SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 326

Chapter 326: Showdown—2
Hearing the human mocking him, the monster growled in deep dissatisfaction, the sound reverberating through its obsidian chest like grinding stone.

GRRRRRRR!

The mana inside its reservoir core began to stir as it channeled energy to enhance its physical capabilities even further. It didn’t want to use its own limited mana reserves—preferring to rely on the ambient energy it had used to create this body—but it had no choice now.

This arrogant pest needs to be taught a lesson.

It was already in its final form, the ultimate body created by its racial ability based on its current understanding of its innate powers. There was only so much it could enhance itself with an active supply of mana before reaching a critical threshold. If it pushed beyond that point, the created body would fall apart completely, leaving the core defenseless and helpless.

So it had to be careful.

However, what it could safely use would be more than enough to teach this arrogant human his place.

Let’s see how you handle this now, you arrogant human!

BOOOOM!

Another clash of strength happened, but this time everything became faster and even more powerful. The monster had pushed its enhancement to a new level, sacrificing caution for raw destructive force.

CLANG! CRACK!

Leon was pushed back even more than before—a full three meters this time instead of half. His hands shook slightly from the strength of the impact, the vibrations traveling up his arms and into his shoulders.

Stronger. It got significantly stronger.

Yet his mystical eyes burned with unwavering resolve. He could still track its movements with his enhanced perception—that was enough. As long as he could see it coming, he could adapt.

From that moment on, Leon changed his strategy completely. Instead of clashing with attacks head-on and testing his strength against the monster’s enhanced power, he started to dodge them.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

His movements became fluid, evasive, utilizing his spatial awareness fully to predict trajectories and find openings. Each slash from the monster’s black sword passed within millimeters of his body, close enough to feel the displaced air but never making contact.

His own attacks were blocked by the monster’s improved reflexes and speed. However, Leon had started launching multiple beams of light element with each and every clash—thin lances of concentrated radiance that shot from his free hand.

He could launch them directly from thin air; that would take a couple of milliseconds, which was enough for the monster to easily dodge them.

So the choice was obvious.

ZZZZAP! ZZZZAP! ZZZZAP!

They were his fastest attacks, moving at literal light speed. Some of them were landing, just as he’d expected. They weren’t doing much damage—just light burns and wisps of smoke rising from where they struck the obsidian flesh.

SSSSSSS… hissss…

But the monster was getting more and more annoyed by the constant stinging attacks. Each beam was like a wasp sting—individually minor, but cumulatively infuriating.

Not only that, Leon was naturally teleporting every so often to catch the creature off-guard. Even when the monster barely managed to block his sword strikes, it would still be hit by multiple light elemental beams from unexpected angles.

FWOOSH! CLANG! ZZZZAP! ZZZZAP!

With growing frustration evident in every movement, the monster screamed and made a critical decision. It had no choice but to push the amount of mana it was actively using to increase its strength even further.

All out. I’m going all out now!

I need to crush this insect just like before!!

THUMMM! WHOOOOSH!

Now, during the mid-attack exchanges, the monster became a blur. Its figure was still visible but appeared distorted and hazy due to the sudden enhancement—moving so fast that even Leon’s improved perception struggled slightly.

Fast. Too fast for direct confrontation now.

Leon knew he had to watch out carefully. He would be testing his limits dangerously if he tried to have a head-on confrontation against this enhanced speed. He wasn’t an idiot—adapting to changing circumstances was how he’d survived this long.

Instead of engaging directly, he simply teleported behind its back again.

FWOOSH!

The same type of tactical repositioning, but this time the monster was successful in dodging everything Leon threw at it immediately after the teleport. Its enhanced speed allowed it to pivot and defend before Leon could capitalize on the positional advantage.

However, that defensive success came with the monster’s voice growing hoarse from screaming in frustration.

RRRAAAHHH! GRRRR!

Because even with its full enhanced strength active, the strange human was just teleporting around like an annoying insect, appearing randomly in different positions and never staying still long enough to be pinned down.

I can’t even land a single clean attack! This is too frustrating!

In desperation, the monster tried to attack Leon’s pride as a warrior and as a man.

“Fight like a man, strange human! Face me head-on instead of running around like a coward!”

It tried to taunt him, to bait him into abandoning his evasive tactics for the sake of honor or masculine pride.

But Leon just laughed.

“HAHAHA! You think I’m stupid enough to fall for that? Try harder!”

His laughter was genuine amusement at the pathetic attempt to manipulate him.

Which made the monster even angrier—quite the opposite of what it was trying to accomplish, though it didn’t realize the irony.

RRRRAAAHHH!

This human has no honor! No warrior pride!

Leon inwardly appreciated the effect his mockery was having. The monster’s movements were becoming more predictable as rage clouded its judgment. Frustrated opponents made mistakes, and mistakes could be exploited.

His expression shifted then, becoming more serious and focused. The time for playing around was over.

Now it’s time to finish this monster that was a horror to me not long ago. Having played with it for a while has given me enough satisfaction and restored my pride.

Leon activated his Skybreaker Draw technique, channeling immense power into each strike. He began spamming his teleportation ability in rapid succession, appearing and disappearing across the battlefield in a pattern too chaotic for the monster to predict.

FWOOSH! CLANG! FWOOSH! CLANG! FWOOSH!

The mana here was abundant beyond measure. His rate of recovery actually outmatched his expenditure, meaning he could maintain this intensive combat style indefinitely without exhausting himself.

This is my perfect environment.

Though he acknowledged it was the same for the monster—both of them could mana to draw from the dimension’s vast reserves.

But he knows its mana recovery could never match him in a million years.

Yet he had another absurd advantage here.

However, Leon deliberately wasn’t using his overpowered master teleportation ability that let him move himself and anything else without any limitation or cost. That would be like cheating, and he wanted to kill this monster with his own strength.

If I’d wanted an easy victory, I could have finished it with black hole or the dimension control abilities when I was weaker. But I didn’t choose that path.

He wanted to prove something—to himself, to the monster, and to whatever forces might be watching, as he had few suspicions for a while. He could win through skill, technique, and hard-earned power rather than relying solely on his dimensional advantages.

BOOM! CRASH! CLANG!

Leon’s assault intensified. Skybreaker Draw created devastating arcs of combined elemental energy with each swing—Space Aura tearing reality, Lightning Aura crackling with golden fury, Ice Aura freezing the air itself, and Wind Aura accelerating everything to hypersonic speeds.

CRRRAAACK! ZZZZAP! WHOOOOSH!

The monster was being pushed back now, step by step. Its enhanced speed was impressive, but Leon’s combination of spatial teleportation, predictive awareness, and master-level techniques was overwhelming its defenses.

You’re strong. But I’m stronger. And more importantly—I’m smarter.

Each teleport brought Leon to a new angle of attack. Behind, above, to the side, below—he moved through three-dimensional space like a ghost, his sword striking from impossible directions.

The monster blocked desperately, its black sword moving in blurred patterns to intercept the relentless assault. But small cuts were appearing on its obsidian flesh now— wounds that its regeneration struggled to heal while under constant pressure.

SLASH! CRACK! SLASH!

Leon could see it in the creature’s movements. The slight hesitation. There is a fraction of a second delay in its responses. The trembling in its grip.

It’s breaking. Its confidence is shattering.

The ancient consciousness that had terrified him so completely during their first encounter, that had beaten him down and nearly killed him multiple times, was now experiencing the same helpless desperation it had inflicted on Leon.

And Leon found he had absolutely no sympathy.

“How does it feel?” Leon called out between strikes, his voice cutting through the chaos. “How does it feel to be the weak one? To know you can’t win no matter how hard you try?”

FWOOSH! CLANG!

“This is what you did to me outside! Remember? When you broke my ribs? When you drained my blood? When you promised to devour me?”

FWOOSH! CLANG! ZZZZAP!

“Now it’s my turn.”

The monster roared in defiant fury, but beneath that rage, Leon could sense the growing edge of fear.

RRRRAAAAAAHHH!

Good. Be afraid. You earned this.

Leon’s eyes blazed with cold determination as he prepared to escalate the assault even further.

The final phase of this battle was about to begin.