Chapter 62 - Two Tier 1 Bosses
"Arterial Circulation Realm… I've achieved a breakthrough."
Malik's eyes snapped open the moment he regained his footing. But before he could even admire his progress, a warhammer came smashing down from above.
Yet this time—he wasn't the same.
His speed had evolved. No, everything about him—his speed, strength, and defense—had undergone a qualitative transformation. Malik blurred out of the way with ease, dodging the crushing blow that shattered the earth beneath, then propelled himself high into the air, spinning mid-air as his fist slammed down toward Kyrogh's blind spot.
Iron Fist!
BOOM!
His fist smashed into Kyrogh's back, sending a shockwave that cracked the ground. A damage figure floated above the Truceholder's head:
-5000
Kyrogh snarled, spinning around with a speed that caught even Malik off-guard. The warhammer whooshed through the air like a reaper's scythe—but Malik had already activated the passive ability of his Feral Boots, phasing past the deadly arc by a hair's breadth. And just as he landed, he retaliated with an ultimate strike of his own.
Fist met hammer. Kick met stone. Shadow met brute force.
A brutal flurry of blows followed, a chaotic ballet of destruction. Malik unleashed a savage combination—Infernal Rending Strike, Iron Fist, Iron Fang Kick—flowing like water, yet striking like lightning. Kyrogh reeled back repeatedly, stunned by the sheer barrage.
Even after his passive wore off, Malik switched stances on the fly—Iron Mountain Stance!—digging into the ground to reduce the impact of every counterattack.
His HP was barely hanging at 60%, but Kyrogh's had already been chipped down to the 40% threshold.
Still, Malik didn't relax. He didn't gloat.
Because he knew—this bastard wasn't done yet. Not even close.
And he was right.
Just as Kyrogh's HP hit the 40% mark, his entire body erupted in a wild pulse of green energy. The warhammer in his grip began to hum violently, resonating like a bell of war. Then came the transformation—his eyes flared emerald, and with a guttural roar, laser beams exploded from his pupils.
Malik's instincts screamed at him.
Agility Boost!
Iron Mountain Stance!
Stealth!
Everything he had left—he used.
The beams tore across the battlefield like serpent-like rays of death. One grazed his shoulder, and just that scratch ripped away 10% of his HP.
Shit.
If even one of those had landed properly… he'd be dead by now.
Malik didn't wait. In stealth, he darted behind Kyrogh, channeling every last ounce of energy into a single, explosive strike.
The Truceholder sensed something and turned—but it was too late.
Infernal Rending Strike!
CRACK! CRASH!
The full brunt of Malik's attack landed flush, sending Kyrogh tumbling like a ragdoll. His HP dropped immediately by another 10%, leaving him at a critical 20%.
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SE: 500/10000
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Malik stumbled forward, panting. His spiritual energy was scraping the bottom of the barrel. He didn't dare charge again.
From the rubble, Kyrogh rose slowly. But this time, he wasn't laughing maniacally. He was grinning.
"To think you'd push me this far... You're truly something, Adventurer," Kyrogh said, his voice layered with both amusement and rage. "And for that, I'll show you something no one has ever seen."
A tremor passed through the air.
Malik's eyes widened in disbelief as the green energy pulsing from Kyrogh's body began to twist, coil, and materialize beside him—forming another Kyrogh.
A duplicate. A clone. A perfect nightmare.
Two Tier 1 bosses.
Both with 40,000 HP.
Each over 12 meters tall, and wielding warhammers the size of tree trunks.
"What's your name, Adventurer?" one Kyrogh asked, voice overlapping with the other.
"And why should I tell you?" Malik spat, backing away.
"You're the first person to see the both of us… so naturally, we want to remember the name of the first to die by both our hands."
Malik scoffed, eyes narrowing. "You're just half your original strength now. That's all I see—two halves. Not a threat."
The twins cackled, their hammerheads glowing with green light.
"Oh, you fool. Ever heard the line—two heads are better than one?"
Before he could blink, two lines of green energy streaked toward Malik. He slipped into Stealth, weaving through the deadly trails, dashing toward them once more.
But they were ready this time.
"Foolish Adventurer! I can see through your trick!" both Kyroghs shouted in unison.
They lunged as one, warhammers swinging out wide.
Malik couldn't dodge in time.
BANG!
The impact cracked the air—and Malik was sent flying, blood spraying midair.
-15000
The pain was unbearable. He hit the ground like a meteor, groaning as his ribs screamed in agony.
"Time to witness our ultimate attack!"
The twins leapt high into the sky—and then, in midair, they slammed their warhammers against each other.
BOOOOOOM!
A shockwave rocked the battlefield. Where the two hammers collided, a glowing green sword of pure energy formed—humming with destructive power.
That same sword launched downward like divine judgment.
Malik, still crawling to his feet, saw it coming.
Infernal Rending Strike!
Iron Mountain Stance!
He launched both attacks simultaneously, black flames of chaos clashing with the descending energy blade. But his spiritual energy was too low. His counterstrike weakened halfway, and the green sword didn't stop—it pierced straight through Malik's abdomen.
PSSH!
The force pinned him into the ground, the sword bursting out of his back as his HP plummeted.
Blood poured from his mouth as he gasped in pain.
"That was our ultimate skill—Rending Sword Strike," the two Kyroghs said in unison, descending beside him, their warhammers aimed at his broken body.
"You did well, young Adventurer. But in the end… it still ends the same."
They raised their hammers high, ready to deliver the final blow.
"Any last tricks?" one of them sneered.
Malik's lips curled into a grin, his teeth stained red.
"Yeah. One."
He dug into his storage ring—and pulled out two silver monster cores.
Without hesitation, he shoved them both into his mouth, swallowing them whole.
"TRICKY BASTARD!"
The twins roared in fury, their hammers smashing downward—but Malik activated Stealth and the passive of his Feral Boots in one fluid burst.
He vanished, leaving only a shockwave behind.
The hammers crashed into the earth, missing him by inches.
"FIND HIM!" one Kyrogh screamed. "FIND THAT BASTARD!"
The battlefield trembled again.
Malik wasn't dead yet.
And he still had more left to show.