I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities
Chapter 88 - 88: Ch 87. Worldbreaker

He leapt into the air, eyes locked on the Sentinel.

"Let's see if you can handle the original."

As the clones swarmed below, the Warden dove like a meteor—fist first, ready to strike the core of the abomination and end the fight before Sarpa's plan could reach its end.

Time was ticking.

****

While Tartarus burned in chaos, the world watched something else entirely.

Far from the blood-soaked corridors of the prison, the Ascension Crownspire tournament raged on. An arena of legendary battles and rising titans. Heroes from across the continent gathered to prove their worth—to rise in rank, to earn renown, and to seize their future.

The next match was already underway.

Two contestants entered the spotlight.

Mila Thornfield—a stoic woman with pale silver hair and eyes like cold steel.

Juno Ashviel—a radiant young Master known for her grace and valor.

Only one would move forward. The other?

They would be Left behind.

The arena announcer's voice rang through the skies.

"Begin!"

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To understand the weight of this clash, one had to understand the Dread Beasts.

These monstrous entities, born of corruption and calamity, were classified into nine ranks, each one comparable—if not stronger—than their equivalent Hero ranks.

1. Lesser Dread

2. Lower Dread

3. greater dread

4. Abyss Dread

5. Titan Dread

6. Cataclysm Dread

7. Worldbreaker Dread

8. Nightmare Dread

9. Apocalyptic Dread

At just nineteen, Mila—with a dangerous affinity and her family's forbidden rites—tamed an Abyss Dread, putting her power on par with a Level 4 hero.

That feat alone had made her infamous. But now, at twenty-six, her strength had skyrocketed.

She didn't waste time.

With a mere flick of her fingers, she summoned her terror—a Reptalian Worldbreaker Dread Beast. A hulking, scaly monstrosity that towered over the ring, its body dripping with a haze of malignant power.

Mila stood poised on its head, her arms folded, her expression unreadable.

The beast opened its maw.

HSSSSHHHHHHH…

A thick, swirling mist of purple toxins flooded the arena. The very air shimmered with the potency of the fog.

Only Mila could survive its corruption—her bond with the Worldbreaker beast rendering her immune.

But then—

A light flared through the fog.

Juno stood her ground, her body wreathed in brilliant golden flames that did not burn—but healed. Her ability: Phoenix Flame, a dual-nature power that let her both mend wounds and deliver scorching justice.

The flames burned away part of the mist around her, creating a bubble of safety.

Their eyes met through the mist.

Mila's glare: cold and calculating.

Juno's stare: unwavering and defiant.

And then, the true battle began.

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The beast roared and lunged. Juno danced between its massive claws like a flicker of flame. To it, she was nothing more than an insect—but a persistent one.

Every movement drained her.

Every flame burned her meta essence.

The poison mist remained, still leeching at the edges of her aura. Her Phoenix Flame kept her alive, but maintaining both offense and defense was slowly tearing her apart.

Mila, silent atop her monster, watched with quiet intensity. She was in no rush. She knew endurance would break Juno.

And it did.

One second of fatigue. One blink too slow.

The Worldbreaker dread lashed out—a tidal force of muscle and rage.

The arena's defense systems activated instantly. A pulse of light, a shimmer of energy and Juno was gone, teleported out before she could be crushed.

Victory was clear.

---

Mila unsummoned her beast, its form dissolving into a mist that left the ring stained and silent.

Without a word, Mila returned to the stands. Her eyes didn't wander as She sat back down.

The next match was about to begin.

****

The atmosphere inside the Ascension Crownspire arena grew heavier with each passing second.

And the viewers had barely recovered from the overwhelming presence of Mila Thornfield's Worldbreaker dread when the next match lit up the stage.

The battlefield shifted, resetting into a flat, metallic plain—the perfect ground for speed and precision.

Two figures entered from opposite sides.

On one side Kairo Draeven On the other

Danez Mozz

The announcer's voice echoed like thunder:

"Begin!"

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Danez didn't hesitate.

He screamed, channeling an overwhelming surge of Meta Essence through his body. Electricity snapped in the air as his skin glowed faintly, hair rising from the sheer power coursing through him. His muscles swelled, eyes shining with primal fury.

"RAAAAHHH!"

He charged at Kairo like a meteor—raw power and speed crashing forward in a blur.

And then—

He vanished.

Not Kairo. Danez vanished.

In an instant, he reappeared—behind Kairo.

Stunned and Confused.

What…?

He didn't have time to think.

A storm of invisible attacks erupted around him.

From nowhere. No motion, no sound—just blades of impact slicing and crushing him in less than a second.

Bones cracked and Flesh tore.asDanez hit the ground, barely breathing.

Before death could claim him, the arena's safety mechanism activated, teleporting him away in a golden shimmer.

When the mist cleared—

Kairo stood alone.

Still calm and silent.

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The viewers were dead silent.

Meanwhile the contestants in the viewing gallery leaned forward, eyes wide. They hadn't even seen the moment Kairo moved, let alone attacked.

Even seasoned Masters were speechless.

Among them, Ethan raised a brow, his lips curling into a grin.

"What a fucking monster," he thought, unable to hold back the thrill.

As Kairo Draeven walked back to his seat with the same indifference as a man leaving a morning stroll.

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And then came the moment the arena had been waiting for.

"Next contestants—step forward!"

Ethan rose.

"Finally," he said, stretching his stiff body. "It's my turn."

All eyes were now on him.

Was the boy who dismantled his previous opponent with ease going to shock them again? Or was this as far as he went before falling into oblivion?

Murmurs rippled through the stands. As the contestants analyzed how the next match was going to be like based on Ethan's previous feat.

But Sophia, watching from her seat, narrowed her eyes. She wasn't fooled.

"He didn't go all out in the last match," she thought. "I wonder what surprise he's hiding this time…"

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The air shifted as Ethan stepped into the ring. The air buzzed again. Tension climbed.

The next match was about to begin.

And Ethan?

He intended to end it quickly.

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