Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 63

And just as the words left his mouth—

WHAM!

Jonathan’s leg shot forward in a blur of speed, and his foot slammed hard against Paul’s side.

Paul didn’t even try to evade it. He braced his body, fully confident it would bounce off like all the others.

But the moment Jonathan’s kick landed—

CRRACKK! The earth armor around Paul’s body began to fracture.

His eyes widened in confusion.

What? Then—BOOM!

Jonathan’s leg twisted midair, channeling energy as he spun, and his voice rang out with precision and force:

"Spinning Kick: Level 5."

The impact surged through Paul’s entire body. It was like being hit by a mountain in motion.

The magic runes on his armor flashed once... then shattered.

His entire earth defense crumbled to the ground like glass under pressure.

Paul stumbled backward, stunned, pain radiating through his chest as the wind was knocked out of him.

He didn’t even get the chance to gasp.

Because Jonathan was already in the air—descending like a shadow.

With one final motion, he raised his fist and brought it crashing down directly onto Paul’s face.

"C-Ranked Skill."

"C-Ranked Skill: Spinning Kick!"

"Level 5."

Jonathan’s voice echoed like thunder across the battlefield.

His leg spun through the air with terrifying speed, infused with layered magical energy and deadly precision. The wind screamed as the power surged from his body, his foot slicing through space like a blade.

CRACK!

His heel smashed squarely into Paul’s face with devastating force.

The sound of the impact boomed louder than anything that had come before it.

Paul’s eyes widened—he didn’t even have time to comprehend what had just hit him.

Too fast. Too powerful. Too real.

Then—he flew.

His entire body lifted off the ground like a ragdoll caught in a storm. He soared backward at an angle, helpless, limbs flailing mid-air, until he slammed violently into the stone building behind him.

BOOOOOM!

The wall of the structure caved in completely, rubble collapsing on top of him. A thunderous cloud of dust erupted as debris scattered across the battlefield.

The force of the impact rippled across the field like a wave, shaking the earth beneath everyone’s feet.

And then—silence.

Paul didn’t rise.

He didn’t groan.

He didn’t move.

He lay at the base of the shattered building, his body broken, eyes closed, blood trickling from his mouth.

Dead.

Not even his legendary earth magic defense could save him from the raw force behind that final strike.

Across the field, Willow stared in disbelief.

She slowly pushed herself up from the ground, her hands trembling slightly as she stood on unsteady feet.

Her lips parted.

Her eyes locked on Jonathan, who stood in the middle of the battlefield, not a single scratch on his body, his expression calm and unreadable—as if nothing remarkable had just happened.

But everything about what just happened was unbelievable.

She looked toward the crushed remains of Paul’s defense, the five destroyed earth soldiers, the collapsed building, and finally back to Jonathan—who hadn’t even broken a sweat.

He did it...He defeated Paul.

Effortlessly, Willow’s thoughts spiraled. Paul wasn’t just strong—he was feared. He had stood at the top of Alphacrest’s warriors, second only to Jake. Even she had believed no one on their team could go toe-to-toe with him without serious backup.

But Jonathan had done it, Alone, Without injury, Without losing control.

No wonder... she thought, heart pounding.

No wonder the commander insisted Jonathan join the team. He knew. Somehow... he knew this wasn’t just a soldier.

This was a weapon, Jonathan’s boots pressed softly against the ground as the dust settled around him.

He stood tall—his body relaxed, his breathing steady—like someone who had simply taken a walk through a battlefield rather than just dismantled one of the most dangerous warriors Alphacrest had to offer.

With Paul’s broken body lying still in the ruins behind him, Jonathan slowly turned around.

His movements weren’t rushed. There was no need for speed anymore.

And as he faced her—Willow—his sharp, focused eyes softened just slightly.

His right arm lifted. His hand came up in a crisp, perfectly executed salute. His voice was calm, respectful, but still carried the strength of everything he had just done.

"Are you alright, Ma?" he asked.

Willow blinked, For a moment, she didn’t respond.

She stood there, still trying to breathe normally, still caught in the storm of thoughts raging inside her. How did this happen? How had she fought beside Jonathan so long and never realized what he truly was?

A force like that... shouldn’t go unnoticed, Yet he had hidden it. Perfectly.

Her lips moved but no sound came out. Finally, with her eyes still wide and her mind still spinning, she subconsciously nodded—not once, but again and again.

She kept nodding, like her body was answering before her brain could even process the question.

Jonathan watched her just long enough to ensure she was steady. And once he was sure—once he saw that she could stand on her own—he lowered his hand.

Without saying another word, he turned again, But this time, his gaze lifted.

And it locked onto the final obstacle standing between peace and more chaos:

Captain Jake, the leader of the Alphacrest Elite Forces.

The one who had watched it all.

The one who had laughed, The one who had waited for this moment, Jonathan’s eyes narrowed, His expression shifted—not with anger, but with purpose, No more distractions. No more second guesses.

It was time to end this.

It was time to end this madness.

**

Captain Jake stood with his arms folded across his chest, his back straight, and his gaze locked coldly on the two figures sprawled on the battlefield before him.

A slow smirk crept across his face, lifting his cheeks to his eyes as if he were genuinely amused by the scene. The smirk wasn’t forced. It was full of confidence, full of ridicule—full of victory.

At his feet lay Captain Evan and Ezra, both bruised, battered, and gasping for breath. Dust covered their uniforms, and the ground beneath them was cracked and torn from their earlier attacks. But despite all their effort, all their strategy, all their strength—they hadn’t even managed to touch him.

"So you two are the strongest in the team?" Jake said, his voice sharp like broken glass, echoing across the broken field.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yet you couldn’t even leave a scratch on my body. Not one. What kind of team is this?"

He chuckled as he shook his head.

"Dreamway’s pride... what a joke."

The words were like knives in Evan’s ears.

He slowly—painfully—pushed himself off the ground, his hand pressing into the dirt to steady his weight. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his shoulders shook, not just from the pain—but from the weight of realization.

He looked up at Jake, who still hadn’t moved a step since the fight began. Not one bruise. Not one rip in his coat. Just standing there, like a king who had already won the war. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Evan had miscalculated.

Badly.

He had known Captain Jake was strong—arrogant, maybe—but powerful, yes.

But not like this, this wasn’t just talent, this wasn’t just training,This was something else, Evan’s eyes narrowed, his breathing steadying as his mind raced.

He’s been hiding it, Evan thought. From the beginning, he’s been compressing his power.

Not just for strategy. Not just for control, But to observe. To measure. To play with them, And even more unsettling—Evan realized something else, Jake’s current power... the overwhelming strength he had just witnessed...It still wasn’t everything.

There was more, A deeper layer. A darker well. Something buried beneath that smug grin and folded arms. Evan could feel it in his bones, like a shadow still waiting to be cast.

And from the look of it... even Jake’s own comrades didn’t know how deep that power ran.

The bastard wasn’t just dangerous.

He was terrifying.

Evan stood up fully at that moment, his shoulders squared, his breathing slow but steady. Blood still clung to the corner of his lips, and his arms trembled slightly from the pain coursing through his body—but his eyes... his eyes were sharp.

Focused, Unshaken.

He looked straight at Captain Jake, not flinching under the weight of the man’s power, and said, "You can call us a shit team, a weak one... say whatever you want."

He took a step forward, voice firm and steady.

"But at the end of the day, we’re the ones who are still going to end up victorious."

Captain Jake stared at him for a moment, And then—he burst out laughing.

It wasn’t a polite chuckle or an amused smirk. It was a full-bodied, mocking roar that echoed across the battlefield.

"Nonsense!!" Jake barked, his chest rising with each breath between his laughter. "You? Victorious? Against me?! Evan, you’ve gone mad!"

But his laughter didn’t last long.

His smile faded slowly... deliberately.

The amusement in his eyes turned into something colder, something that stripped away the mask he had worn until now. His expression darkened, and his jaw tightened.