The SSS class adventurer is a divine cleric-Chapter 65: Labyrinth of truth [2]

Kaelen hurled himself sideways just as a cataclysmic wave of golden fire erupted across the arena, its radiance so intense it seemed to split the sky.

The marble floor beneath him groaned and fractured, jagged fissures racing outward as if the very earth recoiled from the inferno’s wrath.

The <Sanctified Wrath> clone moved with terrifying precision, every step calculated, every spell unleashed with the flawless timing of a master who had rehearsed this battle a thousand times.

Its golden eyes burned with cold, unrelenting focus, an unstoppable force honed to perfection.

Kaelen’s lips twisted into a wild, perverted grin as he caught his footing. "Idiot. You dare use healing in front of me?" His voice dripped with mocking amusement, his expression that of a predator savoring the moment before the kill.

Then—he struck.

"<Holy Reversal>!"

A surge of divine energy twisted through the air, warping the clone’s restorative magic into pure, searing backlash.

For a heartbeat, Kaelen stood there, posture relaxed, his smirk victorious. "If you’re me, you should know I’m very smart—"

CRACK.

A fist wreathed in annihilating light slammed into his jaw with the force of a falling star. His vision exploded into white-hot agony as he was sent spinning through the air, the world tilting violently around him.

The clone hadn’t just countered him, it had anticipated him.

<Revoke>

—the ultimate negation. His reversal had been undone before it even fully manifested.

As Kaelen crashed onto the shattered marble, tasting blood, one thought burned brighter than the pain.

You wanna play dirty? Right. Let’s play it dirty.

Kaelen staggered back, his breath ragged, his muscles screaming—but his mind was razor-sharp.

The clone was relentless, its every movement a flawless mirror of his own skills, yet amplified to perfection. There was no hesitation, no wasted motion. It was like fighting a storm.

But storms could be weathered.

With a snarl, he triggered <Infinite Stack>.

But deep inside he was praying.

Please, this is a unique skill. You should not own this one please.

The air around him detonated in a maelstrom of mana, raw power coiling around his body in furious, overlapping layers. Light seared from his skin like a star going supernova, each pulse amplifying his next spell beyond reason.

Then—

"<Revoke>"

Not once.

Not twice.

But five times.

Five crushing waves of negation erupted from his outstretched hand, each strike landing like the hammer of an angry god. The clone’s defenses shattered in rapid succession, its <Sanctuary> cracked like glass, its <Life Veil> evaporated, its <Life Bloom> snuffed out before the healing could take hold.

For a single, glorious moment, the reflection faltered.

But then.

The clone stood radiant, a twisted version of Kaelen made perfect: sanctified robes untouched, golden aura pulsating with rhythm like the heartbeat of a god. It hovered inches above the marble, hands outstretched, re-casting layers of buffs.

<Life Veil>... <Purity Pulse>... <Sanctuary>... <Divine Judgement>...

A holy inferno wrapped around the doppelganger like an angelic mantle.

Kaelen, sweat matting his hair, teeth grit, narrowed his eyes.

"THE FUCK! You really think you’re the better me?" he growled, pushing off his heel, sliding backward to gain space.

The clone didn’t respond. It only raised its hand, golden threads of <Life Bloom> weaving around its arm, renewing its strength in luminous waves.

Kaelen’s mana coiled tight around his body, and with one furious breath, he triggered it again.

<Infinite Stack>

His core ignited.

Blue-white sigils blazed into life beneath his feet, climbing up his arms like branded chains of light.

He flung his arm forward. "Let’s see you undo this."

<Revoke> x5

Five concentric spell circles exploded outward from his chest, each humming with precision-crafted anti-divine mana.

The first <Revoke> hit the clone’s <Life Bloom> mid-cast. The glow fizzled and popped like a bubble, leaving wisps of smoke in its place.

The second tore <Life Veil> to shreds. The radiant shield cracked like glass and detonated with a burst of light, sending ripples across the platform.

The third slammed into <Sanctuary>. The golden dome around the clone shuddered, resisted for a moment, but then shattered violently, raining shards of divine magic in every direction.

The fourth <Revoke> targeted <Purity Pulse>, nullifying the pulsing holy energy that coated the clone’s armor.

The fifth was a coup de grace.

It tore <Divine Judgement> a crown of judgment glowing above the clone’s head—clean off, dissolving it into threads of pale gold.

The doppelganger staggered for the first time, its form flickering, its aura dimmed like a priest stripped of his gospel.

Kaelen didn’t wait. He pressed forward, weaving mana into his fingers.

He lashed out with mana threads, aiming to kill.

The threads crackled, sharp like razors, coiling toward the doppelganger’s chest and limbs. They wrapped tight, anchoring the clone midair.

"Let’s see how you fight," Kaelen snarled, "when you’re just me, without divine cheats."

The clone hissed and flared its mana once again and without any struggles against the restraints.

The clone snapped free of one thread, then another effortlessly. Its hands lifted again to cast <Life Bloom> once more—

Kaelen’s teeth ground together.

This was a battle of attrition now—a vicious loop of <Revoke> and recast, a war of mana and willpower. And he was losing.

He could use <Sanctified Wrath>—but the clone had already activated its own, saturating the battlefield with an anti heal field. If he tried to use <Sanctified Wrath> now, it would be the stupidest thing to do.

For every mistake he made, the clone healed himself. While he didn’t have that luxury and his reserves were draining faster, his body had better reflexes because of <Third Eye> barely hanging by a thread before he eventually lose.

Every second that passed, the clone inched closer, its golden eyes burning with cold, mechanical efficiency.

But then.

A realization struck him like lightning.

The clone wasn’t using anything outside the Cleric’s arsenal.

No rogue skills. No warrior techniques. Just pure, unrelenting holy magic.

And Kaelen?

He wasn’t just a Cleric.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

All this time, he’d been playing by the clone’s rules.

But rules were made to be broken.

He reached into his inventory and drew out a shimmering talisman. A rare gold-rank item.

Nullicite Tear

— Dispel All Active Effects of Gold Rank or Lower Awakeners on Contact.

He crushed it in his palm.

A pulse of blinding, annihilating brilliance erupted from his fist, expanding outward in a shockwave of pure negation. The air itself seemed to shatter as the energy tore through every active skill, every lingering buff, every divine blessing clinging to their bodies.

The clone’s radiant aura fractured.

Kaelen’s own divine glow snuffed out.

The world went silent.

No crackling flames. No humming barriers. No thrum of healing magic.

Just stillness.

The dust settled and Kaelen stood there, no longer a divine warrior, no longer a vessel of sacred wrath, just a young man in tattered, scorched robes, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His hands were bare. His body ached.

But his eyes?

They burned.

Across from him, the clone—now just a hollow reflection—paused, as if momentarily lost without its godlike precision.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Perfect.’

Kaelen exhaled, rolling his shoulders. Then, slowly, he raised his fists.

"Now we fight like men."

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