E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 67: Cool Transformation

Chapter 67

The massive chamber roared with chaos—lightning clashed with flame, and shockwaves from explosions cracked the stone walls as Han and Ifrit fought ferociously against Thunderwrath.

Han weaved in and out of the fray, using clones and his Jungle Arts to keep the battle in his favor. Thunderwrath’s speed was terrifying—nearly untraceable—but against two seasoned fighters like Han and Ifrit, even that wasn’t enough.

"Ifrit—Inferno Rush!"

The fire spirit blazed forward, his flaming scythe slashing at Thunderwrath. The dragon blocked with a snarl, then shot backward in a blur, lightning gathering in his mouth for a devastating beam attack—

But before he could fire, a voice rang out from above:

"Tenth Jungle Art: Falcon Dive—Flame Style!"

A flaming meteor tore through the air. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Han crashed into Thunderwrath with blinding force, sending the lightning spirit careening across the chamber and into his own throne.

Han didn’t wait. The moment he landed, he burst forward again, activating Cheetah Stride – Flame Style. Trails of fire marked his path as he closed the distance.

Thunderwrath rose, dazed, but the sheer size of his dragon form made dodging difficult. Han’s Flame Tiger Punch connected with brutal force.

Boom!

The explosion echoed like thunder.

But Thunderwrath retaliated instantly, hurling multiple spheres of lightning that struck Han point-blank, each one burning through his nerves like fire. Han was thrown backward, body smoking—but he kept his footing.

Above, Thunderwrath hovered in the air, laughing like a mad unchained man.

Even injured, he was enjoying this.

After being sealed for so long, this was what he craved—battle. It was, after all, the reason he’d been locked away in the first place.

Han frowned, watching that crazed expression. This wasn’t like the fight with Ifrit—he had grown far stronger since then—but Thunderwrath’s speed, durability, and unpredictability made him one of the most annoying enemies he’d ever faced.

Like Ifrit, Thunderwrath had a weak point: the single silver horn on his head.

But when Han had targeted it earlier, he’d regretted it immediately. The moment he struck it, he’d been electrocuted and lost a huge chunk of health.

Never again.

Thunderwrath now looked between Ifrit, holding two blazing scythe, and Han, gripping two flame-coated swords. A glimmer of thought crossed the spirit’s eyes.

He’s planning something.

Then, Thunderwrath crouched—and lightning began to swirl violently around him. A dome of crackling energy enveloped his form, shaping itself into an egg of pure lightning.

"He’s transforming!" Ifrit shouted. "Stop him!"

Without hesitation, Han and Ifrit launched their strongest attacks, slamming into the dome with everything they had. Fire and energy roared through the chamber as they tried to breach it—but the shield held firm.

Still, they didn’t stop. They kept pressing, pushing the dome back—inch by inch—until finally, it began to crack.

They were getting through...

Then—

BOOM.

A massive shockwave burst outward.

Lightning surged from the egg in a violent explosion, electrocuting both Han and Ifrit mid-air and slamming them into the ground like broken meteors.

System Notification:

–30 HP.

Han HP: 280 / 500

Han groaned, coughing smoke, his eyes twitching at the notification. Until now, Thunderwrath’s attacks only shaved off about 10 HP per hit. But this—30 in a single strike?

He looked up—and froze.

The dragon was gone.

Floating in his place was a young man, perhaps in his twenties, with long, silver hair flowing like silk, crackling with condensed lightning, his horn were how more refined little smaller but sharper. Electric currents danced violently across his body, melting stone and disintegrating anything nearby.

In each hand, he held a condensed bolt of lightning—deadly and unstable.

His smile was still there—wild, manic, hungry for more.

"Ready for round two," Thunderwrath said with a wicked grin—then vanished.

Han barely had time to raise an energy dome before slash!—the spirit reappeared, lightning blade tearing across Han’s chest. Blood sprayed into the air.

Gritting his teeth, Han stumbled backward, pain burning through him.

Not like this.

With a flick of his hand, multiple clones shimmered into existence around him. He wasn’t going to fall here—not to a battle-crazed elemental spirit. If Thunderwrath wanted chaos, Han would bring the storm.

He was going all out.

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Back on the other side of the portal...

"Omega Beam!" Clara shouted.

A golden beam of pure energy exploded from her bot, cutting through the thick black vines surrounding the enemy. Layer after layer was disintegrated, until finally the beam reached its target—the towering gorilla-like monster.

With a grunt, it raised one massive hand—and crushed the weakened beam like it was nothing.

Clara’s heart sank. That was her fifth Omega Beam. And every time, the monster’s vines drained its power before the core strike even landed. She glanced at her energy reserves—dangerously low. This boss needed to go down fast.

Thank the stars she had backup.

Ron hurled his massive hammer, but the monster caught it mid-air with one hand. Before it could do anything, a fist slammed into its face, snapping its head sideways.

Aiden—bruised, bloodied, and barely standing.

They’d been fighting for minutes now. He and Ron were close to their limit, while the monster regenerated almost instantly from every strike. Only headshots seemed to slow it down.

The creature growled and punched Aiden with a devastating blow, launching him across the battlefield. But Aiden twisted mid-air and landed in a crouch.

Ron’s hammer snapped back into his hand with a pulse of energy. Clara dropped beside him, explaining her dwindling energy.

Things were looking worse by the second.

Aiden checked his system screen.

Survival Rate: 7%.

It was dropping.

His jaw tightened.

So what?

He wasn’t going to let a number determine if he lived or died. Not today.

He looked up at his team, eyes burning.

"Everyone—go all out!"

Then he screamed—

"Morph!"

His body shifted violently, taking on features from multiple beasts—claws, wings, fangs—melding together into something terrifying and powerful.

But he wasn’t done.

"Dark Essence Mode—Activate!"

Black energy exploded from his core, swirling around him like a living shadow.

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Back in the lightning chamber...

Things were turning grim.

Thunderwrath’s human form had changed everything. He was faster. Deadlier. His lightning blades cut through defenses like paper, and his bolts struck with such speed that Han barely had time to think before being impaled again and again.

Han was flung across the room, crashing into the wall. He gasped, body aching, blood dripping. In the distance, his clones were being erased one by one.

Even Ifrit was forced back, slamming to the ground beside Han.

HP: 220 / 500

Han wiped blood from his lips and glared at the elemental spirit floating above them.

Speed and precision—that’s what made Thunderwrath so dangerous. Every strike was almost impossible to dodge. And without his Lion’s Roar, which he had already used earlier, there was no clear counter.

Thunderwrath looked down at them with mocking disdain.

"Ifrit... I can’t believe such weak human managed to tame you."

Ifrit’s eyes burned with frustration. He wanted to scream the truth—that he hadn’t recovered his full strength when Han challenged him. That at full power, this wouldn’t have happened. But the truth only made it sting more.

Han stood tall despite the blood.

"Sorry if I’ve disappointed you, lightning spirit," he said, wiping his mouth. "But you’re not the only one with a flashy transformation."

He raised his blades.

"In fact—I’ve got one cooler."

"Ifrit" he called out and the flame spirit stood behind him.

Their flames flared as one.

"Merged."

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To be continued...