I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 108: A Copy Is A Copy After All

A sudden gust of wind brushed through the forest as Aamir raised his head, blood still dripping from his lip. His eyes locked onto the man who had struck him just moments ago.

The enemy stood calmly on a thick tree branch, his black and silver armor shining under the broken rays of sunlight peeking through the canopy. Behind him, a sea of soldiers—nearly three times larger than Aamir’s unit—stood in silence, their presence like an overwhelming wave ready to crash.

One of Aamir’s soldiers gasped.

"Commander... look at his clothing!"

Another added, voice trembling,

"He’s the Jack of Navarra... also known as the Copymaster!"

Aamir wiped the blood from his chin and looked up.

"Copy...master?"

"Yes, Commander!" the soldier continued. "They say he copies the fighting style of whoever he faces. You can’t beat him with your usual moves. Once he learns them... he strikes back with something of his own and ends it."

A slow smile crept across Aamir’s face.

"If he can copy my moves... then this is going to be fun."

His eyes gleamed with thrill, not fear.

"Let’s see what happens when a mirror tries to reflect lightning."

The man on the tree branch finally spoke.

"Attack."

In an instant, his soldiers surged forward like a flood, blades drawn and eyes wild.

The Battle Ignites

A warrior with a massive longsword came charging at Raj. His sword came crashing down—

CLAP!

Raj caught the blade between his palms with ease.

"Too slow," he muttered.

Raj’s fingers moved swiftly, tapping the attacker’s shoulder.

"Pressure point hit. That arm’s out of service for a while."

The man screamed, unable to feel his arm.

Raj’s fist slammed into his chest—

BOOM!

The man flew back like a broken kite, crashing into the ground and skidding across the dirt.

Meanwhile, Aamir charged toward Jack, fists clenched. Their fists collided in mid-air.

Left. Right. Cross. Uppercut. Jab. Hook.

Every punch Aamir threw—Jack countered with the exact same move.

He was a mirror.

A perfect reflection.

"So... you copy moves. But do you have any of your own?" Aamir asked.

Jack smirked.

"I don’t need to use my moves on you."

Aamir grinned.

"You sure about that?"

He suddenly changed his stance.

No more fists—he used his palm.

He struck. Jack dodged, and the palm obliterated the trunk of a massive tree behind him. The thick trunk snapped like a matchstick.

Jack’s eyes widened, and without delay—he copied Aamir’s stance.

"Oh? Copied this too?" Aamir chuckled. "Fine. Let’s see who does it better."

Jack lunged with the copied palm strike. Aamir raised his arms in a cross guard and blocked it.

There was power in Jack’s hit—but Aamir didn’t flinch.

"You’re fast... you’re sharp..." Aamir murmured. "But you can’t copy strength."

Aamir’s eyes sharpened.

"A copy is a copy after all."

He smirked.

"You copied a technique. But can you copy a skill?"

Jack’s face twitched.

"Skill...? What is that?"

Raj vs The Rock

In another part of the battlefield, Raj faced a man just as massive as him, his skin glinting unnaturally under the light.

"You’re built well," Raj said. "Let’s see who’s stronger."

He went for pressure points.

Nothing.

"Huh? What the hell?"

The enemy laughed.

"I’ve turned my body into stone. You can’t harm me—not by hand, not even by blade."

Raj looked unimpressed.

"Alright, rock-boy... let’s test that."

BOOM!

Raj’s punch thundered into the man’s chest, the shockwave rattling the ground. The enemy stumbled back.

"Told you," the man laughed. "I felt nothing—"

CRACK.

A small line appeared across his stone chest.

Raj grinned.

"Oh? I’m not done yet."

His fists flew like a hurricane—

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The man roared in pain as Raj’s punches shattered the stone armor bit by bit.

"If you’re a rock..." Raj said, "then I’ll become the hammer."

Kyokai’s Drunken Blade

Elsewhere, a man from Kyokai stood calmly, holding a ceramic jar in one hand.

He took a sip, sighed, and wiped his mouth.

"Man, it’s been a while since I used this bad boy."

He drew his sword.

In a blur—

SWISH. SLASH. CRACK.

Twenty soldiers fell in seconds. Arms. Legs. Blades. All flying in the air like chopped vegetables.

He sheathed his sword slowly and looked at his robes.

"Ugh... my clothes are dirty again."

He took another sip from his jar.

"Damn, I hate cleaning blood."

As the dust cleared, Aamir and Jack stood still, the forest trembling around them.

another storm was brewing.

Seenu’s Suspicion

The trees grew taller, denser, and the sunlight dimmed as Seenu’s unit moved silently through the woods. Only the sound of crunching leaves accompanied them.

Seenu, leading the formation, frowned.

"Why is this forest... so calm?"

His hand stayed near his blade.

"This isn’t right. We’re at war. Not even an ambush yet?"

Just behind him, Kunal, his hood up and his NeeraKshetra activated since they entered, walked with calculated steps. His eyes glowed faintly, a symbol of his awakened sight.

Kunal stepped forward, raising one hand.

"Stop."

Everyone halted.

"Seenu... you’re right to feel uneasy." Kunal turned his head slightly.

"Ahead, there’s a unit. Around a hundred of them. They’ve been waiting... perfectly still. Hidden behind those thick trees and cliffs."

Seenu’s fingers twitched with excitement.

"So, they think they’re the hunters."

He cracked his knuckles.

"Let’s turn them into prey."

He raised his hand, and his unit readied for attack.

"Let’s take them all out."

The Skill That Cannot Be Copied

Back near the battlefield’s core—

Aamir stood face to face with Jack, fists lowered, but energy rising like a tide within him.

Jack adjusted his stance, still mirroring Aamir’s every move.

Aamir tilted his head and smiled.

"You asked me earlier... what’s a skill?"

He spread his legs, stance grounded like a mountain.

"This—"

His aura flared.

"—is a skill."

The air changed.

A sudden silence.

Above them, the sky darkened. Clouds formed unnaturally fast, swirling into a vortex of shadows and power.

Aamir raised one fist, now glowing with intense, azure-blue flames that danced like a living creature.

"Blue Phoenix’s Flame Punch."

The name echoed like thunder.

Jack’s eyes widened.

"What is this pressure...?"

The clouds cracked. Thunder rolled.

Even Jack’s soldiers paused, unease seeping into their bones.

Aamir stepped forward.

"Let’s see you copy this."

He launched the punch—

WHOOM!

The flame, shaped like a soaring phoenix, roared from his fist. The ground split beneath him as the massive blue firebird burst into the air, heading straight for Jack.

Jack blocked—

BOOM!!!

The impact shook the battlefield.

Flames erupted, trees caught fire, smoke curled into the sky.

Jack flew back like a ragdoll, crashing into a boulder and shattering it into dust.

Back in the forest—

The enemy unit began to move.

Hidden soldiers slipped out from the trees, surrounding Seenu and Kunal’s team like shadows closing in.

"They’re surrounding us," one of the scouts whispered.

Kunal closed his eyes briefly and said, calm as death—

"Let them."

He pointed at the high ridge ahead.

"Seenu. Light them up."

Seenu smirked and unsheathed his katana.

It looked old and rusted, but the way he held it... the air changed.

"Been a while since I gave this blade a stretch."

He took a deep breath, palm glowing.

"With pleasure."

CLAP.

The temperature spiked instantly.

Seenu’s body ignited in crimson flames as he jumped high into the sky.

From above, his voice echoed—

"Flame God’s Descent!"

BOOM!

A pillar of fire slammed into the ground, erupting outward like a volcanic burst.

The forest shook. Trees exploded.

Screams vanished inside the roar of flame.

In seconds, half the enemy unit was reduced to ashes or falling corpses.

The survivors stumbled back—

But they didn’t get far.

Kunal had already vanished.

His eyes glowed, NeeraKshetra flaring, blade shimmering with faint violet energy.

He reappeared behind the enemy commander.

"You blinked."

SLASH.

The man dropped without a sound.

Seenu landed beside Kunal, fire still trailing behind him.

"How many left?"

Kunal didn’t even glance around.

"None."

Back on Aamir’s side—

The smoke cleared.

The wind shifted.

Jack rose from the rubble, his armor cracked, face burned.

His eyes trembled as he looked up at Aamir.

"That... wasn’t a technique. That was something else..."

Aamir’s steps were slow. Measured.

He rolled his neck, blue flames still licking his arm.

"I told you—"

He pointed at his chest.

"You can copy a stance. But not what burns in here."

Jack dropped to his knees, unable to lift his weapon anymore.

"This flame... it’s mine alone."

Meanwhile—

Seenu cleaned the edge of his blade with his sleeve and sighed.

"Great. Now I’ve got soot all over me."

Kunal sheathed his sword with a quiet click.

"We’re done here. Let’s regroup."

Seenu grinned.

"Hope Aamir didn’t hog all the fun."

And together, they vanished into the smoke—

walking through the aftermath of fire and ruin.

Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly—heavy footsteps echoed from ahead.

A tall figure emerged through the smoke, muscles rippling, eyes burning with killing intent—a new enemy, alone... but far stronger than the rest.

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