Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 85

The bald-headed man’s body froze for a second. His eyes stretched wide, and a sharp breath escaped his lips.

He had just turned to face Jonathan But now... Jonathan wasn’t there, Jonathan was behind him again.

His heart skipped a beat.

"What the hell is going on..." he muttered, and his voice cracked slightly.

He clenched his fists tightly. His face twisted with both anger and confusion. His body, which once felt so sure, now felt cold and unsure. His knees almost buckled, but he held himself still, trying to act like he wasn’t panicking.

Jonathan stood tall behind him again—calm, quiet, and watching, the same place.

Again, Like a ghost, like a shadow that wouldn’t go away.

"You just keep getting annoying!" the bald-headed man shouted as he whipped around in rage, his neck veins tightening. His eyes were red now red from shame, red from fear, red from being toyed with.

But—Jonathan wasn’t there again, the bald-headed man spun all the way around in one wild turn, trying to catch him—Only to find Jonathan behind him.

Again, standing still.

Like before, his fists shaking now, the bald-headed man growled out in disbelief.

"What is this!"

The bald-headed man’s breath got stuck in his throat.

He had just turned again, and he could swear he saw Jonathan behind him—not once, not twice—but now it felt like Jonathan was everywhere, the man’s hands were shaking. His feet moved back a little. He didn’t even realize he was stepping away.

"What the hell is this?" he said, almost like he was asking the air around him for answers.

He stood on the spot, trying his best not to panic. He kept turning, his eyes moving fast, trying to find the real Jonathan. He had trained all his life to sense people’s energy. It had never failed him. But now, he was losing it.

He could feel Jonathan’s energy near him.

But where? his eyes darted left.

Nothing, right.

Nothing, he turned again and his eyes burst wide open, Jonathan, Behind him.

Again.

He spun around fast—only to find another image of Jonathan behind him. His mouth opened in pure shock.

"No way... This isn’t real..."

At that moment his lips trembled, and sweat rolled down his forehead, Jonathan’s image was standing at every angle, every side—like the air itself had taken Jonathan’s shape.

It was the vanishing step, It was working, but even Jonathan knew he couldn’t hold it for long, Then his chest was rising fast. His heart was pounding inside like a drum, and his legs felt like they could go numb at any time.

"Just a little longer..." Jonathan said softly under his breath as he pushed himself harder.

His body wanted to stop, But his spirit didn’t, he knew he had to make this moment count, Jonathan knew the truth deep down.

This man—this bald-headed monster in front of him—was strong. Too strong. His energy felt thick and heavy, like it could crush rocks with just a wave of his hand. Jonathan wasn’t stupid. Going head-to-head with him would be like standing in front of a moving train.He would lose, fast, and badly.

So Jonathan decided not to be the hero that rushes forward like a fool.

No. He would use his brain, he had to.

That’s why he used the vanishing step—to move like the wind, like shadows that had no weight. To become something his enemy couldn’t catch.

He took a deep breath as he focused again, his heart thudding hard in his chest. His legs were starting to feel weak, his arms heavy from pushing so much energy—but he held on, he moved like a whisper behind the bald-headed man, and then he stopped.

He stood right there—quiet, calm, still as a statue, But only for a second, because he knew the man would turn, and that’s exactly what the bald-headed man did.

Thinking he had caught Jonathan for real this time, the man spun around like a storm, throwing out his strongest punch without even thinking twice.

"RAAAAHHHHH!"

BOOM!

His punch ripped through the air like lightning.

But...he hit nothing, absolutely nothing, his eyes widened, his hand was still in the air, but Jonathan wasn’t there, not anymore.

"What?!" the man shouted, confused and angry. His mouth opened wide as he turned his head left and right, trying to figure out where the boy went. His heart skipped.

Jonathan... had disappeared again, his eyes burst open in shock.

Before he could understand what just happened, Jonathan was already behind him again.

Like wind, like a shadow, the bald-headed man felt a cold chill crawl up his back, what is this? he thought. How can this boy move so fast?

His heartbeat got louder in his chest. This shouldn’t be possible. No soldier from Dreamway should be able to move like this. No one!

His eyes darted from left to right. His hands curled into fists.

"You think that would run me down?!" the man yelled with fire in his voice. His voice echoed like thunder across the battlefield.

Without thinking, he spun to the front again and smashed out the same deadly punch, his strongest attack.

BOOM!!!

The air broke apart. A loud sound cracked the sky. The buildings nearby shook like they were scared. Some walls fell in. Windows exploded. Even the street cracked open beneath his feet.

Dust rushed everywhere like smoke from a burning field.

The bald-headed man stood in the middle of it all, chest rising fast, hands tight, mouth open slightly, he waited, he watched, his cheek twitched.

"I got you this time," he whispered to himself, trying to calm the storm in his chest. "You can’t run forever."

But then...His skin felt it first, the heat, the presence, that small, silent pressure of someone standing right behind him, his neck turned stiff.

"No..." he muttered.

At that moment he slowly turned his eyes to the corner, Please don’t be there...But Jonathan was there, Right behind him again, still, Breathing slow, Calm, Eyes sharp, face without fear.

The bald-headed man’s body froze. "What... what is this?!" he shouted, voice cracking slightly now.

At that moment his fingers trembled. His legs didn’t feel right, he turned around again, fast, throwing his strongest attack a second time his final shot, he had no choice, he couldn’t hold back now, he had to try something, Anything.

At that moment The second punch blew wind like a storm. It tore through everything, breaking what was left of the buildings, shaking the ground beneath both their feet.

BOOM!!!

Another loud blast! But right before the power hit its mark—Jonathan vanished again.

"Behind me again?!" the bald-headed man yelled, spinning wildly, he was sweating now, his chest was heavy.

At that moment his heart wasn’t just beating—it was racing, this kid... what is he?! how can someone this young... this low in magical path... make me feel like this? he couldn’t hide the fear anymore, he was using his strongest attack and it was being played with.

"I can’t lose to a Dreamway soldier," he whispered through clenched teeth. "I won’t. Not here. Not now."

But deep inside, something had changed, he was no longer the hunter, he was the one being hunted.

At that moment Jonathan stepped out from the side like a quiet shadow, his boots dragging softly on the dusty ground. His eyes were sharp, focused. His body moved with a calm rhythm, not rushing, not slowing down.

The bald-headed man sensed the movement again, he turned, and there Jonathan was walking toward him, Confident, Strong, Eyes steady like a storm that knew it would strike, Jonathan tilted his head just a little and said quietly, like someone who wasn’t in a rush to shout:

"I wasn’t the one you hit."

The man’s eyes widened fast. His body jerked to turn again, and his right fist launched straight at Jonathan like a rocket, his voice was rough and heavy.

"Now that you voiced out, now I know you’re going to attack!"

At that moment he didn’t waste another second, the veins on his arms thickened, his knuckles cracked loudly, then his lips moved quickly, like someone pulling the trigger on something dangerous, he muttered low but strong:

"Mountainous Fist: Maximum Level."

The air changed instantly, It got heavy, So heavy, even the dust on the ground stopped moving.

At that moment the bald-headed man’s arms started glowing deep brown like the color of ancient rock. His whole body tensed up. The muscles around his shoulders lifted. His spine straightened. His feet dug into the ground like tree roots holding on for life, the earth around him trembled.

Not from fear, but from pressure, Pure pressure, he raised his fist high, and it felt like a small mountain sat in his hand. His face turned dark. His jaw tightened. His breath came out slowly, steam pushing from his nose.

The bald-headed man wasn’t playing anymore, this wasn’t just a punch, It was destruction, he shouted:

"You’ll break like a mountain splitting stone!"