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Chapter 118: The New King—Zorwath

Chapter 118: The New King—Zorwath

The battlefield stilled.

A single figure stood alone—

The soldiers of every nation instinctively backed away, forming a wide circle around him. Spears lowered. Swords trembled. No one dared move too close. The air itself seemed to shudder beneath his presence.

The unknown person slowly lifted his gaze and smiled.

Then—

WHOOSH.

With a flick of his hand, an invisible wave of force spread outward. A ripple of darkness washed through the soldiers standing closest.

Suddenly—

"AAAHHHHHH!!"

Cries of agony echoed across the field. Flesh withered. Skin shriveled. One by one, the soldiers collapsed, their bodies rapidly decaying into hollow skeletons. Streams of faint green life energy were drawn from their bones, swirling into the air before being sucked toward the unknown person’s body.

He inhaled the energy deeply—savoring it—and then laughed.

"So feeble... humans are so feeble." His voice rumbled like distant thunder.

"I gave them power... yet they remain pathetic."

His crimson eyes glowed brighter.

Across the battlefield, Queen Ivanka of Calonia stood smirking, arms crossed.

"Now, Virendra," she sneered toward the King of Aryavrata. "You and all your soldiers are going to die. This one—this great being—will kill you all."

She turned to the unknown person and smiled wickedly.

"Now... help me destroy them. I am the one who unsealed you. You owe me."

For a moment, the battlefield held its breath.

The man tilted his head toward her.

"Oh? You say so?"

Ivanka laughed triumphantly.

"Yes—this is the end for them all—"

CRACK.

A single, pale hand shot forward and gripped Ivanka’s head like a vice.

Her eyes widened.

"Wha—"

SPLAT.

Her head exploded like a ripe fruit, splattering blood and bone across the ground. Her body crumpled—headless, lifeless.

Silence.

A hundred thousand soldiers gasped.

The Queen of Calonia was dead—in an instant.

The man looked down at her body in disgust.

"You talk too much, woman. I despise needless words."

Fear rippled through the armies. Even the mightiest warriors felt their legs trembling.

King Virendra took a cautious step forward, his voice steady but wary.

"Sir... did we do something to offend you? We are not your enemy."

The man’s grin widened.

"No... you are."

His voice boomed, suddenly filled with ancient power. The air vibrated with the force of his words.

"LISTEN, ALL OF YOU! I AM ZORWATH. AND I AM HERE TO CLAIM THIS WORLD!"

"Stand against me—you will die."

"Submit—and I may let you live."

The entire battlefield trembled.

Then, his gaze swept the field like a predator hunting prey.

His finger pointed—first toward Haider Ali.

"You, old man... your energy. I want it."

He shifted to Dharam.

"Yours."

Then to Afreen.

"Yours."

One after another, he marked the strongest among them.

Finally—his finger stopped.

Pointed straight at Aamir.

"And you... you are the one I desire most. You... are part of me. You... are ME."

A shiver ran down Aamir’s spine. His knees almost buckled.

"No... I’m not! I’m not a heartless killer—I don’t want to rule this world!"

Zorwath laughed, the sound shaking the ground.

"You are not... YET. But soon... you WILL be."

"Such a waste. I will kill you here... and reclaim what is mine."

Aamir clenched his fists.

"What are you saying?! I don’t have your power!"

Zorwath smirked.

"Oh... but you do."

"Every power you wield... comes from me."

Confusion spread through the warriors.

King Virendra’s eyes burned with resolve.

"No! I will not allow it! These are my people—and I will not let you touch them!"

BOOOOM.

Virendra’s aura erupted. The ground cracked beneath his feet. Soldiers across the field dropped to their knees, unable to withstand the pressure.

Even Aamir gasped, forced to one knee.

"Such defiance..." Zorwath mused.

"But futile. You cannot protect them."

Then—his gaze sharpened.

"I’ll start with HIM."

He vanished.

The next instant—he reappeared inches from Raj.

Raj’s eyes widened in horror—his death moments away.

"NO—!"

But then—

CLANG.

A bald man stood before him, arm raised—barely stopping Zorwath’s attack.

Zorwath grinned.

"So... there IS someone worthy here. Good."

"I thought I’d begin with the children... but perhaps... I’ll deal with YOU first."

Virendra’s voice rang out across the field.

"Everyone—listen! He is FAR beyond your league! Fall back! Do not engage directly!"

He turned to the Calonian soldiers, their faces pale with fear.

"You stand here because of your queen. But your queen is DEAD—and the very being she relied upon... is the one who killed her!"

"Choose now. Submit—or stand with us and FIGHT!"

Zorwath’s voice interrupted—low, calm, terrifying.

"I will rebuild this world in my image."

"You may crave power—but you will gain only despair."

His last words were whispered—but carried across the entire field.

"...Despair."

The soldiers shuddered.

The battle had not even begun—and already, the hearts of many wavered.

The battlefield remained frozen.

Zorwath stood tall—untouched, a god among mortals. His dark aura seeped into the very air, choking the hearts of those present.

But King Virendra—his eyes blazing—stepped forward.

"So... you’ll rebuild the world through bloodshed?" His voice thundered across the field.

"By killing those who refuse to kneel? Is this your vision of order?"

Zorwath smiled coldly.

"That is the nature of the world. The strong... shall rule."

"I care nothing for your ideals. Only the outcome matters. And I WILL triumph."

The words echoed like a hammer on the hearts of every warrior.

Virendra’s eyes narrowed.

"No. I will not let you."

"All the strongest warriors—stand with me! We fight TOGETHER!"

With a roar, he leapt forward—his body enveloped in a searing golden aura.

BOOOM.

Virendra’s fist hurtled toward Zorwath like a falling star.

CLANG.

Zorwath caught the punch with one hand—his expression unbothered.

"Hmph... is that all, King?"

He began to twist Virendra’s arm—but in that instant:

SWISH!

Haider Ali appeared in a flash—striking Zorwath’s wrist with his blade.

"Tch—!"

The impact forced Zorwath’s hand sideways, allowing Virendra to pull back.

Zorwath chuckled, flexing his hand.

"You’re strong. But not strong enough."

His voice deepened—a low growl of amusement.

Then:

WHOOSH!

Shinroku streaked toward Zorwath—blade gleaming.

SLASH!

But Zorwath merely tilted his head—the blade slicing through empty air.

"Too slow." His voice was calm, almost disappointed.

Before Shinroku could adjust, a blur of motion approached—

"BAM!"

Dharam struck with both fists—channeling raw force into his blow.

"RAAAAAH!"

But once more, Zorwath barely shifted, catching Dharam’s punch.

"Hmm... strength?"

"You’ll need centuries to match me."

BAM—

He pushed Dharam back with a casual flick of his arm.

All around, the soldiers of Aryavrata, Kyokai, and Carnelia watched in stunned silence.

Their mightiest warriors—barely able to land a blow.

Zorwath smiled darkly.

"Come, then. Is this truly your best?"

His voice rang like a taunt—a challenge to the heavens.

But Virendra’s voice rose again—defiant.

"WE DO NOT YIELD!"

"NO MATTER YOUR STRENGTH—THIS WORLD WILL NOT BE YOURS!"

Around him, Haider Ali, Shinroku, Dharam, Afreen, and the other elites readied themselves.

Their bodies ached, their hearts raced, but none of them would retreat.

Above them all, Aamir clenched his fists—his mind racing.

"We... can’t beat him like this. But we must fight. No matter what."

Far above, clouds swirled. The sky seemed to darken further.

The battle for the world... had only just begun.

Kiyoshi stepped lightly into the ring of chaos.

His eyes, half-lidded.

His movements—unhurried.

His sword—resting on his shoulder, as if a burden too heavy to swing.

He exhaled slowly.

And then—

"Lazy Sword Style: First Form."

A blur. A whisper in the wind.

Kiyoshi vanished—reappearing in front of Zorwath with his blade flashing downward.

CLINK.

The blade halted—caught between two fingers.

Zorwath stood unmoved.

"Hmm..." he murmured.

"You’re calm. Too calm."

"Why hide such strength?"

Kiyoshi’s eyes narrowed, his tone flat but focused.

"I’m not hiding anything."

"What you see... is exactly who I am."

He pulled—once, twice—trying to free his sword from Zorwath’s iron grip.

Zorwath smirked, amused.

"Yet your blade trembles. Your soul hesitates. Are you scared, samurai?"

Kiyoshi didn’t respond. Instead, he jumped back—graceful like a falling petal—his sword finally released.

Zorwath turned—only to feel a shockwave approach.

"RRAAAAAHHH!"

Dharam blitzed forward—his aura wild, unpredictable.

"Multi-Strike Style!"

BAM! A punch.

CRACK! A kick.

THUD! An elbow.

BAM! A punch again.

WHAM! Another kick.

THUMP! Elbow.

BAM—

Relentless.

Zorwath tilted his head, watching the pattern.

"You’re repeating your moves."

"How predictable."

Dharam grinned.

"Oh yeah? Then stop me!"

Another punch flew.

Zorwath caught it.

He stepped to the side.

"Next is... kick."

Dharam’s foot swung upward.

"And now... elbow." Zorwath raised his arm to block.

But—

BOOM!

Dharam twisted his body mid-air—spinning into a brutal kick to the ribs, breaking the rhythm.

Zorwath stumbled back—half a step.

A pause.

Dust settled.

A murmur went through the crowd of warriors.

"He... moved."

Kiyoshi’s eyes widened.

Dharam smirked.

"I don’t care how strong you are. If I can’t beat you with strength... I’ll beat you with rhythm."

Zorwath’s smile faded—just a little.

"Interesting..."

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

"So the children bite."

"Then I suppose..."

"It’s time I stop holding back."

The skies darkened further.

Lightning cracked in the distance.

The real battle was about to begin.

Chapter Ends.

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