I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 211

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Chapter 211
211: Wait? Did the Bone Set Right?(2)
Crack!
Whoooosh!
Crunch crunch crunch!
The sound of something piercing through flesh and bursting outward, the sound of something solid wrapping across skin, and the sound of bones dislocating and then realigning—as various sounds echoed through the air, Terra and Weasel’s forms transformed in an instant.
Where before they had merely resembled humans with horns or scales sprouting slightly, now they had morphed into something halfway between dragon and human.
Both arms and legs were completely covered in scales, and the sharp claws jutting from their fingers and toes were entirely reptilian in nature.
Witnessing their sudden transformation and the ferocious aura that accompanied it, I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine. This was my first battle against the Yongin Clan, and they were a complete 180 degrees different from before using Polymorph.
By my perception alone, their power had increased by at least 30% or more. I would need to check Analysis to know precisely, but I was fairly certain I wasn’t wrong.
‘Quite impressive.’
In martial arts tales, they often spoke of concealing three-tenths of one’s true strength, didn’t they? I could feel that Terra and Weasel were doing exactly that. I steeled my resolve further as I regarded them both, and I moved first.
Whoosh!
Tap tap tap tap tap——!
My speed as I kicked off the ground and charged forward with rapid strides was formidable, and as I moved using the Grim Reaper’s eyes to subtly weave in concealment and hiding techniques, I appeared to vanish entirely.
Yet whether Terra had grown accustomed to it or had already experienced it before and knew well how to counter it, he saw through me. Drawing the practice spear from his back, he hurled it directly toward my position.
And then.
Roooaaaar——!!!
The speed of the spear tearing through the air was incomparable to before. It carried a force equivalent to a martial technique, and in that moment, I understood something.
Since the beginning of this fight with the Yongin Clan members Terra and Weasel, one thought had nagged at me: why weren’t they using martial techniques? Simply observing their movements, I could barely detect the subtleties of martial arts.
Even Hezway showed traces of having learned martial techniques, and his status window displayed them, yet these two had none. It had been a mystery, but now it was solved.
‘They simply don’t need to…!’
If simply throwing a spear could embody the subtleties of martial arts and unleash techniques more powerful than spear arts, why would they need martial techniques at all? Martial arts were created for the weak to overcome the strong—perhaps beings who stood at the apex of strength had no need for them from the start.
But.
I viewed martial arts differently than merely as a tool for the weak to hunt the strong.
‘They exist to transform one’s body and spirit into the martial way itself.’
With that thought, I naturally extended my hand toward the ferocious spear hurtling down, and flames of the Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique scattered through the midair, tracing an elegant crimson pattern.
As the soft line of flame tore through the wind toward the spear, the trajectory that had been flying straight and rigid to pierce through everything curved gracefully and bent away.
It wasn’t deflected from my hand—instead, it flowed in a perfect curve midway and bent away from me, scraping harshly against the Sparring Hall’s ground.
Crash——!!!
A harsh metallic sound rang out, and it was Weasel who blocked my path as I charged forward. Until moments ago, Weasel had wielded a massive shield and sword, but now two wings had formed from his back like shields, making it seem as though he held two shields.
Yet I still drove my fist toward Weasel, and rather than defend against my attack that was climbing over his guard, Weasel did the opposite.
Crash——!!!
A harsh metallic sound erupted, and my brow furrowed momentarily as my fist was repelled. Weasel’s shield had been wielded like a knuckle, and when the sharp rounded edge of the shield collided with my fist, I was forced back in terms of raw power.
Pushed back two steps, I extended my fist again, and this time Weasel’s sword swung out.
Crash———!!!
I didn’t use a technique, but leveraging the subtleties of martial arts, the moment Weasel’s sword collided with my fist, I used that force to spin, stored the knuckles away using the bracelet’s ability, and drew out a short blade.
Yet the Eternal Flame showed no sign of extinguishing—it transferred to the short blade, and in that instant, cyan-white light burst from my eyes as I unleashed a technique of the Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique with the blade.
The Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique is not merely unarmed combat. If it were, it would be called the Eternal Flame Extinguishing Fist, not Technique. There was a reason it was called Technique.
‘It is wielded not with the fist, but with the blade.’
With that single intention alone, Dohyun was demonstrating the true terror of the Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique. A martial art crafted so that its foundational forms could unfold in any circumstance—unlike other ascending techniques that contained the subtleties of ascension, the true essence of the Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique, with its broad directional applicability that allowed it to be deployed in any situation, was now being fully realized.
The eternal flame blooming from the twin daggers soon consumed them entirely as the foundational form of the Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique unfolded.
Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique, Third Foundational Form: Flame Shattering
Witnessing the sharpest foundational form of the Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique—one that targeted a single point to shatter and destroy it—Weasel, unable to recover his shield and sword that had been knocked away, overlapped a pair of wings to use as a shield, attempting to counter Dohyun’s daggers with their sharp, pointed edges.
But then.
A faint whisper sounded.
Seeing something like a shadow, something like moonlight, bloom from the tip of Dohyun’s blade, both Terra and Weasel felt their blood run cold.
Yet it was impossible for Weasel to retrieve his wings. Nor could he evade. So Weasel pressed forward with his attack, overlapping his two wing-shields to target Dohyun’s daggers with their sharp, pointed edges, trusting in his ally behind him.
If Weasel’s daggers and Dohyun’s blades collided as they were, Weasel’s wings would be torn apart in an instant. Terra, not yet recovered from the concussion, was in no condition to throw quickly, yet his body shattered as he hurled his spear regardless.
Whoooooosh———!!!
The spear that tore through the air violently was the most formidable of all his throws thus far, and its fierce, murderous aura collided with the tip of Dohyun’s blade.
And from Dohyun’s dagger, another form bloomed.
Janwol Pagong, Sixth Foundational Form: Piercing Sky Projection
Fusion Technique: Flame Piercing Shattering
Flame pierces, shatters, and annihilates.
Blue flame erupted from Dohyun’s dagger, piercing through and shattering Terra’s sharpest and most refined spear into powder. Yet the force remained, and when it collided with Weasel’s overlapped wings, light burst forth.
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Light erupted, and no sound could be heard. Rather, the sound was so intense it exceeded the threshold of perceivable volume, and as light blazed forth, the massive form of Weasel was sent flying, crashing into the wall.
“Cough!!!”
The wall of the Sparring Hall, which boasted that no force could break it, developed cracks. Dohyun too was pushed back by the light, rebounding rapidly behind him.
Boom!
Crash!
Screeeech———.
Initially pushed back and driven backward, I quickly regained my stance, and as I was driven back, I kicked off the ground once before landing, planting both legs firmly on the ground. As my legs scraped across the floor while being driven back, smoke rose from where they passed.
It was truly a powerful attack, yet my expression was far from satisfied.
I had combined two martial arts into one. The result was considerably powerful, enough to be satisfied, yet I was not.
‘I failed to apply Rupture.’
Had I used Rupture here as well, I could have perfectly retired Weasel, but my control was slightly inexperienced—I had begun to apply Rupture only to overload it immediately.
Because of that, the Rupture damage heading toward Weasel disappeared midway due to the Safe Zone’s restrictions, rendering the effect negligible.
In other words.
‘I almost killed him just now.’
Had we not been within the Safe Zone, I would have just killed Weasel. Realizing this fact, Weasel pulled himself from the wall, and his eyes, hands, and legs trembled as he struggled to compose himself.
Shiver shiver shiver.
Yet the match was not over, so he tried to regain his composure and rise to his feet, but.
Thud.
He could not. My last strike had been tremendous, and having experienced it directly with his body, Weasel could not move at all, remaining collapsed on the ground as I rushed toward him.
Seeing my determination to end the match by any means, Terra quickly planted dozens of spears into the ground and shouted.
“Recover quickly!!!”
At Terra’s shout, Weasel nodded and focused on recovery, while Terra quickly sent dozens of spears flying toward me as I rushed forward.
Though Terra had used Polymorph to unleash dragon power, my speed was equally formidable, and as the subtleties of my martial arts continued to adapt, my body was becoming one that would not lose to either of them even with Polymorph activated.
Whiiiiiiing———!!!
Crash———!!!
The javelins came flying with a fierce sound, but as each one approached me, I drew another short blade and swiftly swung it toward them, deflecting every attack with fluid grace.
With the flames still burning, I was executing the techniques of Janwol Pagong.
Janwol Pagong (殘月破空) Fourth Technique: Phantom Moon Layered Shadows (幻月疊影)
Countless afterimages moved rapidly, first blocking the javelins and then deflecting them in an endless dance. As if a barrier had materialized before me, the Janwol intertwined with the Eternal Flame Extinguishing Technique, which bloomed in brilliant blue, creating a cerulean shield that sent the javelins bouncing away mere inches from my face.
How much longer could Terra hold out?
As I closed the distance, Weasel regained his senses and stepped forward, but my eyes gleamed with an icy light. The moment our gazes met, Weasel found himself unable to move—my pupils were sharp and reptilian, piercing in a way that froze him in place.
In that instant, something like a colossal phantom seemed to loom over Weasel from above, and though he knew it was merely an illusion, he couldn’t bring himself to look up.
Grrrrrrr.
An overwhelming aura that defied even the slightest approach—Weasel trembled, sensing something that could annihilate his very soul. Then my fist, still gripping the short blade, descended slowly onto his shield.
And then.
“Gaaaahhhhh!!!”
Though my punch fell gently and without great force, Weasel convulsed in agony and suddenly rolled across the ground. Terra fared no better.
The concussion combined with the phantom image manifesting behind me doubled his suffering, leaving him no choice but to collapse to the ground.
As it ended so abruptly, I stared at them both with a vacant expression and muttered.
“Huh? Did I hit bone?”
I couldn’t help but recall my school days, when my friends would exaggerate their injuries.

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