Chapter 245: Destroy The Cursed (62)

Chapter 245"Inferno Vortex," Han muttered, his voice low but firm as he stretched out his hand.

He soared through the sky, his eyes narrowing the instant he saw Ronan, Balor, and Little One being pressed back by the advancing earth warriors.

Without hesitation, he poured an immense surge of energy into the skill, forcing it to the brink of its limits.

A deafening roar split the battlefield as a colossal vortex of blazing fire descended, spiraling downward like a storm of molten fury.

It smashed into the front lines of the earth army with the weight of a falling sun, consuming hundreds of soldiers in a single devastating sweep.

The shockwave sent cracks racing through the earth, leaving the battlefield drowned in smoke, flame, and screams.

The horde faltered—stunned, bewildered by the sudden devastation.

Han’s boots touched the ground softly, almost unfitting for the destruction he had unleashed.

He landed directly before Ronan and the others, his white-and-black hair drifting as if stirred by unseen winds. His glowing blue eyes cut across the three, his expression unreadable.

"Leave. I’ll deal with him," Han said coldly.

Ronan met Han’s gaze. For the briefest moment, a flicker of understanding passed between them. Without a word, he nodded. Balor and Little One followed his lead, retreating toward the rear lines.

Han exhaled slowly, his anger flashing for only a heartbeat before vanishing beneath the still calm that masked his true fury. They’ll be fine, he thought. His gaze then shifted toward the endless tide of earth warriors—and the one hidden among them.

"Why don’t you come out and face me like a real man," Han called, his voice steady, carrying like steel through the air.

A laugh—low, sharp, and venomous—slithered across the battlefield. The mocking tone of Madi, the dark emissary, echoed as if whispered directly into Han’s ear.

"So you are the leader of the Trust Guild... Interesting."

Han’s eyes narrowed, his voice clipped and direct. "Yes. Now come out here. Face me yourself."

But instead of stepping forward, Madi’s laughter deepened into a wicked chuckle.

"Why should I dirty my hands? The earth warriors will be more than enough to crush you. Kill him!"

At his command, the army moved as one. Their shields rose with perfect synchronization, their eyes glowing an ominous yellow as unnatural power coursed through their forms.

The sound of stone and armor grinding filled the air as thousands rushed forward with frightening speed, their movements rivaling even B-rank speedsters.

Han didn’t flinch. He let out a quiet sigh, his disappointment audible. So be it. I wanted to get this over with quickly... but it seems I’ll have to carve my way through them first.

He shifted his stance—not the light, bounding posture of a predator, but something heavier. Aggressive. Brutal. A stance built to shatter.

Flames erupted around him, blazing brighter by the second. His figure blurred, consumed by roaring fire.

But it wasn’t just fire—it was condensing, shrinking, compressing tighter and tighter until the flames turned a dangerous shade of crimson, glowing like molten iron.

The air rippled and twisted under the impossible heat, and beads of sweat that formed on his forehead evaporated before they could fall.

Han ignored the strain. His focus was razor-sharp, his will unyielding. He compressed the flames further, making the energy denser, deadlier, every second adding weight to the devastation he was about to unleashed.

By the time the front lines of earth warriors closed in, their killing intent shaking the battlefield, Han was ready. His eyes gleamed, and he muttered under his breath:

"Let’s end this quickly."

The flames around Han compressed tighter and tighter, every spark collapsing into itself until the fire turned blood-red, glowing like molten steel.

The heat warped the battlefield, air shimmering as if reality itself was about to ignite. Each heartbeat made the power denser, sharper—no longer fire in its raw form, but a condensed storm of destruction.

Han exhaled once, steady, as the charging horde drew close.

"Good. You’ve saved me the trouble of aiming," he muttered.

His foot slammed into the ground, the earth cracking beneath his step as his body blurred forward.

"Thirteenth Jungle Art: Rhino Charge — Flame Style."

The compressed red sphere of fire detonated beneath his kick, propelling him like a burning meteor straight into the advancing army.

The first wave never even had the chance to scream. The moment they were touched by Han’s blazing form, they didn’t burn—they were erased, as if their very existence was carved out of the world.

The next rows weren’t spared; the heat cracked their stone-like bodies, fissures spreading across their armored shells before the flames poured inside, incinerating them from within.

A thunderclap-like explosion followed as the red sphere finally erupted, scattering fragments of fire like shrapnel.

The blast tore through hundreds more, their forms collapsing into molten puddles of earth. Those who survived staggered away, their bodies scorched, their shields half-melted.

Han didn’t stop.

His body shot forward again, closing the gap with phantom-like speed. He appeared in front of the nearest earth soldier, his fist twisting as it drove straight through its chest.

Even without calling upon Tiger Punch, the raw force obliterated its already-weakened core. The soldier collapsed instantly into dust and sludge.

The very next moment, Han blurred again—his figure vanishing, then reappearing before another warrior.

His palm struck its head with surgical precision. The stone helmet cracked, shattered, and exploded, its body collapsing before it could even react.

Han moved like a phantom, weaving through the horde, striking with brutal efficiency. Heads rolled. Bodies cracked and melted. Each movement was deliberate, fast, merciless.

Yet... something was wrong.

Extremely wrong...

To be continued....

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