Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 72

The pressure hit like gravity multiplied by ten.

All across the shattered remains of Baytorn, every soldier dropped to their knees at once—faces to the dirt, hands trembling. Dreamway and Alphacrest alike were powerless against the weight of that command.

Their bodies weren’t responding to their will anymore.

It was domination, a flex of Jake’s aura turned the entire battlefield into a kingdom—and he was the tyrant at its center.

Jonathan gritted his teeth, muscles straining against the unseen weight pressing down on his shoulders.

Jake’s voice echoed again, darker this time.

"I will kill you all like hopeless chickens," he said coldly, each word dipped in venom.

He stepped forward with slow, terrifying certainty, his heavy boots crushing stones with every stride.

His first target? Jonathan.

Everyone was shocked to the bone.

It was as if the very sky had bent.

The moment Jake released the full energy of the Titan Whale, the ground cracked beneath their feet. A vicious, invisible force spread across Baytorn like a storm with no mercy.

Soldiers from both Dreamway and Alphacrest had no time to react. One second they were standing—the next, they were on their knees, their faces nearly buried in the dirt, gasping for breath.

It was as if a mountain had dropped onto their backs.

Even Evan, whose pride as captain refused to bow, couldn’t keep himself from collapsing to one knee, his fists clenched tight, his entire body trembling.

Ezra, still recovering, groaned faintly and couldn’t even lift his head.

The younger soldiers panicked inwardly. Their bodies felt heavy—heavier than gravity should allow. Their magic was useless. Their limbs were like stone.

The air buzzed. It screamed.

It hurt, this wasn’t just energy... it was domination.

Captain Jake stood tall in the middle of the wrecked battlefield, his arms folded across his chest. His white glowing eyes surveyed the chaos with sick satisfaction.

"This is the full power of the Titan Whale," Jake said, voice calm but carrying like a war drum. "There’s no standing up to it. No escape. Only kneeling."

He turned his gaze to Jonathan, who had dropped to both knees just like the others.

Jake began to walk toward him, the cracked ground shattering more with each step.

"You wanted to act brave. Now look at you," Jake sneered. "I’ll crush that spine of yours into dust—"

But then... he paused, his smile faltered, Because Jonathan... was standing up.

Slowly. Powerfully. Unafraid.

He rose like someone lifting the world off their shoulders. His eyes were calm. His breath steady.

All around him, the force of Jake’s aura still crushed the others—but not him.

He stood tall.

His uniform was still torn, blood smeared across his face, and his body screamed with pain—but his will? Stronger than ever.

Jake’s lips parted slightly in disbelief.

Jonathan dusted his palms together, the sound crisp in the silent, crushed atmosphere. He looked at Jake with a faint smile and tilted his head.

"That," Jonathan said calmly, his voice cutting through the pressure like a sword, "is one hell of an energy pressure."

Jonathan stood tall, his body glowing with an intense orange energy that pulsed like fire caught in motion. His eyes narrowed with focus. Dust swirled around him in defiance of Jake’s crushing aura, as if the world itself had bent to Jonathan’s will.

"Body Slam," Jonathan muttered under his breath.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t boastful, but it was absolute.

A pulse of raw energy rippled from his body like a shockwave. The ground cracked beneath his feet, not from Jake’s pressure—but from his own rising force. His veins lit with the energy of his magic, and for a brief moment, he looked like a warrior carved from ancient fire and iron.

Captain Jake’s eyes widened, that wasn’t supposed to happen.

No one, no one, was supposed to stand up from the Titan Whale’s full aura pressure unless they had crossed into the Grandmaster realm.

Jake gritted his teeth.

"Impossible..." he muttered under his breath.

Jonathan was still in the fourth stage of his magical path. That level wasn’t even halfway to the threshold of Grandmaster! Yet, here he was, standing tall, his aura clashing with Jake’s. No, not clashing—breaking through it.

It wasn’t logical, It wasn’t explainable, It was madness.

Jake’s expression darkened as disbelief turned to rage. His pupils shrunk. His hands curled into fists so tight the veins popped along his arms. The fact that Jonathan had broken through his pressure wasn’t just an insult—it was an act of war. It shattered the superiority Jake believed he had. The fear he had forced upon others—Jonathan rejected it.

With a sharp, violent snarl, Jake stamped his foot into the ground with a thunderous boom. A crater formed beneath him, energy pulsing around him like an erupting volcano.

"You..." Jake roared, his voice filled with venom, "I’ll kill you!"

Then—he launched forward.

Faster than a bullet, heavier than a tank, Jake became a force of nature, barreling straight toward Jonathan like a beast intent on obliteration.

He said he was going to kill Jonathan.

At that moment Jonathan didn’t waste a second.

As the air around them trembled with Jake’s furious momentum, Jonathan bent his knees slightly, grounding himself with unwavering focus. His arms shifted into a tight stance. The glowing lines of energy that had wrapped around his body before began to pulse again—faster, stronger, and brighter now, as though his will alone was forcing his body beyond its limits.

In the middle of the chaos, Jonathan’s eyes flickered sideways, meeting the figure lying on the floor just a few feet away—Evan, bruised and panting, still recovering.

Jonathan narrowed his eyes, his voice calm despite the roaring storm of magic surrounding them.

"I will create the opening now," he said—quiet, but full of certainty.

Evan looked up at him. Their eyes met. That one look was all it took—Evan understood.

Jonathan turned back, his legs already in motion. He launched himself forward like a cannonball, surging toward Jake, who now looked like a storm given form—powerful, merciless, and completely enraged.

Jake’s gaze sharpened the moment he saw Jonathan move. His eyebrows lowered so tightly they nearly shadowed his entire eyes. He clenched his jaw.

"You’re still moving?" he growled. "You don’t know when to die."

Then, with speed and force that split the ground beneath his boots, Jake slammed his fist forward.

The air twisted violently as the titan-enhanced punch screamed toward Jonathan like a wrecking ball.

But Jonathan didn’t flinch, he let out a breath—slow and steady—and pushed his energy outward in defiance.

"Body Slam!" he shouted again.

A dome of orange energy surrounded him, cushioning his body just enough to absorb the brunt of Jake’s incoming attack. The two forces met with a deafening impact, sending out a pressure wave that ripped trees from their roots and knocked debris flying in every direction.

The ground beneath them cracked. Lightning-like fissures spread under Jonathan’s feet as his legs buckled from the sheer power pressing against him. Blood trickled from his lip, but his stance held.

He gritted his teeth, he wasn’t doing this to win.

He was doing this to create a moment—a window.

Jonathan knew if he could land just one solid strike, the energy of the Titan Whale that Jake had absorbed would become unstable. It was a risky bet, but he had no other choice.

His heart pounded like a war drum.

One hit. That was all he needed.

And then—Evan would be free to finish this.

Jonathan could feel the energy humming in his limbs. He shifted his body slightly, readying his final push. His fist drew back as Jake prepared another attack.

All he needed was to hit Jake one time so the Titan Whale energy would disappear and Evan would have the opportunity to take Jake down himself.

Jake’s rage deepened with every passing second.

He roared like a beast denied victory, lashing out at Jonathan again and again—three thunderous attacks in rapid succession, each one carrying the monstrous force of the Titan Whale’s borrowed strength.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The air cracked under the weight of Jake’s fury.

But Jonathan—though bruised, though nearly out of breath—dodged them all.

He weaved to the left, ducked under a hammering fist, and then launched himself into a backward roll to avoid the final blow. Dust exploded from beneath his heels, his eyes sharp and steady like a predator zeroing in on its opening.

Then he saw it—a single exposed weakness.

Without hesitation, Jonathan changed his stance. His arms tensed, his back arched slightly as energy surged from his core to his fists. He shot forward and drove his fist directly into Jake’s leg with explosive precision.

"Combo Punch!" Jonathan called out.

His knuckles struck bone with crushing force.

Jake’s eyes widened as pain tore through his leg like wildfire. The sheer impact threw his balance off. For a split second, the mighty Titan Whale host nearly collapsed.

His right foot scraped backward, his knees trembled—but Jake refused to fall.

He growled like a wounded titan and regained his footing, rage swelling even more violently inside him.

"YOU INSOLENT FOOL!" he bellowed.