My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 157: Defeating a Level Nine!

Zarek twisted his body at the last second, narrowly dodging the incoming fist.

He countered with a punch of his own, landing a solid blow to the shirtless man's cheek.

Bang!

The man was sent flying through the air and crashed into the wall.

Dust billowed out, cloaking the surroundings and impairing everyone's vision.

Zarek took a deep breath, his mind growing calm and focused.

Poised in a fighting stance, he was ready to unleash hell at a moment's notice.

Although his body wasn't yet accustomed to combat, he possessed the memories of others, along with the title <Martial Apprentice>. It was a title Chun Ma had earned when he first established his own dantian.

Gang Reyond, however, couldn't obtain this title, as his dantian hadn't been forged through his own effort, it had formed on its own.

The title was straightforward: it granted Zarek an instinctive understanding of martial arts, greatly enhancing his combat ability.

With narrowed eyes, Zarek stared into the swirling dust ahead. He could sense the presence of the shirtless man lurking within.

A sense of unease gripped Zarek, making his heart pound violently. Despite his punch landing cleanly, he was almost certain the man was unharmed.

That certainty stemmed from what he knew, Level 9 Telekinesis users could reinforce their skin with psychic energy, rendering them nearly immune to weak physical strikes.

As expected, when the dust finally settled, the shirtless man stood almost completely unscathed. He twisted his neck in an unnatural way, a grin spreading across his face.

"You little brat… you're interesting."

"Am I interesting to you?" Zarek replied, his face blank.

"That's right. Were you hiding your strength earlier?" the shirtless man said, cracking his knuckles. "If I hadn't used Telekinesis to block that punch, my neck might've actually snapped." His grin stretched wide.

Zarek narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.

A strange tension filled the air...

A storm before the calm.

The shirtless man struck first, his figure vanished in an instant, leaving afterimages in his wake from sheer speed as he lunged at Zarek with a powerful punch.

Zarek responded in kind, meeting the attack with a brutal fist of his own.

The impact was deafening, the force so immense it could've ruptured eardrums in an instant.

To the shirtless man's surprise, the force behind Zarek's punch was overwhelming. It completely overpowered him, and bit by bit, he was pushed back.

Zarek didn't let up, he drove his knee into the man's face, forcing him to stagger even further.

Without pause, Zarek followed up with a spinning roundhouse kick that smashed into the man's cheek.

Blood began to trickle down from the shirtless man's face.

He tried to counter, but Zarek moved like a shadow, his speed far too fast for the eye to follow.

In the next instant, the shirtless man felt a sharp blow slam into his right shin.

The strength in his leg vanished instantly, and he nearly collapsed from the sudden loss of balance.

Naturally, Zarek didn't waste the opportunity. He ruthlessly kicked the man's left leg, sending him crashing to the ground in helpless defeat.

Zarek raised his leg, preparing to slam his heel down onto the man's head—but he suddenly felt resistance.

"No fair, old man. You're using Telekinesis," Zarek muttered.

The shirtless man said nothing. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, his eyes wide with a horror that bordered on panic.

Zarek responded by launching a Telekinetic attack of his own but the moment it collided with the man's defenses, it shattered instantly.

Pain exploded in his head, veins bulging as he clenched his teeth from the backlash.

Unlike before, Zarek didn't scream or roar in pain. He simply stood there—silent and still, like an unshakable force.

Then, he felt it—a strange shift in his bloodline.

His Telekinesis suddenly regenerated, not just healed, but stronger than before.

A blue prompt appeared before his eyes:

[You have adapted to the shattering of your Telekinesis]

[Your exclusive skill <Telekinesis> has leveled up from Level Five to Six]

Renewed and empowered, Zarek launched another Telekinetic attack against the shirtless man's Telekinetic barrier.

This time, it didn't shatter upon impact. Instead, his upgraded Telekinesis clashed with the man's defense, grinding against it with pressure.

Bit by bit, cracks began to form. Finally, a small hole appeared in the barrier, Zarek's Telekinesis had held long enough to force a breakthrough, though it left him completely drained in the process.

Zarek immediately seized the opening, driving his fist through the weakened gap in the shirtless man's defenses.

His punch landed squarely against the man's ribs. A sickening creak echoed out as bones began to crack under the force.

"I… I got hit?" the man gasped in disbelief, confusion flooding his face.

His shaken mental state disrupted his control further, and the remnants of his Telekinetic shield weakened drastically, leaving him completely exposed.

Zarek didn't hesitate. His fists and kicks rained down like a relentless storm, each blow landing with ruthless precision. The shirtless man was completely overwhelmed, forced to his knees.

"I still remember my state just the day before yesterday, clear as daylight, old man," Zarek said coldly, stepping on the man's face. "I guess the tables turn quicker than you expected, huh?"

With those words, Zarek slammed his foot down mercilessly onto the shirtless man.

"You brat—!" the man began, his voice rising in a furious roar. But Zarek was faster, his hand flashed forward, delivering a sharp chop to the back of the man's neck.

The shirtless man collapsed instantly, unconscious.

"I shouldn't give an enemy a chance to strike," Zarek muttered inwardly, a flicker of fear lingering in his chest. The moment the man had roared, his instincts had screamed at him in alarm.

He knew, if he had hesitated, even for a breath, the tables could have turned faster than before.

Zarek slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd around him. They stared back, wide-eyed and stunned into silence.

Though it felt like an eternity had passed, in truth, it had only been a matter of moments before Zarek completely overwhelmed the shirtless man, a Level Nine Telekinetic Human!