Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 73

In that instant, Jake raised both arms and slammed them down toward Jonathan with bone-crushing intent.

"Titan Whale Slam!"

A colossal wave of energy burst from Jake’s body and rushed at Jonathan like a collapsing mountain. The very ground trembled beneath its weight.

Jonathan’s eyes widened—but only for a heartbeat.

He planted his feet, grit his teeth, and in one flawless motion, twisted his body upward.

BOOM!

"Fury Fist: Ultra Plus!"

His fist launched upward in a sharp arc and struck Jake’s jaw with brutal force.

CRACK!

Jake’s head jerked back violently from the hit, his entire body jerking like a puppet cut from its strings. The energy from his own slam was instantly disrupted, scattering like shattered glass into the air.

Jake’s limbs trembled.

His eyes blinked in shock.

The motion caused Jake to be completely vulnerable.

Jake was stunned—completely and utterly stunned.

The weight of what had just happened pressed down on his mind harder than any physical blow. He couldn’t believe Jonathan had responded so quickly, so flawlessly, like he had anticipated his movement all along.

But what unsettled Jake even more... was where Jonathan chose to strike.

He hadn’t gone for the chest—where the Titan Whale’s core energy swirled like an armor of rage. He hadn’t gone for the head—where Jake would’ve been alert and prepared for a defensive counter.

He went for the legs.

A move so unorthodox, it bypassed every layer of his mental preparation. No prideful warrior aimed for the legs—not when your opponent’s chest was wide open. And yet Jonathan did... and it worked.

Jake staggered again just from the memory of the strike.

It was surgical. Precise, and above all, intentional.

That realization sank deep into Jake’s chest. Jonathan didn’t want to kill him, at least not yet. He was creating an opening—deliberately targeting Jake’s foundation, not to finish the fight himself, but to make Jake vulnerable.

Jake’s eyes slowly widened.

"If he wasn’t planning to finish the job..." he muttered under his breath, a drop of sweat sliding down his temple, "then... who is?"

He immediately looked around, his aura flaring up, scanning the battlefield with his energy senses.

There! In the distance, a flicker of breath, a spark of life—Captain Evan, struggling to rise from one knee, his body battered but still glowing faintly with dormant energy.

Jake’s pupils narrowed.

"No," he whispered to himself, shaking his head violently. "No one... no one should be able to rise under this pressure. That’s impossible."

And yet, something was wrong. Jake could feel it—his aura had dropped. Not by much, but enough for a trained opponent to feel the difference.

Jonathan’s attack had weakened his force field.

His Titan Whale pressure—the aura that had forced an entire team to their knees—had cracked slightly from that well-placed hit to his leg.

It was like Jonathan had struck at the foundation of a towering mountain, shaking it from below, rather than chipping at the peak.

Jake’s breathing quickened as this terrible truth unfolded in his mind.

Could someone stand now? Could someone take advantage of this moment?

"No..." he gritted out, voice darkening.

He refused to believe it.

Even if the pressure had dropped a little, it was still more than enough to keep everyone pinned. None of them were grandmasters. None of them had the right to rise.

He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging with anger and disbelief.

His eyes fixed on Jonathan, who was still standing tall, unwavering in the face of madness.

Jake’s lip curled as he growled, stepping forward.

"You are a fool!"

Jake staggered back a few steps, the pain shooting up from his leg like lightning. He growled low, then let out a half-chuckle, more out of disbelief than amusement.

"You could’ve just gone for the stomach if you didn’t know where to hit!" Jake said through clenched teeth, shaking his head, still trying to recover his posture.

His laughter was bitter, his pride bruised more than his body. But even then, he still forced a grin onto his face, as if mocking Jonathan’s choice of target.

Jonathan remained quiet.

He stood still like a statue, but his shoulders were heaving heavily. The toll of battle had clearly begun to set in, and the glow around his body had dimmed to a faint flicker.

Finally, he spoke, his voice tired but steady.

"I trust my comrade will finish the work."

His words carried something heavy. Not just belief—but certainty. Like a man who knew his role was complete.

Then, with a deep exhale, Jonathan dropped to his knees.

The sound of his body hitting the ground echoed through the wreckage around them.

Jake’s eyes lit up at the sight.

"Ah! That’s more like it," he said with a wicked grin, licking his dry lips slowly. "Let me finish what I started, then."

He took one step forward, but never made it to the second, without warning, his legs buckled.

Jake collapsed to his own knees—just like Jonathan. Only this time, it wasn’t intentional. His hands hit the dirt as he gasped in shock, the world around him spinning wildly.

His eyes shot wide open.

"W-What...?!"

It made no sense.

His Titan Whale-enhanced body... shouldn’t falter. His legs shouldn’t shake. His aura should be overwhelming. But now?

Now it was gone.

The swirling energy that surrounded him moments ago sputtered out like a candle flame snuffed by the wind.

His breathing turned ragged, his eyes darted from left to right, why couldn’t he feel his energy?

And then it hit him.

Jonathan’s punch. The one to his legs. It had disrupted something deep. Something vital.

He tried to stand—but his muscles refused to listen.

His entire force field had collapsed.

His pride... his power... his control...

All vanished.

The once-unstoppable titan was on his knees, no longer a god on the battlefield—but just a man, vulnerable and exposed.

Jake’s trembling hands pressed against the cracked ground, and with panic setting into his voice, he muttered in disbelief:

"My energy... it stopped flowing..."

And as he tried again to force it back—nothing came.

The force field dropped at that moment.

Jake was stunned.

Completely frozen—not from fear, but from the sheer disbelief of what had just occurred.

His body had betrayed him. One moment, he was towering like a god, energy roaring through his veins, and the next, he was on his knees, the force field that made him untouchable... gone.

Snatched away, he couldn’t feel his aura anymore. It wasn’t suppressed—it had completely vanished.

His lungs heaved, trying to pull in more air than they could handle. His eyes darted around, trying to find something—anything—to stabilize himself.

Then he saw it, A blur in the corner of his vision.

Charging like a bullet.

Captain Evan.

His eyes widened, evan was no longer moving like a man holding back.

His face was sharp. Determined. Lips pressed tight, jaw clenched, sweat trailing behind him in the air.

This was the moment, this was what they had been fighting for.

Jake could feel it in the air—the kind of pressure that only came when a man was ready to risk everything on a single blow.

Evan’s entire being screamed one thing:

"Finish it."

Jake’s heart thundered in his chest. The ground beneath him trembled—not from power, but from dread. His dread.

He tried to lift his arm.

Nothing, tried to summon his energy, Nothing, Tried to run, nothing, his body wouldn’t respond.

Jake had always believed himself to be untouchable. The apex predator. But now, as he watched Evan dash toward him like a man possessed, for the first time in years, Jake felt fear.

Raw. Icy. Paralyzing fear.

Because he knew—If Evan reached him now...He would die.

Jake knew he had no choice.

He couldn’t stand, he couldn’t move, but he still had one last card to play.

With a sharp, strained breath, he pulled what little control he had left over his broken body and forced his core to react.

A violent wave of aura pressure burst from him in all directions like a collapsing star.

The ground shattered, Dust rose, the very air around him screamed, and just like that—Evan froze.

His feet stopped. Muscles tightened. His fists clenched mid-motion as if an invisible chain had locked him in place.

The battlefield went quiet for a heartbeat—then it erupted.

Cries. Shouts. Screams.

"MOVE!"

"DON’T STOP!"

"EVAN!!"

His comrades, his friends—every soldier on the ground began yelling from every corner of the Baytorn base, broken as it was.

Their voices tore through the pressure like arrows.

And Evan—gritting his teeth so hard his jaw trembled—moved.

He took one step, then another.

Jake’s eyes widened in disbelief. "No... this can’t be happening."

Evan’s legs shook. His body cracked under the weight of Jake’s aura. But still, he kept pushing.

He broke through it, one heavy step at a time.

Jake tried to retreat. But his body wouldn’t move. His strength had run dry. His fear only grew louder.

And then—Evan reached him, there was no hesitation, there was no mercy, Just one word, shouted like a war cry that could split the heavens.

"B ranked skill!"

"Power Bomb!"

Evan roared as he slammed his fist to Jake’s face.