Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System-Chapter 211: Primordial Devil Battle Body

The moment the elements became unstable and filled my body, from marrow to blood, blood to muscle, muscle to skin—

Something snapped.

A resounding crack echoed inside my chest.

Then came the burn.

Fire Qi surged first, ripping through my bones like molten metal poured into a cold forge. My doubts didn’t just vanish—they were incinerated. Rage, instinct, drive—it all bloomed, molten and red. My vision tinted in crimson heat.

Then came the cold.

Ice Qi followed, threading through the pain like a blade dipped in frost. It didn’t numb me. It sharpened everything. My heartbeat slowed. My nerves focused. The chaos clarified.

Earth roared through me next. It didn’t ask permission. It rooted. My legs hardened, stance unshakable. Every muscle clenched, locked into place like stone pillars braced for war. It grounded the storm raging through my core.

And then wind.

Wind exploded in my lungs—light, fast, violent. My breath hitched. My body moved before I told it to. Everything felt quicker. Brighter. My reflexes sharpened like they’d been cut free from gravity.

The four forces clashed as blood spurted from my mouth violently.

And finally, they fused.

My veins bulged, coursing with raw, unstable Qi. Across my forearms and neck, streaks of colour surged—fiery red, glacial blue, earthen brown, wind-silver. They glowed through my skin in furious, pulsing lines.

And my hair—

It turned silver.

Not white. Silver. Metallic, reflective strands dancing in the unseen wind. It grew fast, past my shoulders in seconds, wild and loose, like a mane built for war. Each pulse of Qi made it flutter upwards like I was standing in a storm I created.

I raised my head, and the Brute paused.

Could he also feel this?

My skin darkened by a shade but looked natural, like a warrior returning from the depths of a forge. My eyes weren’t their usual shade either—red ringed with a faint glow of shifting blue and gold pupils.

My gauntlets transformed into a strange black gauntlet as if made by exoskeletal plating.

Liya’s voice was tight. "What the hell are you...?"

Even Yifei paused, gripping her glaive tightly. "Your hair..." She scanned me a little, then whispered something I could barely hear. "Damn he looks so sexy..."

I wanted to answer, but my breath felt like fire and my throat a searing crater. My skin buzzed with a tingling pressure, every heartbeat echoing like a parade horn. I wasn’t sure what I looked like other than from what I could see. But I didn’t care; since Yifei called me sexy, I wasn’t a monster.

My body moved easily and pleasingly. It felt right.

The Brute’s eyes twitched, ignoring the women altogether. I saw it step back, much more cautious of me than before.

It didn’t want to wait for me to adjust and lunged.

But I could see it all.

Every shift in its weight.

Every tension in its stance and the orbit of its four arms.

"Too slow."

I wanted to rush forward, and with a resounding thud, cracking the street under my feet as I appeared in front ot it, my fist buried in its chest before it could blink.

BOOM!

The impact rippled through its torso—bone snapped, black blood sprayed across the pavement.

It flung back several steps, bleeding from its mouth.

I stared at my hand, then at the beast.

My voice was hoarse from the pressure, but steady.

"Alright. Let’s see how many times I can hit you before I break you."

***

My fist hovered, gathering power and buzzing with Qi, before I lashed out again.

Strike One: I slammed both fists into the Brute’s sternum, sliding it across the cracked asphalt. The impact rang like a bell, echoing in my bones as it created a violent shockwave that destroyed the rocks beneath the zombie.

Strike Two: I stepped in and threw an uppercut. Fire and ice roared together—my fist hit its jaw with a burst of steam. Bone splintered; the Brute’s head whipped backwards, teeth cracking.

Strike Three: I punched the ground.

The shockwave launched debris at the creature and tore through its skin, throwing it back against the building.

"Phew..."

I was trying to control my strength, each blow draining my elemental Qi rapidly.

The monster pulled itself from the wall. It smiled—blood dripped from the split side of its face. With four arms, it lashed at once. I raised my gauntlets to block, feeling the sting of pressure not even a fraction compared to before.

Test One: I grabbed one arm and twisted, stepping close. I could feel the raw electricity thrumming through its limbs. My silver hair danced with energy.

"You feel that?" I muttered. It growled in response.

I flung it in the air, then smashed the bastard down straight into the ground.

BOOM!

But it rolled free, rising on all fours, eyes glinting.

Yifei and Liya acted quickly to stop it from fleeing. She slammed her glaive into its back, scorching blade searing the exposed flesh. Liya jammed her halberd into its thigh, then twisted, causing black blood to pool from its legs.

The Brute howled, shifting to fight them, four arms raised to attack.

However, I stepped forward, my knee smashing the Brute’s chin, shattering every bone in its face, before placing my palm on its face and pulling the trigger.

Da-Dang!

The black plates that covered my arms like an exoskeleton spread, and four buckshot shells exploded in the zombie’s face and sent him staggering back.

So I stepped onto the corpse of a Stage Two zombie, pushed off, and soared upward with explosive power. I struck the Brute’s head with a downward hammer blow—blades of Qi splintered through bone and sent it to its knees.

The air smelled like burning blood.

I realised this form was more than strength. It was control—fire burning pain, ice-sharpening clarity, earth-grounding chaos, wind-feeding speed. Every part worked in sync.

The Brute no longer stood a chance.

"Fei-Fei," I said without looking back, "slice its head off."

There wasn’t a snappy response or hesitation; she looked at me with starry eyes and nodded.

Yifei moved in a blur of skin-tight pants and flame.

She rushed past me with a single breath, her glaive lit with fire Qi, spinning it once before she brought the blade down like divine judgement.

The Brute raised its arms to block—too slow.

The glaive carved through its shoulder and neck in one smooth motion. Bone cracked. The head twisted sideways and dangled by a single cord of flesh.

Then it dropped.

Liya let out a slow breath, lowering her weapon. Yifei stood tall, her glaive sizzling, black blood hissing against the metal.

The Brute collapsed. For real this time.

[10,000 EXP]

[5,000 ZKP]

Only silence remained, as I felt the strain of the technique pulling me apart.

The battle form flickered with the last remnants of my Qi burning, and I was still ready to fight.

I stood there, fists clenched, chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. The last echoes of battle faded, but my heartbeat refused to settle.

[Qi Reserves: 2%]

[Primordial Battle Form: Disengaging in 10... 9...]

My muscles twitched. The glow along my veins dimmed with each countdown. The exoskeletal gauntlets cracked and crumbled, falling off in pieces that dissolved before they hit the ground. The heat in my chest faded to a slow burn.

My silver hair began to darken again, strand by strand.

I dropped to one knee—not because I wanted to. My legs gave out, like someone finally cut the strings. Hands hit the ground, blood dripping between my knuckles.

Liya walked over quietly at first.

She didn’t speak, but she just looked at me, then at the Brute’s corpse, and then back again.

"Oi, are you alright?"

"I will be."

Yifei’s lips curled into a wide grin. She crouched before me and handed over a pouch of cold water. Her eyes scanned my face, full of curiosity and... another familiar desire.

"You were glowing, like some kind of super hero..."

"Yeah, did it look cool?"

"Mm, very!"

"I see... but I am so tired now."

I didn’t elaborate because I couldn’t. I wasn’t even sure what the technique meant yet, the form and changes inside me when I used it. I knew nothing about the future and what followed, but I could feel it lingering in my bones.

[Notice: DNA has absorbed residual elemental imprint. Adaption underway.]

[Primordial Qi Constitution—Developing.]

Great.

Another thing I didn’t understand.

I looked up at the sky. Clouds gathered. Thunder rumbled somewhere far off.

"Let’s move," I said, pushing myself back.

"You can barely stand," Liya said flatly.

"I’ve had worse." I turned to them both. "Don’t you need to meet up with your group? How about coming with us?"

"..."

Liya didn’t respond. She bit her lip and turned away, and since I didn’t want to waste time outside, Yifei and I followed in silence.

The biggest thing I gained was the Stage Four Golden Core... it was the size of a tennis ball, almost triple the size of a Stage Three core.

’No way in hell I could swallow this.’

But with the appearance of a Stage Four... it seemed the world would only get worse.

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