E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 84: Lightning Style Jungle Art

Chapter 84

Over the past few months, Han had developed and acquired numerous skills, ranging from D to A-rank—some even reaching the rare S-rank tier. He was an anomaly in every sense, wielding not just one or two abilities like most warriors, but a wide arsenal—each powerful in its own right.

Yet despite this overwhelming versatility, whenever Han chose to fight hand-to-hand, he always favored one style above all: Jungle Art.

Even he didn’t fully understand why he loved it so much. Perhaps it was the pain and effort he had poured into mastering it, or maybe it was the raw satisfaction he felt every time its techniques landed. Either way, Jungle Art had become his foundation.

His connection to it deepened when his flame ability merged with the Jungle Art, giving birth to a new evolution: Flame Style Jungle Art.

At first, Han had assumed there wouldn’t be much of a difference between the standard and flame versions—he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Flame Style Jungle Art was nearly five times more destructive than the original. The flames enhanced every movement, amplifying his strikes with searing intensity. But this power came at a cost—massive energy consumption, and the techniques now demanded greater stamina and control.

Han had often fantasized about what other elemental fusions might look like. For instance, he imagined how devastating Rhino Rush would become when fused with Earth Style—raw, grounded, and brutishly powerful.

But fate had a different plan. Instead of an earth spirit, Han awakened the Lightning Spirit, and with it, a new evolution was born: Lightning Style Jungle Art.

He hadn’t used it yet, but the moment it stirred within him, he knew—this style would be something special.

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Across the battlefield, the bat boss scoffed when Han muttered that he hadn’t been fighting seriously. It assumed he was bluffing, just trying to save face. After all, Han looked relatively unharmed—surely, he was just posturing.

The creature, now empowered after absorbing the dark bat projectile, surged forward with tremendous speed. Its limbs crackled with condensed energy as it lunged with a thunderous punch aimed straight for Han’s face.

Han smirked.

"First Jungle Art: Wolf Clutch – Lightning Style."

In an instant, two crackling hands made of condensed lightning burst from Han’s back, seizing the incoming fist and grabbing the creature’s other arm. Electricity surged violently through the monster’s body, frying its nerves and causing it to flinch in agony.

It managed to break free with a violent roar—but Han wasn’t done.

He leapt into the air and delivered a bone-crushing kick that launched the beast skyward. As Han rose after it, lightning concentrated around his arms and back.

"Fifth Jungle Art: Gorilla Smash – Lightning Style!"

He brought his fists down like a meteor, and a surge of lightning erupted from his body, hammering into the monster. It convulsed violently, screeching in pain as it crashed into the ground, forming a massive crater.

The creature staggered to its feet, dazed and trembling. Its eyes locked onto Han—but now they held fear.

Han looked down at the beast, his expression unreadable.

Still, he wasn’t finished.

Lifting his head to the sky, he spoke again.

"Seventh Jungle Art: Hyena Rush – Lightning Style."

His mouth stretched into a silent, wild grin—but no laughter came out. Instead, the sound of crackling lightning surged forth like the howls of a storm.

The boss monster froze. It sensed death—true, imminent death. Terrified, it spread its wings and tried to flee with everything it had.

But that was the danger of Lightning Style Jungle Art. Its biggest strength... was also its **greatest threat:

Unrivaled Speed.**

Han exhaled—and released the attack.

A beam of highly condensed lightning exploded from his mouth, screaming like a thousand thunderclaps. It tore across the sky, striking its target with divine precision.

The bat boss couldn’t quite grasp what it was feeling.

Somewhere deep inside, it believed none of this was its fault. Its world was collapsing, shattering around it—and the only instinct it had left was to run.

A portal shimmered open behind it, promising escape. Without thinking, it darted through.

But what it found on the other side made its body tremble.

There stood a creature—one it recognized instantly. And for reasons it didn’t understand, it hated it. It tried to get rid of it but fail and all it knew now was—

it was about to die.

Its scream was cut short as the lightning consumed it.

When the beam finally faded, there was nothing left. The boss and the surrounding terrain had been completely vaporized.

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Han landed silently, breathing steadily. He clutched his chest, eyes narrowing.

Just before the monster died... he’d felt something.

Its emotions.

Could this be... another effect of my skill? he wondered, frowning.

Still, one thing was certain: the Lightning Style Jungle Art had exceeded expectations.

There were three things to note:

1. Speed – Nearly impossible to dodge.

2. Nerve Impact – Each strike directly attacked the nervous system, weakening the mind and numbing the body. This was why the boss’s defenses had crumbled.

3. Destruction – With enough charge time, its destructive power even surpassed Flame Style.

Han had won. It wasn’t easy, but he was still in decent shape—plenty of health, some energy remaining.

Then his eyes widened.

"Crap! I forgot to use that!" he shouted in frustration.

He’d meant to test out a different Lightning Force skill: Thunderstorm. But given its high energy cost—and his uncertainty about its destructive range—he decided against trying it here.

Still, a part of him was excited.

Next time, he thought.

He opened his inventory to check his battle rewards.

+5,000 CP

+40,000 EP

+10 stat

New Artifact Acquired – Though not high-grade, he knew Ron would love it.

Wasting no time, Han ended his Thunderwrath Transformation and returned to where the others were waiting.

He arrived to see something odd.

Ronan stood apart from the group, a visible distance between him and the others. His expression was tense, confused.

It was clear—he was being targeted.

But Ronan wasn’t like Aiden. He didn’t cause trouble—he endured it. That made the tension all the more unusual.

Before Han could ask anything, the rest of the group approached him.

"You sure took your time," Clara muttered.

Ron shook his head like a disappointed parent. "Honestly, man," he sighed.

Aiden jumped in right behind him. "Yeah, if you keep this up, I might just have to take over as guild leader."

"And I’ll be vice-head," Ron added smugly.

Han stared at the two of them, his face twitching as they already began outlining what changes they’d make once he was "demoted."

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He wanted to scream.

You morons fought a peak A-rank beast!

The one I faced was S-rank. An actual, damn S-rank boss!

Just as Han was about to snap, a calm voice cut through the air from the side.

"You two couldn’t even take down your targets. I handled both of them alone," Ronan said coolly.

Han’s eyes lit up the moment he heard that.

He turned toward Aiden and Ron with a smug grin and a mockingly slow clap. "Oof. That’s rough. Imagine if the guild members found out about this—your ’legendary’ reputations might just crumble."

Aiden’s and Ron’s faces contorted at the same time, like they’d bitten into something sour. Their gazes locked onto Ronan, who stood there looking utterly unfazed.

"I swear on my life, I’m not letting this slide," Aiden growled, fire in his eyes. "I’m gonna smash that pretty-boy face of yours!"

Ron said nothing, but summoned his warhammer with a grim nod.

"Morph!" Aiden shouted, activating his transformation. In a flash, his limbs elongated and his muscles surged. His hands morphed into savage claws as he darted toward Ronan like a beast let loose.

Ronan didn’t flinch.

At the last moment, he swapped places with a nearby boulder, vanishing from Aiden’s path. But Ron was ready. With brutal timing, he swung his warhammer down—aiming right where Ronan reappeared.

But again, Ronan blurred away, switching places with another chunk of debris just before the hammer struck.

"Keep him moving! That skill has a limit!" Aiden yelled.

"On it!" Ron grunted, charging forward.

Ronan sprinted, weaving between rubble and swapping places with scattered debris. Han watched the whole thing unfold with a slight smile. Ronan, once detached and cold, was starting to blend in with the group. He was still stoic, but... better.

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Clara walked up to Han, no longer in her tech suit. Her expression was serious.

"They were involved," she said, skipping pleasantries.

Han nodded. He’d suspected the cursed organization had something to do with this mess. But one thing still didn’t add up.

"How’d they force a portal break?" he muttered. "That shouldn’t be possible."

Before Clara could reply, a movement caught Han’s eye.

He turned—and saw Silver Wing approaching with his elite squad. They looked better. Restored. Healed.

For a few moments, no one spoke.

Then Silver Wing dipped his head slightly. "Thank you."

Han shrugged. "I was gonna help anyway. "

He glanced around. The blue-haired guy from earlier was tending to the wounded, doing his part quietly. Seeing that, Han’s chest tightened a little.

If I’d known things were this bad... I would’ve helped sooner.

Silver Wing must’ve caught the guilt in his eyes. "You’ve already done more than enough. If you feel guilty... then we all should."

There was a pause. Then, with unexpected sincerity, he asked, "Please. Tell us how we can repay you."

Han was about to wave it off—he didn’t really need anything—when Clara cut in beside him.

"We’ll need the beast cores. Not all. Just half," she said plainly. "I have more experiments to run. And Nathan will use them too."

Silver Wing nodded without hesitation. "Even if you asked for all of them... we’d give them gladly."

Han gave a small nod and was about to leave—to find Kael to buy the team a meal—when he heard a thud behind him.

Then another.

And another.

He didn’t need to turn around to know what was happening. His face twitched.

When he did finally look, his suspicions were confirmed.

Silver Wing and his elite squad were kneeling, one knee to the ground, heads bowed low in solemn respect.

"If you have no other request," Silver Wing said, his voice calm but firm, "then let us make one."

A beat passed.

"Please... allow us to join your Hero Guild."

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To be continued...