The Villain's Side of the Novel - Chapter 195: The Ultimate Skills

Fray stood at the precipice of the frozen cliff, his gaze fixed on the towering monster before him. Despite his broken left arm, his eyes stayed calm. With a deep inhale, Fray focused his mind on the rune etched upon his right shoulder: “Steloria.” As Fray mumbled the intricate symbol, it pulsed with an otherworldly light.

Although this rune was originally inspired by a movement skill, Fray had adapted and evolved it into something entirely new, something stronger. The original skill compressed one hundred steps into one, but Fray had pushed it further, evolving it to compress three hundred movements instead.

As the rune awakened, Fray felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. The symbols spread from his shoulder, engulfing his entire right arm in a brilliant glow. The energy coalesced, compressing the strength of three hundred punches into a single devastating blow.

Fray’s muscles tensed, his body readying itself for the unleashed force. He could feel the weight of his entire being behind that punch.

His right arm trembled with suppressed power, ready to be unleashed upon the monster. Fray’s fist tightened, his knuckles turning white with pressure.

At that moment, time seemed to slow, the world around Fray fading into the background. His focus narrowed, and his senses honed in on the target before him. He visualized the trajectory of his punch and calculated the precise point of impact.

*Three Hundreds of Folds Punch*

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Norman stood tall on the other side, his bow held firmly in his grasp. A strong white light emanated from his palm, drawing the attention of all around him. In his hand, a rune glowed with potent energy. This simple yet powerful rune allowed Norman to unleash an immense amount of energy in a single release.

With unwavering focus, Norman channeled his energy into the rune. The light grew brighter, crackling with raw power. The air around him hummed with anticipation as he drew back the string of his bow, an arrow materializing before him.

*Space Piercing Arrow*

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Adam, his eyes narrowed in concentration, unleashed his power in a display of formidable force. With a wave of his hand, a massive portal opened before him. The portal exuded an air of darkness, swirling with mysterious energy. Within the portal, two large eyes and a huge mouth-like shape materialized.

The mouth spoke with a deep, resonant voice as if the very fabric of reality trembled at its words. “This is the third. You still have four,” it intoned, its words carrying a weight that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it. Adam understood the meaning of the sound, so with a small nod, he answered, “Yes, I understand.”

*Eight Portal: The Old Entity*

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Meanwhile, Montaser closed his eyes and focused his mind, tapping into the depths of his telekinetic abilities. He concentrated his mental energy, envisioning a miniature singularity forming within his mind. This singularity, an infinitesimally dense point with intense gravitational pull, was the key to his devastating attack.

As Montaser succeeded in completing the skill, a certain memory came up to his mind.

Several weeks ago, Fray stood at the breakfast table, explaining, “With your telekinetic power, I think you can manipulate matter and energy using your mind. If that’s true, by concentrating your mental energy, you can generate a miniature singularity within your mind to create a localized area of intense gravitational pull, akin to a small-scale black hole. Then you can project this concentration of gravitational force outward as a telekinetic blast,” Asher finished his explanation while taking a sip of coffee.

Now, Montaser opened his eyes with a small smile on his face and a strong light on his forehead as he looked at the boss.

*Psycho-Singularity Annihilation*

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The towering monster trembled as it felt the surges of energy emanating from Fray, Norman, Adam, and Montaser. Its attention was particularly drawn to the immense aura in the shape of a spear hovering before the knights. The monster sensed the formidable power contained within it and, in a desperate bid to stop the attack, it rallied its horde of monsters.

With a thunderous roar, the monster’s hordes surged forward, their eyes filled with determination to protect their leader at all costs. The ground shook beneath the weight of their charge as they clashed with the group of knights, their combined strength threatening to overwhelm them.

But the knights stood their ground, unwavering in their resolve. Seraphina, Aria Parada, and the other Arezo knights fought with unmatched skill and precision, their weapons moving with fluidity and grace. They parried, countered, and struck with calculated efficiency, holding back the relentless onslaught of the monsters.

Amidst the chaos, Seraphina’s voice rang out, commanding the knights to hold firm. “Don’t falter! Stand strong!” she shouted, her words infused with the unwavering spirit of a true leader. The knights, fueled by her words, redoubled their efforts, pushing back against the waves of monsters with renewed determination.

As the battle raged on, the monster’s attention remained fixated on the spear-shaped aura created by the knights. It felt that this attack posed the greatest threat to its existence, and it mustered all its strength to thwart it. The monster’s massive limbs thrashed and slammed into the ground, creating shockwaves that reverberated through the battlefield, while the two leaders of the hordes dashed towards the knights.

But before the shockwave or even the leaders could reach the knights…

“Now!” Fray’s voice thundered across the battlefield, a commanding roar that cut through the chaos. The moment had arrived for the group to unleash their final assault.

Hearing Fray’s order, Norman, Elisa, Adam, and Montaser, with determined expressions, launched their attacks simultaneously.

Norman drew his bow to full extension, his palm radiating a brilliant white light. The rune on his hand pulsed with raw energy as he unleashed his ultimate arrow. The arrow materialized before him, crackling with arcane power. With a release of tension, Norman let the arrow fly, its trajectory guided by his unwavering aim.

The arrow streaked through the air, leaving behind a trail of ethereal energy. It pierced the battlefield with unparalleled precision, tearing through the fabric of space itself. A rift opened in the air, distorting reality as the arrow passed through before striking the monster with an explosion of cosmic energy.

Elisa stood on the edge of the frozen cliff, her eyes ablaze with determination. With a resolute look, Elisa brought the sword down. The clouds above parted, unveiling a glimpse of the pristine blue sky beyond, as if nature itself bowed to the might of Elisa’s attack. Its descent was swift and unstoppable. The sound of rushing wind accompanied the sword’s journey, slicing through the air with unparalleled speed.