E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 335: Blazer’s Death

Ever since the trial involving the infamous exterminator began, no matter what was said… no matter how sharp the accusations were, Ronan's expression never changed.

Not even once.

Through everything, he remained the same. Calm. Indifferent. Like none of it mattered.

But now…

For the first time since the trial started…

Something finally cracked.

It was slight.

But it was there.

Disbelief.

Clear… undeniable disbelief.

And the reason was right in front of everyone.

The projection device rose into the air, its light spreading across the hall as it began to play a scene from the past.

The city of Maurina.

Back then, it was crowded. Alive in a different way.

Powerful figures had gathered there from all over, drawn by one thing.

The Tournament of Power.

An event personally conducted by an S-ranker.

The one who wins… would be crowned the strongest human on earth.

Well… the strongest below S-rank.

Still, that alone was enough to shake the world.

Heroes came in numbers.

Familiar names. Dangerous ones.

Members of the A6.

The infamous. The almighty.

People whose presence alone could pressure a city.

And when the tournament began…

It exploded.

Every fight pulled the crowd deeper in. Blood pumping fast, eyes locked, every strike sending waves of excitement through them.

It was intense.

Addictive.

Alive.

Until it all came crashing down.

The Cursed interfered.

And Maurina…

Stopped being a stage.

It became a battlefield.

The scene shifted.

Blazer appeared.

A member of the A6. One of the strongest participants in the tournament.

Right now, he was fighting a beast.

No… struggling.

The creature was massive, violent, easily high A-rank… maybe even brushing S-rank.

Blazer was being pushed back.

Forced.

Cornered.

Until finally—

He snapped.

Rage mode.

Flames erupted from his body, burning wildly as he forced his power to the limit, pushing past what his body could handle.

And then…

The beast fell.

Blazer dropped to his knees, breathing heavily, his body trembling from the strain.

But there was no time to rest.

Because more were coming.

Shapes closing in from a distance.

If he stayed down…

He was dead.

Just as that thought crossed his mind—

A figure appeared in front of him.

Silent.

Sudden.

Dressed in dark clothing.

Purple eyes faintly glowing.

Everyone recognized him.

Ronan.

The man who killed Argon during the tournament.

The one whose switching skill left a deep impression on everyone who saw it.

In the projection, Ronan simply looked at the approaching beasts.

Then he moved.

And they died.

One after another.

Clean. Fast. Precise.

There was no struggle. No wasted effort.

Just pure efficiency.

Anyone watching could tell.

This Ronan…

Was not on the same level as Blazer.

He was above him.

Far above.

And yet… nothing still felt wrong.

Because until now, Ronan hadn't done anything that crossed the line.

But then—

He stepped forward.

Closed the distance.

And without saying a word....

He switched.

In the next instant, his sword was already moving.

Straight for Blazer's neck.

Blazer reacted just in time.

Barely.

He dodged, but not completely.

A deep line opened across his chest, blood spilling out immediately.

Gasps filled the hall.

The Undying Flame's eyes darkened, his hands clenching tightly.

He had already suspected it.

Blazer's death.

Ronan's involvement.

But seeing it like this…

It was different.

The anger rose instantly.

But the projection continued.

Blazer staggered back, forcing himself to stand.

He looked at Ronan, confusion and anger mixing in his eyes.

"Hey… what are you doing?" he asked, his voice rough. "Why are you attacking me?"

No response.

Ronan didn't speak.

He simply raised his sword.

Then....

He disappeared.

A flash.

A silver streak.

Blazer's heart dropped.

At that moment, he understood.

He was in real danger.

He had seen Ronan fight before.

Against Argon.

Even at full strength, he wouldn't be able to win.

Now… in this state?

Exhausted. Injured.

This wasn't a fight.

Still…

He moved.

He had no choice.

The clash began.

But it wasn't equal.

Not even close.

Ronan was faster.

Sharper.

Every movement clean and deadly.

Blazer couldn't keep up.

Cuts began to appear.

On his face.

His chest.

His body.

Blood spilled out in streams as each strike landed.

He was being overwhelmed.

Completely.

And Ronan…

Didn't stop.

The scene before them sent chills through everyone watching.

Ronan moved like a phantom.

In and out.

Each step, each shift… another deadly strike landing on Blazer, who was already at his mercy.

It didn't take long.

Blazer's resistance broke.

His strength gave out.

His body dropped to his knees.

Still… he looked up.

Defiance burning in his eyes.

"If you kill me… my brother won't let you off," he said, his voice rough, but steady.

Ronan looked at him.

Those purple eyes.

Cold. Empty. Almost inhuman.

Then he spoke.

"Who cares about your brother."

Simple.

Flat.

Like the words meant nothing.

He raised his blade.

Then brought it down.

Fast.

Clean.

Blazer's head left his body.

A dull thump echoed as the body collapsed to the ground.

Silence.

But Ronan wasn't done.

He stepped forward.

And crushed the head under his foot.

Just like that.

At that moment, a man appeared.

Shirtless.

Bald.

A thick braid running down the center of his head.

On his back… a red X pierced by a black spear.

His gaze was dark as it fell on Blazer's corpse.

Then it shifted.

To Ronan.

Ronan met his eyes calmly.

No fear.

Not even a trace.

Even though he stood before an S-rank.

"You're a monster," the man said, his voice heavy with killing intent. "I need to take you out."

The figure of course was buster, a powerful class S hero.

Ronan gaze didn't waver.

He didn't even bothered to answer.

He simply raised his dual blades.

His gaze sharpened.

"You're next."

And then he moved.

Exploding forward with terrifying speed.

The battle started instantly.

No warning.

No buildup.

The clash shook everything.

Shockwaves tore through the surroundings, energy bursting out wildly as the two collided again and again.

The recording began to glitch.

The screen flickered.

Distorted.

Unable to handle the sheer force of what it was capturing.

And then....

It shut off.

The projection vanished.

Back to the present.....

The evidence… finished.

"Well… I believe you all can now see for yourselves just how much of a monster Ronan Steele truly is."

The man who presented it smiled lightly.

Calm. Easy.

Like he hadn't just shown something horrifying.

"The veil Miss Clara tried to place over your eyes… should be gone by now."

No one spoke.

Silence filled the hall.

Everyone was still processing what they had just seen.

They already knew the exterminator was ruthless.

Dangerous.

Some called him a vigilante.

Some called him a criminal.

But now…

Now they understood.

He wasn't either.

He was something worse.

Something far worse.

A monster.

A monster wearing human skin.

The silence stretched.

Heavy.

Oppressive.

Until—

It broke.

The Undying Flame moved.

No warning.

No restraint.

Flames exploded around him as he shot forward like a rocket, his fist wrapped in annihilating crimson fire.

In an instant—

He was in front of Ronan.

His punch drove forward, aimed straight at his face.

But before it could land—

A figure appeared between them.

White and black hair flowing freely.

Calm blue eyes.

Unshaken.

He raised his hand slightly.

And spoke one word.

"Repel."

The flaming fist stopped.

Like it had slammed into an invisible wall.

Then—

A force hit back.

Hard.

The Undying Flame was blasted away, sent flying across the hall before he forcefully regained his footing and landed.

Even then, the heat pouring from him didn't fade.

It pressed down on everyone.

Heavy.

Burning.

His dark gaze locked onto the man now standing in front of Ronan.

Han.

"Fire god or whatever you call yourself…" his voice came out low, like a storm about to break. "You don't want to involve yourself in this."

A pause.

"You don't want to cross me."

Han looked at him.

Calm.

Unmoved.

Like none of it mattered.

"Actually…" he said lightly, "I don't care about that."

His eyes didn't leave the Undying Flame.

Not even for a second.

"I'll say this once."

A small pause. Then he continued calmly.

"No one touches him."

To be continued…