Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 64

Without warning, he moved—his hands shooting forward in a blur of speed, a surge of magical force forming between his palms. His power was raw now, wild, untamed.

He was going to end it, Evan saw it coming, But he didn’t move back.

He moved forward.

And in the very moment Jake’s arms extended, Evan’s body vanished from its spot and reappeared in a blink.

Right in front of him, Grabbing both of Jake’s wrists.

The entire battlefield fell into stillness.

Jake’s eyes widened—not in fear, but in disbelief. No one had ever closed the distance on him like that. No one had ever stopped his spell mid-cast. No one.

But Evan... Evan was smiling.

That familiar, tired, confident smile.

"I told you... didn’t I?" he whispered.

Before Jake could react, Evan’s body ignited with a sudden, blinding burst of radiant energy—his own signature aura, but heavier, sharper, more refined than ever before.

He wasn’t holding back anymore.

Not now, not after what Jake had done.

With both hands locked on Jake’s wrists, Evan’s voice rang out like thunder.

He was unleashing his ultimate attack.

Captain Jake’s eyes widened—his mind struggling to process what had just happened.

How? how did Evan move that fast?

One moment, Jake was ready to end the fight, arms raised with energy charging between his palms. The next, Evan was already in front of him, gripping his wrists and staring into his eyes like a man who had been waiting for this moment all along.

It wasn’t just speed, It was precision, Confidence.

Timing.

Jake barely had time to react before Evan’s energy surged to an entirely new level.

His aura burst outward like a sonic wave, the air compressing under the weight of it. The atmosphere around them seemed to still, like reality itself was holding its breath.

Evan’s voice cut through the silence like thunder.

"Colossal Punch!"

"Maximum Level!"

In that single second, his body shifted—all of his energy pulled into one arm, one motion, one final explosive strike.

His fist came crashing forward with a roar, straight toward Captain Jake’s face, and the sheer pressure behind it caused the air to seize. A heavy silence fell for a half-second—no sound, no movement, just a violent charge building to a peak.

Then—BOOOOM!

The punch collided.

Jake’s body rocked backward slightly from the force. His eyes flickered with shock as the world around them shook. The ground beneath their feet cracked, and dust rose like smoke around their boots.

It was a C-ranked skill, but it hit like something far beyond its level.

The energy wasn’t just magic—it was will, sharpened and compressed into that single, unrelenting blow.

Jake’s expression twitched, For the first time, he wasn’t smiling.

His voice came low, breath slightly strained.

"Impressive..."

And in that moment he reacted.

With a quick twist of his shoulder, he unleashed his own attack, his body glowing with a darker hue. His palms pulsed with force, and he brought up his arm to counter the punch—head-on.

The two forces collided with a devastating crack that tore through the battlefield.

The impact between their attacks sent shockwaves rippling through the air. The entire surrounding atmosphere vibrated violently, trees shook in the distance, and the earth trembled beneath them.

Both fighters stood firm, locked in the moment.

Neither backing down, Neither showing weakness.

The battlefield had become a war of raw force—and only one of them would walk away standing.

Captain Jake remained on his feet, unmoved.

The dust had barely settled from the explosive clash, yet he stood tall, shoulders firm, his posture straight—a wall that hadn’t crumbled. His eyes were locked on the man before him, the only sign of strain being a faint shimmer across his arm where Evan’s punch had landed.

In front of him, Captain Evan dropped to his knees, breath ragged, his right arm trembling from the force he had just unleashed.

It had taken everything.

He knelt in silence, head lowered, his aura flickering like a dying flame.

Jake’s eyes twitched slightly, his cheek lifting with a cruel smile as he looked down at his opponent.

"See?" Jake said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "No matter what you do, Evan... you’re still a loser."

He stepped forward slowly, the ground cracking beneath his boots with each step. He was ready to end it—to crush what was left of Dreamway’s so-called pride.

"You came all this way just to kneel like a dog—"

Tap.

Jake froze.

A hand touched his shoulder—lightly, casually, like a whisper against his skin.

His eyes widened, he turned, slowly, and there was Ezra.

Standing beside him, a flicker of heat surged in the air.

"C-Ranked Skill," Ezra said softly, a calm grin on his face.

"Fearless Flames: Level 7."

Jake’s pupils shrank.

His mouth opened slightly in disbelief.

What? Suddenly, he understood.

Evan’s punch... wasn’t the real attack.

It was a distraction, a bold, explosive feint—designed to force Jake’s full defense, to draw all his attention and energy in one direction while the real strike crept in silently from behind.

Jake’s brows furrowed deeply, he knew his punch wouldn’t finish me... so why waste it?

And now, he realized the answer.

Because Evan hadn’t wasted it. He had played his role perfectly, sacrificing power to lower Jake’s guard—luring him into a false sense of triumph.

And now, standing just inches behind him, Ezra’s palm was glowing—pulsing with wild, flickering flames that wrapped around his arm like living fire.

And not just any fire, this was Fearless Flames.

A specialized burning technique that didn’t strike like normal fire—it infiltrated, it invaded, it burned from within. It wasn’t about breaking shields or overpowering defenses.

It was about consuming the spirit.

Jake could sense the power gathering now, and though it was nothing compared to Evan’s earlier punch... it carried something else.

Precision. Timing. Punishment, he had fallen for it.

The wrong plan all along, Captain Jake stood frozen for half a second—his mind trying to process the motion.

He couldn’t comprehend it.

One second, he was standing victorious, mocking Evan for falling to his knees. The next, Ezra’s hand was glowing against his shoulder, flames swirling with an intensity that didn’t match its calm delivery.

And then—

BOOM!

The explosion wasn’t thunderous in sound—but in force.

Ezra’s Fearless Flames: Level 7 struck directly into Jake’s chest with a concentrated pulse. It wasn’t a wide blast—it was narrow, sharp, and deliberate. The impact lit up the front of his body like a flash of lightning in the night.

Jake’s eyes widened for a heartbeat, then the force hit home.

He staggered back, arms swinging slightly as he tried to regain balance. His boots scraped hard across the battlefield, dragging in the dust, leaving behind heavy trails. It wasn’t a dramatic fall—but it was the first time anyone had pushed him back.

He finally came to a stop several feet away, his hand resting on his chest where the flames had hit.

He blinked... then smiled, a wide, toothy, arrogant grin spread across his face.

"You thought that little attack of yours would be able to bring me down?!" Jake bellowed, his laughter ringing out once more. "Was that the best you had? A coordinated ambush just to scratch my uniform?"

His voice was louder now, almost triumphant.

He turned his eyes from Ezra to Evan, but just as he did—Captain Evan stood back up.

Blood still stained his lip, but his eyes were calm... too calm.

And the small smile playing at the corner of his mouth wasn’t one of defeat—it was one of satisfaction.

"We weren’t aiming to bring you down," Evan said quietly, brushing the dust from his sleeves.

He raised his head and looked Jake in the eye.

"We were aiming for your uniform."

When Evan uttered those quiet but deliberate words—"We were aiming for your uniform."—Captain Jake’s grin faltered.

A subtle crease formed between his brows as he instinctively looked down.

For the first time in this battle... he felt uncertainty.

His gaze dropped to the front of his uniform, where Ezra’s flames had struck—and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The fabric that once held his battle armor tight against his chest was cracking.

No, not just cracking disintegrating.

Small, burning holes appeared along the enchanted symbols stitched across his chest, and with a sudden snap, the energy core embedded into the fabric burst into sparks, its runes blinking out like dying stars.

Then, without warning—The entire upper half of his uniform fell to the ground, hitting the earth with a lifeless thud.

Jake stood bare-chested, exposed, vulnerable. The enchanted armor—handcrafted with reinforced mana fibers, woven with defensive spells, and bound to his power—was gone.

And just as the realization dawned on him—

Evan moved, he didn’t wait.

There was no pause.

Jake had only begun to process what had happened when Evan appeared in front of him—like a ghost rising through smoke.

"Now for the real show," Evan said calmly, his voice sharper than ever before.

Without giving Jake time to brace himself, Evan’s aura surged like a tidal wave, flames of compressed energy radiating outward in violent pulses. The ground cracked beneath his feet, air turning still, thick—and then gone.

The battlefield fell into silence as Evan drew back his fist.

And then he spoke:

"Colossal Punch: Level 10."