Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me-Chapter 82: The Fight Between Tier 5 (part 2)

Varkas only grins, his crimson eyes flashing with anticipation. "Is that all it takes to piss you off?" His stance is relaxed, but his muscles coil like a predator about to pounce.

Draven doesn’t answer with words—he answers with action.

A boom erupts in the air as he propels himself forward, his greatsword cleaving through the sky in a red arc. The sheer force of the swing sends a shockwave downward, it’s like splitting the earth below.

Varkas doesn’t dodge. He meets it head-on.

Clang!

Varkas’s clawed hand slams against the flat of the blade, stopping it mid-swing. The impact alone sends out a concussive force that rattles both armies below, knocking weaker soldiers off their feet.

Draven’s eyes widen for a split second before he twists, activating Blazing Fang Slash—a Tier 3 sword technique. A second, fiery slash ignites from his blade, surging toward Varkas.

Varkas growls and counters instantly. His claws glow with eerie, crimson energy as he swipes downward—Blood Rend—a Tier 3 lycanthrope technique. The air screeches as the blood-infused strike tears through the fire, splitting it in half.

Draven is forced back, flipping mid-air to regain his balance. His expression darkens. "Tch."

"Come on," Varkas taunts, cracking his neck. "That can’t be all, can it?"

Below, the battlefield has erupted into pure chaos. Human soldiers clash against monstrous warriors, spells and weapons tearing through flesh and steel alike. The ground is painted in blood, but the monsters are relentless.

Sorin watches with cold calculation, killing a human knight with a single, precise strike. Her gaze flicks upward to the two figures clashing above.

Her hands gripping the cold stone of the fortress wall. Her breath catches in her throat.

She just can’t believe what she is seeing.

It’s like two gods are fighting in the sky.

The sheer power behind each clash is terrifying. Even the Tier 2 and Tier 3 skills they use no longer resemble what she knows. The way they manipulate the battlefield, the way the air bends around their movements—it’s something beyond ordinary understanding.

Draven vanishes from sight—no, he’s moving too fast to follow. A golden streak of energy flashes through the air, and in an instant, he’s right in front of Varkas, his greatsword screaming toward the lycanthrope’s chest.

Cleaves—a Tier 4 skill, but under Draven’s control, it carries the force of something far beyond that rank.

But Varkas laughs.

Instead of dodging, he meets the attack head-on, raising his arm. His muscles bulge as dark energy surges through his veins—Ironhide Bestial Guard, a Tier 4 defensive ability unique to high-level lycanthropes.

The blade meets flesh.

A deafening clang erupts, the impact sending shockwaves. Below, weaker soldiers—both human and monster—cover their ears, feeling as if they’re being torn apart.

Varkas grins, baring his fangs. "Is that really all?"

Then, with a sudden burst of power, he slams his knee into Draven’s ribs.

A crunch echoes through the air.

Draven is launched backward like a cannonball, but he regains control instantly, twisting mid-air and digging his sword into empty space—no, not empty. He’s cutting the air itself, forcing himself to stop. A golden glow pulses from his weapon as he activates Storm Divider, a Tier 4 technique that shreds anything in its path.

The attack carves through the battlefield, splitting the very sky.

But Varkas doesn’t move.

He watches. He waits.

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Then—he lunges.

Sorin barely sees him move. One moment, he’s standing still, and the next—

BOOM.

Varkas slams a fist straight into the incoming golden energy, and destroys it. The power behind Draven’s skill disintegrates against his sheer strength alone.

Then, without pause, he swings his claws downward—

Blood Reaver’s Claw.

A Tier 4 lycanthrope skill, enhanced by his monstrous physique. A single swipe tears through the very air, a crimson arc of destruction racing toward Draven.

Draven has no choice. He teleports—

No, not teleport. His body flickers as he activates Skystep Mirage, a Tier 3 movement skill that allows him to phase through reality for an instant.

He barely evades the attack.

The crimson slash continues downward, obliterating an entire section of the battlefield below. Human soldiers caught in the radius are gone. Their armor, weapons—everything—erased in an instant.

Draven reappears several meters away, panting. He wipes the blood from his mouth, eyes narrowing. "I see now..."

Varkas cracks his knuckles, rolling his shoulders. "Oh? You see what, exactly?"

Draven grins, though there’s no humor in it. Only razor-sharp focus. "You’re the real thing."

Varkas scoffs. "Took you long enough to figure it out."

Draven lifts his greatsword, golden lightning crackling around his body. His expression is sharp, unwavering.

"I’ll go all out now," he declares.

The air itself shifts. The sky darkens, thick storm clouds spiraling above. The battlefield below grows silent as the unnatural pressure weighs on every soul present. Then—BOOM.

A deafening roar of thunder erupts, and an explosion radiates from Draven’s body, engulfing him in an aura of raw, electrified power.

This is his true strength.

This is why he is called the Thunder God of Valgros.

[Divine Storm Ascendance]—A Tier 5 buff skill.

His body glows like a deity descending upon the battlefield. Every inch of him surges with golden arcs of lightning, dancing like living serpents across his form. His movements become faster, his aura doubling in intensity. His greatsword, now fully enveloped in lightning, hums with enough power to tear the sky apart.

Even the monsters below feel it—pure, unrelenting power.

Varkas, however, does not flinch.

"Hah… Now that’s more like it." His grin widens, excitement flashing in his crimson eyes. He rolls his shoulders, his muscles tightening, his entire form exuding a wild, chaotic presence.

Then, his own energy surges.

A deep, guttural growl reverberates through the air. Dark red energy erupts from his body, forming a towering aura of primal, bloodthirsty might. His already massive frame expands slightly, his claws lengthening, his fangs sharpening. His silver fur bristles, and his crimson eyes glow brighter than ever.

[Lunar Apex Frenzy]—A Tier 5 buff skill.