Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class Chapter 641: Intense Battle

The first impact of the monster did not sound like a collision.

It sounded like the mountain breaking.

A Tier-100 creature brought its limb down, and the entire plateau beneath it collapsed inward, stone folding and splintering in concentric waves. The air rippled outward, pressure crashing into everything nearby with enough force to flatten lesser fighters instantly.

The Regalons did not scatter.

They adjusted.

Rudra stepped into the collapse.

His fist moved forward, but the motion did not travel like a strike. The space in front of him fractured again, but this ti the cracks were deeper, layered, resonating with sothing new. From those fractures, the purple tendrils did not lash wildly. They spiraled, coiling around the descending limb, binding and tearing at the sa ti.

The creature’s arm did not break.

It unraveled.

Sections of it peeled apart as if the structure holding it together had been removed. The limb twisted unnaturally, its mass collapsing inward under its own weight.

Aryan moved in the opening.

His thrust did not send a single trajectory forward anymore. Multiple lines converged from different angles, striking the sa point at slightly different monts. The result was not a clean pierce.

It was accumulation.

The creature’s core destabilized.

Maya’s frost spread at that exact mont, locking the destabilized section in place. The surface of the creature crystallized in sharp geotric patterns, freezing not the whole body, but the exact point of collapse.

Rexion’s fla followed.

But the fla was different now.

It split mid-flight into branching strands that wrapped around the frozen core, drilling inward and burning outward simultaneously. The creature convulsed as the fla consud it from the inside.

It collapsed.

The ground beneath it followed.

A second creature surged up imdiately.

It did not attack with brute force.

Its body distorted, splitting into layered afterimages that overlapped in motion. It struck from three directions at once.

Marcus stepped forward.

The space around him shifted.

The three strikes bent.

Not blocked.

Bent.

Their trajectories curved slightly, enough to miss the center of the formation and collide with each other instead. The impact detonated between the creature’s own layered forms, destabilizing its motion.

Silvester moved.

His blades cut once.

Then again.

Then again.

But the cuts did not land where the blade passed.

They landed where the afterimages would converge.

When the creature’s motion resolved, the cuts were already there.

Its body split into multiple sections that did not align anymore.

Hiroshi stepped forward and ended it with a single line.

The battlefield did not slow.

Around them, other teams were breaking.

One group was caught between two Tier-100 creatures. The first crushed half their formation. The second swept through the survivors before they could regroup. No resurrection.

Gone.

Another team tried to retreat upward.

A creature rose beneath them and swallowed them whole.

No trace.

"Keep moving," Alfred said.

They advanced.

The path toward the peak was not clear. It was carved.

Each step forward required killing sothing that could erase them in a single mistake.

Pymon rose higher.

Lightning gathered again, but this ti it condensed into multiple layered arcs that rotated around him like a halo. When he released them, they did not spread outward randomly. They dropped in controlled sequences, each strike landing in a precise pattern across the battlefield.

The lightning did not just damage.

It marked.

Every target struck carried a faint lingering charge.

Rudra saw it.

He moved through those marked zones, his pulses detonating harder, deeper, interacting with the residual charge. Each strike triggered secondary ruptures, amplifying his destruction.

Natalia adjusted to that rhythm.

Her weapons fired into those marked zones, each explosion chaining into the next with greater intensity. The battlefield began to fold into controlled areas of devastation, where stepping into the wrong space ant imdiate death.

Kayla’s plant spirits rose through those zones, larger than before, their forms reinforced, their movents slower but absolute. They did not lash randomly. They waited, then struck exactly when sothing tried to escape.

Saffa layered spells over those areas, locking movent just long enough.

Clovelle entered those locked monts and ended them.

Fraisea followed with detonations that ensured nothing remained.

The mountain began to tilt.

Not physically.

In control.

Another team crossed into their path.

They did not hesitate.

A massive blade descended toward Rudra.

Chronavael stepped forward.

Ti did not stop.

It shifted.

The blade slowed, but not entirely. Just enough.

Rudra stepped slightly to the side.

The blade missed.

His fist connected with the attacker’s chest.

The pulse detonated.

The attacker’s body collapsed inward, but before it fully broke—

A sigil ignited.

He began to reform.

"Resurrector," Aryan said.

Silvester and Hiroshi moved together.

Their blades crossed.

The resurrector split before the process completed.

No return.

The rest of the team reacted violently.

One unleashed a field of rotating constructs that filled the area. Another attempted to collapse the terrain beneath them.

Rexion moved.

His fla expanded outward, but it did not burn indiscriminately. It flowed along the constructs, consuming their energy and converting it into fuel. The constructs collapsed into the fla.

Chronavael slowed the terrain collapse.

Marcus reshaped the ground.

The enemy’s control broke.

They fell quickly after that.

But not without cost.

A Tier-100 creature descended into the middle of the fight.

Its body struck the ground with enough force to send everyone airborne.

One of the Regalons was caught in the impact.

In a mont, Marcus died.

Rexion’s fla spiraled again and swiftly reconstructed him.

Chronavael layered ti over it, ensuring the revival completed before the next strike landed.

The formation held.

Barely.

They pushed forward.

The peak was visible now.

Not close.

But visible.

And between them and it—

More Tier-100 creatures.

And the remaining teams.

The battlefield had condensed.

No more distance.

No more separation.

Everything collided in the sa space.

A creature lunged.

A team intercepted.

The Regalons struck through both.

Blades, frost, fla, lightning, pulses, trajectories, all of it layered, overlapping, interacting in ways that no longer looked like separate abilities.

It looked like one system.

One flow.

Enemies fell.

Revived.

Died again.

So escaped.

Most didn’t.

The number of teams shrank.

Seven.

Six.

Four.

The climb continued.

Blood covered the stone.

The air burned with residual energy.

The peak lood closer.

And the Tier-100 monsters were getting faster.