E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 66: Thunderwrath

Chapter 66

Han stood firm, his gaze locked on the towering silver dragon streaked with black lightning. There was no doubt in his mind now—this creature was another elemental spirit. The Spirit of Lightning: Thunderwrath.

Out of all the battles Han had fought, his clash with Ifrit still haunted him. That brutal encounter had nearly killed him, and the memory was burned deep into his mind. Now, once again, he stood before another spirit—one born of raw, unrestrained lightning.

Thunderwrath chuckled, eyeing Ifrit who stood by Han’s side. "So, he managed to tame you so easily," the lightning spirit said with amusement. "With your pride, there’s no way you’d submit without being defeated first. That only means this human is anything but ordinary."

Still, Thunderwrath didn’t seem even slightly intimidated.

Han looked at Ifrit. Since both were elemental spirits, he believed Ifrit might be able to assess Thunderwrath’s strength more clearly. He reached out with their mental link.

"Anything I should know?" Han asked.

Ifrit responded swiftly. "Two things. First—he’s fast. Extremely fast. Unpredictable in both movement and attacks. Second—he’s a battle maniac. Loves fighting more than anything. He’s relentless. That’s why he was sealed here to begin with."

Han absorbed the information quickly. So, speed was Thunderwrath’s greatest weapon, followed closely by his obsession with battle. A dangerous combination.

Thunderwrath smirked. "What are we waiting for, human? Shall I strike first?"

Han wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity. He bent low, muscles coiled, eyes locked onto his opponent.

"Fourth Jungle Art: Cheetah Stride."

He launched forward, a blur of motion.

Behind him, Ifrit followed, conjuring two massive flaming scythes in his hands, flames swirling as he kept close to Han.

In the blink of an eye, Han closed the distance and threw a powerful punch—

—but struck only empty air.

A crackle of static was the only sign Thunderwrath had ever been there.

Han’s instincts flared. He twisted just in time.

"Eleventh Jungle Art: Turtle Shield!"

A swirling dome of energy surrounded him just as a bolt of lightning crashed down like a missile.

Boom!

The impact sent Han crashing into the ground, buried in a shallow crater.

Ifrit saw an opening and struck, aiming his fiery blade at Thunderwrath’s form—but just as quickly, the spirit vanished again in a spark of lightning. He reappeared an instant later, launching a bolt straight into Ifrit’s chest, sending the fire spirit hurtling downwards.

Thunderwrath laughed mockingly. "You’ve grown weak, Ifrit."

Ifrit snarled as he pushed himself back to his feet. He and Thunderwrath had always been rivals, and neither had ever triumphed over the other. But the Great War had taken much of his power. That was why he’d been recovering in the Inferno Realm—until Han provoked him. He had intended to kill the human instantly but had ended up defeated.

He glanced at Han, who was now rising from the crater. He wanted to be angry—but the bond of taming made that impossible. Instead, he redirected his fury toward Thunderwrath. The spirit of lightning may have the edge in speed, but Ifrit still held the upper hand in raw attack power.

Han met Ifrit’s eyes and gave a slight nod.

The signal was clear.

Han shot forward with explosive force, his fist glowing.

"Phantom Form!"

Thunderwrath responded immediately, firing bolts of lightning that pierced Han’s body.

But his body flickered.

Thunderwrath’s eyes widened the moment he realized—he had struck a clone.

Too late.

The real Han appeared behind him in a blur of motion, using Phantom Form to unleash a flurry of Tiger Punches. Blow after blow hammered into Thunderwrath’s lightning shield. Sparks flew as lightning clashed against the force of Han’s relentless assault. The shield held, but each strike chipped away at its integrity, pushing the spirit of lightning back.

With a burst of lightning, Thunderwrath surged forward, attempting to escape the pressure—only to stop in confusion as he looked back.

Han was smiling.

"I’m not the main attacker," Han said calmly.

Instinct screamed in Thunderwrath’s mind—but it was too late.

"Inferno Vortex."

A calm voice echoed through the battlefield as a massive swirling inferno crashed into Thunderwrath from above, slamming him into the ground with a violent roar. Flames engulfed the area as the ground shook.

Hovering above was Ifrit, his eyes blazing, hands outstretched from casting the fiery technique.

Han landed beside Ifrit, two gleaming white blades in his hands. It had been a long time since he wielded White Fang in actual combat—but he could feel the power returning to his veins.

He knew this battle was far from over.

Raising both blades, Han channeled his energy into them—flames roared to life, coating the swords in crackling fire.

His analyzer flared with warning signals—lightning was erupting from the crater below.

Han didn’t hesitate.

"Inferno Pulse!"

He thrust his flaming blade forward as a beam of fiery energy surged to meet the oncoming bolt of lightning.

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On the Other Side of the Portal...

Clara, Ron, and Aiden stood at the peak of a cliff, facing an overwhelming presence.

Before them stood a monstrous figure—hulking and silent.

It had long, braided black hair and skin as thick and tough as any gorilla, yet there was something off about it. Something unnerving.

It faced them now, unblinking. Watching. Studying.

"So... what’s next?" Aiden asked, voice tight with caution.

"Maybe we tell him to surrender so we can kill him peacefully?" Ron offered with a shrug.

Ronan immediately shot him a glare so sharp it could cut steel. The kind of look that said ’You’re the biggest idiot alive.’

"What? You got a better idea?" Ron muttered defensively.

"We sneak up on him," Aiden declared, voice low. "Take him down in one move. A one-shot kill."

Clara shook her head. Idiots. Both of them.

Sneak up on something that big? It had probably sensed them the moment they arrived.

Right on cue, the monster turned its head slowly to look at them. Its gaze was cold, calculating—conscious.

"What’s it thinking...?" Aiden asked warily.

Then the monster spoke, voice low and deliberate.

"I’ve been deciding who to kill first."

A long pause.

"Since I can’t choose... I’ll just tear you all apart until nothing remains."

Thick vines burst from the surrounding trees, snaking toward the creature and wrapping around its body. The foliage formed a hardened armor—dense, natural, brutal.

"I will kill you all at once."

Clara expected a sarcastic comeback from Ron or Aiden—but nothing came.

She turned to them—both were dead silent. Frowns darkened their faces. Something was wrong.

She didn’t know why Ron was quiet, but Aiden’s expression had drained of all color.

He wasn’t just watching the enemy—he was staring at something only he could see.

His system screen had triggered.

> MAJOR QUEST ALERT

A powerful foe has been detected. Immediate retreat recommended.

If host chooses to engage...

Survival Rate: 10%

Aiden’s jaw tightened. freёweɓnovel.com

This... is a death quest.

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To Be Continued...