaught continued.
For the first time—
The Thunder Wolf felt it.
A sensation it had not known for decades.
Overwhelming suppression.
It tried to move, but the slashes cut into it.
It tried to counterattack, but Alex's form weaved through the storm like a ghost.
It was—
Being cornered.
The Wolf's golden eyes burned with fury.
No.
No.
NO.
It would not—
It could not accept this.
This human—this lesser being—
It was just a Grandmaster.
A rank below.
How dare he force it into such a state?
The Thunder Wolf's **pride as a legend-rank being—**as the apex of lightning beasts—
I Would not allow this.
It would not end here.
Then—
The storm howled.
And the battle reached its next stage.
….
The battlefield was unrecognizable.
What was once a vast, untouched land had become a scarred ruin.
Hills had crumbled.
Forests had been reduced to ashen shadows of their former selves.
Lightning still danced madly across the sky as if it had been caught in the storm of battle.
But neither combatant had fallen.
The Thunder Wolf, bloodied but unyielding, stood tall, its golden eyes burning with defiance.
Alex, unscathed but breathing heavily, gripped his katana, its blade still humming with power.
For a moment, they stared at one another.
Not as predator and prey.
Not as a legend and grandmaster.
But as two warriors standing at the peak of their power.
Then they moved.
The wolf lunged, its massive form disappearing into a streak of black lightning.
Alex vanished, leaving behind only the faintest crackle of golden sparks.
They collided midair—
BOOM!
The force of their clash shattered the ground beneath them.
The shockwave flattened everything in its path.
Alex twisted midair, bringing his katana in a sharp arc—
The wolf swiped its claws upward, intercepting the strike.
Sparks erupted.
The force sent both of them hurtling back.
Before the dust could settle—
Alex shot forward again, his katana cutting through the storm.
The wolf's jaws parted, a surge of black lightning forming into a sphere.
Alex saw it.
He did not stop.
The orb fired.
A beam of raw destruction tore through the battlefield.
Alex dodged by a hair's breadth.
The attack grazed past him, cutting through the very clouds above.
He was already countering.
His katana blurred—
A crescent of golden lightning slashed through the air.
The wolf barely dodged, but not completely.
A gash appeared across its side, sizzling with golden sparks.
The beast skidded back, its paws digging trenches into the shattered earth.
For the first time—
It panted.
Its body trembled as if beginning to recognize the inevitable.
Alex exhaled slowly.
His gaze was calm.
His grip tightened around the hilt of his blade.
Then, with an air of finality, he spoke.
"You were a good training dummy."
"But everything must come to an end."
The Thunder Wolf's eyes widened.
Something shifted in the atmosphere.
The very air seemed to freeze—
Then—
The storm overhead vanished.
Not dispersed.
Not dispelled.
It simply ceased to exist.
The wolf felt it immediately.
A sudden, suffocating weight—
A force that stripped the very essence of its power.
For the first time in its life, it felt powerless.
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"Domain: Paragon of lightning."
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Alex's voice was quiet—yet it echoed across the silent battlefield.
The world changed.
Lightning crawled across the ground in intricate patterns, forming ancient sigils.
The very sky bent, golden streaks illuminating the heavens.
The Thunder Wolf staggered.
Its black lightning flickered—
Then, it vanished entirely.
Its authority was gone.
Its beast—-zone was also gone.
Alex stood at the center, lightning dancing at his feet like loyal subjects bowing before their king.
His domain had manifested.
The Thunder Wolf…
felt fear for the first time.
And the battle was about to reach its true conclusion.