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

Zarek sensed the danger just in time and rolled across the ground to dodge, but his movement inadvertently let go of the telekinetic grip holding back the spinning knives. The knives continued their arc, hurtling toward him with terrifying speed.

"Damn it," he growled through gritted teeth, still sliding across the dirt as the blades closed in fast.

At the last possible moment, he summoned every ounce of willpower, forcing his telekinesis back to halt the knives mere inches from his face.

He clenched his jaw in frustration.

His frustration disrupted his focus, weakening his telekinetic control and leaving him vulnerable.

That small window of opportunity was seized without hesitation. The spinning knives resumed its momentum, slicing deep into both of Zarek's arms, pinning him painfully to the ground.

"Ahhhh—!" he roared, agony ripping through his body.

The telekinetic energy pulsing through the blades intensified his wounds, blood pouring freely from the gashes.

"Hmph, you're nothing special, kid."

One of the sword-wielders, almost blending seamlessly into the shadows, sneered with a cruel smirk.

"We're the best of the best. The Ragnarok Empire already sent a squad of seven Level Nine Telekinetic users, none of them even satisfy the itch in my tooth."

They laughed mockingly, like a pair of cliché 2d villains.

"Hurry up, end him," a sharp female voice called out from a distance.

"Hmph, fine."

The two swordsmen muttered as they stepped forward, their blades shimmering with telekinetic energy, poised to strike the struggling Zarek.

Suddenly, Zarek stopped screaming. His boundless blue pupils hardened, chilling and cold as they fixed on the approaching foes in complete silence.

"Eh?" One swordsman sensed something was off, but it was too late.

A fist glittering with starlight tore through the air, cracking the atmosphere itself.

Zarek's punch struck with crushing force, its momentum carrying through and hitting a second opponent. Both were flung through the air, bodies bouncing and skidding across the barren ground for nearly a hundred meters before lying still, motionless.

His eyes then caught the volley of arrows hurtling straight toward him.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his hammer from the ground and slammed it down at the ground with a thunderous crash. Using the impact as leverage, he propelled himself upward, narrowly evading the storm of arrows.

His gaze sharpened, scanning the battlefield.

With calculated precision, he raised his hammer high into the sky and swung it down toward a specific spot while falling, completely unfazed by the incoming homing arrows.

Just as his hammer was about to crash down, a figure suddenly appeared, a woman clad in a sleek black kunoichi outfit, her face obscured behind a mask that made her eyes nearly impossible to discern.

"Found you, spinning knives woman," Zarek muttered, aiming his strike straight for her head.

In a blur, she twisted her body with unnatural agility, using the air itself as a stepping stone to narrowly evade the blow.

Bang!

The hammer grazed her back, making her wince as she tumbled across the ground before collapsing.

"Oh, missed?" Zarek raised an eyebrow in surprise, though he knew better than to focus on her now.

He moved with lightning speed, narrowly dodging the homing arrows that would have shredded his hand to pieces.

With a heavy slam, his hammer crashed into the ground again. Closing his eyes, he tuned into the vibrations rippling through the earth.

"Found you."

His eyes snapped open in an instant, and he surged forward with terrifying speed.

As he sliced through the air, a chill ran down his spine. Glancing upward, Zarek spotted two figures hovering above, each standing on what looked like floating skateboards.

They gripped chains that glowed faintly blue, swooping down with the precision like hungry hawks ready to strike.

They came too fast, Zarek barely had time to react before his legs were ensnared in glowing chains. He crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, the bitter taste of dirt filling his mouth.

"Caught you, little monster," one of them sneered.

The chains were thrown with grace, binding even his hands tightly once more.

"Tsk." Zarek struggled, writhing to break free, but despite his strength, the chains held firm.

"These chains are reinforced with Telekinesis and forged from the strongest materials. Even I can't break them." Zarek's mind raced, eyes flickering with cold clarity as he analyzed every detail of his predicament.

Before he could react further, a storm of arrows descended like a curtain of death.

Thud!

His body slammed into the ground once more, pinned down as if nailed to the earth itself. Hundreds of arrows tore through his flesh, puncturing muscle, tendon, and bone alike. Blood spurted in every direction, pooling rapidly beneath him.

His body twitched, convulsing with the brutal impact. Steam rose from his wounds.

But he didn't scream. He didn't even groan.

"Is he... dead?" the female shinobi asked, her voice laced with uncertainty as she stepped cautiously closer.

The two on the flying skateboards landed nearby, as one of them shrugged:

"Who could survive that?"

The three stared at the motionless, bloodied figure on the ground.

Five armoured men emerged from the bushes, their wary gazes fixed silently on Zarek.

"What kind of monster is he? He recovered from two wounds and even managed to contest your Telekinesis over that rotating wall."

"Those were manageable. But his body… it's far too strong. If he were a Telekinetic Body User, his Telekinesis wouldn't be this stable."

"What about that huge wall over there?" the female shinobi asked, pointing to the massive structure Zarek had summoned with a slam of his hammer. "It looks like magic—but aren't only dragons supposed to use magic?"

A heavy silence fell over the group.

Then, a crack echoed through the air.

"Eh?"

All eyes instantly turned to Zarek.

They stared in stunned silence as muscles bulged beneath Zarek's clothes and the chains began to snap with sharp, crisp cracks.

Slowly, Zarek rose to his feet, gradually freeing himself from the bindings, and stretched his body with a satisfied sigh.

Veins popped all over his body and his muscles swollen and inflated.

Then his muscles twitched rapidly, and one by one, the arrows embedded in his flesh fell to the ground. His wounds healed, leaving him stronger than before.

Then Zarek cracked his neck, a wicked grin spreading across his face:

"Time for round two."

"This... This..." the shinobi's eyes were wide with disbelief.