Reborn as a Transcendent

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It’s our win!

Both Hank and Doug were already picturing Yaeger’s head bursting apart, her body torn into countless pieces by the raging storm of his attack.

‘This is one of my signature ultimate techniques. Countless Pinnacle Masters have fallen to this move. Consider yourself honored, woman!' As his massive fist closed in on Yaeger’s head, Hank smirked, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

However… In the very next instant, his smile vanished. His eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils constricting as a surge of shock flooded his chest.

His devastating fist, capable of shattering marble, had been stopped dead in its tracks—mere centimeters from Yaeger’s head. It was as though an invisible vice had locked his fist in place!

The moment his attack was halted, the powerful gust of wind accompanying it dispersed violently, kicking up dust in all directions.

Stunned! Both Hank and Doug were utterly stupefied! The attack they had been so certain would kill her outright had been completely nullified. Not only was she unscathed—it was as if nothing had even happened. It defied belief!

At that moment, Hank’s gaze fell on the thing that had stopped his attack. It was a translucent, semi-ethereal tentacle!

"Materialized Internal Strength. Impressive technique!" Hank shouted, channeling a surge of energy to dissipate the tentacle in an instant. Without hesitation, he leaped back, creating a safe distance between himself and Yaeger.

"The second strike," Yaeger said with a calm smile. "You’ve only got one left."

Hank’s expression darkened as he shifted into a combat stance once more, his body tensed and ready.

"I’ll admit, woman, I underestimated you. To materialize Internal Strength to such a degree… you’re no ordinary Pinnacle Master," Hank said, his tone grave. He realized he had no choice but to reassess his opponent. His expression grew increasingly solemn.

‘So the reports were true. She’s an elite even among Pinnacle Masters. She’s worthy of my strongest technique,' Hank thought, his resolve hardening.

At that moment, Hank resolved to unleash his full strength in his next strike. This woman had to die.

"Dragon!" Hank lowered his stance and stepped forward, stomping his left foot into the ground with such force that the concrete fractured into a sprawling web of cracks. He drew his right hand back deliberately, curling his fingers into the shape of claws.

"Tiger!" he declared, his left hand mirroring the clawed position of his right. However, the angle and tension in his clawed hands were subtly different this time.

"Shattering Might!" Hank roared as both Doug and Yaeger felt his aura grow more chaotic and ferocious with every passing second. The air around them seemed to reverberate with the phantom roars of dragons and tigers.

"Interesting," Yaeger murmured, nodding with a hint of satisfaction. If the attack had been too weak, she wouldn’t have even bothered preparing to block it.

"Hahaha! This is the end for you, b̲i̲t̲c̲h̲!" Doug cackled maniacally, his face twisted with glee.

At this moment, Hank could clearly feel the sheer lethality of his attack. It was highly probable that the woman would be reduced to mincemeat, meeting an irreversible and gruesome end!

‘Finally, I’ll get to see her die in agony!' Doug thought, his mind consumed with glee as he relished the grim spectacle he imagined.

A thunderous roar of a dragon and the ferocious howl of a tiger reverberated through the air simultaneously, sounding even more vivid and lifelike than before! As Yaeger observed closely, a translucent green dragon’s head materialized around Hank’s right hand, while a shimmering white tiger’s head formed on his left.

As the dragon and tiger heads fully manifested, Hank’s aura surged to its peak, exuding unparalleled ferocity.

"Die!" Hank roared, thrusting both hands forward and unleashing his devastating attack straight at Yaeger.

Even before the attack reached its target, its overwhelming aura shattered the concrete beneath it, sending shards of debris flying in all directions.

Doug felt a cold chill crawl down his spine as he trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the sheer terror of Hank’s attack.

‘This… Is this even humanly possible?' Doug wondered, his heart pounding with disbelief. His initial shock quickly gave way to exhilaration. After all, that vile woman would soon be shredded to pieces and meet a gruesome demise!

"Impressive. Among the Martial Artists and Transcendents I’ve encountered, you rank among the strongest. You’ve earned my praise." Calmly facing the devastating Dragon-Tiger Shattering Might technique, Yaeger casually clapped her hands before extending one toward the attack.

Her aura surged outward, forming a spherical barrier that surrounded her completely. At that very moment, Hank’s terrifying attack came crashing down.

A deafening boom erupted as the dragon and tiger heads slammed into the [Sphere]. The resulting impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, obliterating part of the nearby forest and hurling Doug through the air.

Chunks of debris were flung in every direction as thick clouds of dust billowed into the air.

"Huff… Huff… She’s dead. That took… all my strength," Hank muttered, his hands trembling and his face pale as he stared at the swirling dust cloud ahead. The attack had drained him entirely, leaving his body fatigued and his energy nearly spent.

"Hahaha! It’s finally over. We’ve killed that wretched woman at last!" Doug wheezed as he staggered to his feet, laughing hysterically while staring at the dust-shrouded battlefield.

He was so overcome with joy that he almost felt like breaking into song.

"Unfortunately, I didn’t kill her using the gruesome method you suggested," Hank said, standing upright and withdrawing his hands, his tone tinged with feigned regret. But truthfully, he felt no remorse. Using such a cruel and twisted method didn’t suit his style in the slightest.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. As long as she dies in agony, I’ll be content. No, actually, seeing her reduced to dust would be even better!" Doug sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

In this moment, all the retribution and rage that had consumed Doug seemed to dissipate like dust in the wind.

"Really? As long as you’re happy with the outcome. It’s getting late. Let’s head back. We’ve got to return to Jinxi tomorrow…"

Before Hank could finish his sentence, a captivating yet chilling voice interrupted him.

"The three strikes are over. You’re not going anywhere."

Startled, the two of them whipped their heads toward the source of the voice, only to see a sudden gust of wind sweep away the lingering dust.

As the wind cleared, it revealed a stunning figure clad in a flowing red dress. Standing there, completely unharmed, was none other than Yaeger—the woman they believed had been obliterated.

"Why aren’t you dead?" Hank blurted, his jaw nearly dropping in disbelief. His full-strength attack was powerful enough to pulverize a massive marble slab. It was a force that had long surpassed the limits of ordinary humans.

By all logic, it should have been more than enough to kill even the strongest Pinnacle Master instantly! Yet, she didn’t have a single scratch on her. There wasn’t even a speck of dust on her immaculate form. How could this possibly be real?

A horrifying realization began to creep into Hank’s mind. The breathtaking woman standing before him wasn’t merely a Pinnacle Master. She might actually be a Grandmaster.

But how could someone so young possibly be a Grandmaster? In his understanding, Grandmasters were always at least in their forties. It was inconceivable for an eighteen-year-old to reach such a level—unless they were an unparalleled prodigy born into one of the world’s most powerful and affluent families!

Doug, standing beside him, was paralyzed with shock, his pupils quivering with sheer panic.

‘Impossible. This is impossible! This has to be a dream. Wake up!' His fleeting joy was now completely replaced by a cold, suffocating fear as he vaguely began to grasp the reality of the situation.

"It’s my turn now. Try not to die too quickly," Yaeger said calmly, her tone laced with quiet menace.

Unconcerned with their panicked expressions, Yaeger lightly tipped her toes and vanished in an instant. The next moment, she was directly in front of Hank, her elegant fists slamming into his torso with shocking precision.

In that instant, Hank felt as though he had been struck by a speeding tank. But it wasn’t just one blow—it was a relentless barrage of 59 strikes, delivered in rapid succession!

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