My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Fightning the Orc! Level 6! Gaining Three Unique Skills in a Row!

What sets an Unordinary monster apart from an Ordinary one? Aside from their vastly superior strength, speed, and overall attribute, there was one key difference—their cognitive abilities grew to human levels.

But even more terrifying was that some Unordinary monsters possessed magic and knew how to wield it.

These rare beings were called Anomalies among the Unordinary, ruling over hordes of their kind.

A raging fire erupted from the orc's hand, engulfing everything in its path!

Eryke's situation—unknown!

The ground around them began to boil, almost like magma, charring to blackened ruin.

By the time the fire subsided, the earth had completely melted. And Eryke was nowhere to be found.

"Ha... ho... ha..."

Eryke took deep, ragged breaths. He stood in the distance, but his condition was far from optimal...

Half of his body was scorched from head to toe, burned beyond recognition.

It was a miracle he was still standing, still breathing.

"Shit." Eryke cursed under his breath. His vision blurred; he could barely see ten meters ahead.

His legs trembled, struggling to hold him up. Weakness overtook him, and he collapsed onto his knees.

'Why is this guy here?' Luna wondered. But deep down, she was immensely grateful—because if he hadn't arrived, Belle might have already been dead.

A giant sphere of earth hurtled toward the orc. But this time, it was ready. With almost effortless grace, it dodged the attack.

The orc sneered as it strode forward, step by step, until it reached Eryke. With brutal force, it drove its sword straight at him—

Bang!

The orc couldn't see what had struck it, but it felt the impact slam directly into its head. Turning slightly, it froze in disbelief.

There, standing before it, was another Eryke. Identical to the injured human in front of him, yet completely unscathed. In his hand, starlight shimmered.

The orc glanced back at the wounded Eryke, tilting its head in confusion.

Turns out the wounded Eryke was the clone and standing before him was the real Eryke!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three devastating punches, brimming with starlight, struck the orc one after another. Its helmet shattered on the spot, blood dripping from its head.

For a moment, the orc stood still.

Then—

It roared in fury!

The sheer shockwave sent the real Eryke flying backward.

Then, the orc felt something—

A tight embrace.

Eryke's clone had wrapped his arms around it in a tight grip, locking the monster in place.

"No matter how powerful you are, I don't believe you can withstand Star Strike this many times to the head!" the clone Eryke roared, pushing his body to its absolute limit.

The orc's eyes widened in panic. It struggled, trying to break free from the grapple, but it was useless, bound so tightly, it couldn't even move a muscle. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

Bang!

Starlight shimmered in the air as Eryke struck again and again, his fists raining down like meteors.

Blow after blow, the orc's head caved under the relentless assault, a deep imprint forming in its skull.

Yet, even then—

It still didn't die.

The orc straightened its arms, finally breaking free from the grapple. Without hesitation, it raised a palm toward the clone Eryke once more.

Whoosh!

Fire erupted in a furious blaze—ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

This time, the flames completely engulfed the clone Eryke. When they finally died down, all that remained were charred bones...

Did he die?

Star Strike—an overwhelmingly powerful skill. It was the foundation of Eryke's combat, something he had abused time and time again.