CHAPTER 195: SHAMROCK’S WRATH

"You have tamed a new type of beast."

+150 EXP

Aamir frowned at the faint notification in front of him.

"Only 150 exp...? That’s too less."

Before he could complain further, Shamrock’s fist whistled through the air. Aamir pivoted, his knuckles glowing faintly, and slammed his counterpunch straight into Shamrock’s chest.

BOOM!

The impact sent the hulking beast flying across the battlefield, but Shamrock wasn’t ordinary prey. He twisted in mid-air, his massive frame rotating like a boulder flung from a catapult. His claws scraped sparks against the ground as he dug his legs into the earth, stopping his slide with brute force.

"Not bad... human." His voice was guttural, monstrous, dripping with venom. "But I’ll crush you yet!"

And then he launched himself forward.

Aamir’s eyes widened. Shamrock’s body became a cannonball of muscle and fury. The ground cracked under the pressure, and within a blink, the beast was upon him.

"Shit!" Aamir gritted his teeth. He brought both arms up to block, but the sheer momentum behind Shamrock’s charge slammed into him like a collapsing mountain. CRACK! The stone beneath his boots shattered as he was forced back.

But Aamir didn’t buckle.

Not this time.

"Fine," he hissed, flames spiraling around his fists. "Let’s mix things up."

He twisted his body, channeling his pran into his core, then released it in a violent burst. Blue flames surged, wrapping around his right leg.

"Flame Kick – Phoenix Arc!"

His blazing foot met Shamrock’s claw in midair, the explosion scattering fire and dust across the battlefield. The beast growled, muscles tightening as he pushed back against the flames.

Aamir didn’t give him time to recover. He spun, his left fist already igniting with a mixture of pran and energy flame. The strike landed against Shamrock’s ribs.

"Flame Punch – Azure Fang!"

Another eruption. Shamrock staggered, but instead of collapsing, he snarled and lunged again. The ground quaked with each step.

"Persistent bastard..." Aamir muttered.

All around them, the Vampire Lords and Zalmic’s faction clashed in a bloody frenzy. Crimson chains lashed across the battlefield, spears of blood meeting dark fangs in midair. Zalmic, his eyes burning red, barked orders while holding his ground against two Vampire Lords at once.

"Lord Aamir, focus!" Zalmic roared through the chaos. "That beast is only getting stronger!"

Aamir nodded, sweat dripping down his temple. His lungs burned, his body screaming from the strain of chaining his techniques so rapidly. But his resolve didn’t falter.

Shamrock’s aura swelled—dark energy wrapping his frame like a living storm. His eyes glowed an eerie green, and the veins across his chest pulsed violently.

"Now..." Shamrock growled, his voice reverberating like thunder, "you’ll witness my wrath!"

BOOM!

The ground split apart as his power skyrocketed, shockwaves ripping through the battlefield. Even Zalmic staggered, throwing up a wall of blood to shield his side from the impact.

Aamir clenched his jaw. His flames flickered. His arms shook. But his spirit blazed even brighter.

"Now this... this is getting intense."

He inhaled deeply, pressing his palms together. Crimson energy surged through his body.

[Titan Pulse Activation: ENABLED]

– Temporarily amplifies physical capabilities by 300%+

– Glowing crimson veins

– High energy cost

– Time limited to 25 minutes

Aamir’s body began to glow, his skin cracking with radiant crimson light. Veins lit up across his arms, his chest, and his neck like molten lava running beneath his skin. His aura expanded violently, forcing even Shamrock to pause for a second.

"Impossible..." one of the Vampire Lords muttered, his voice trembling. "What is this form...?"

Zalmic smirked, his fangs glinting. "That... is Lord Aamir."

The air itself seemed to warp around Aamir. His flames roared higher, crimson and azure blending into a violent storm of heat. His boots dug into the cracked earth, stabilizing his stance as his aura crushed the battlefield like a tidal wave.

"Crimson Titan Form..." Aamir whispered, clenching his fist. "Let’s end this dance."

Shamrock roared and charged. His claws came down like meteors, fueled by his overflowing wrath. But this time, Aamir didn’t flinch.

Their fists collided.

BOOOOOOM!

The shockwave rattled the skies, tearing apart clouds and sending nearby fighters sprawling. The ground cratered beneath them, molten cracks spreading outward like spiderwebs.

Aamir’s fist glowed with crimson fury, while Shamrock’s claws oozed with shadow energy. Their clash wasn’t just strength against strength—it was flame against storm, will against wrath.

"RAAAARGH!" Shamrock howled, forcing more power into his strike.

But Aamir’s grin widened.

"You’re not the only one who can push beyond your limits."

He twisted his stance, his left arm bursting with crimson fire. With a roar, he slammed his punch directly into Shamrock’s jaw.

CRACK!

Shamrock’s massive body reeled back, his teeth snapping as blood sprayed into the air. But instead of falling, the beast roared louder, his aura spiking again.

The battle was far from over.

Aamir panted, crimson steam rising from his body. His timer was ticking down, every second costing him energy he couldn’t waste. But his eyes burned with determination.

"This form won’t last long..." he thought. "So I’ll make every strike count."

Shamrock wiped the blood from his mouth, a savage grin spreading across his face.

"Good... GOOD! Show me more, human!"

Aamir raised his fists, flames roaring to life once more.

"Don’t worry," he said, his voice steady. "I’m just getting started."

And then—both warriors charged again

, their collision shaking the battlefield

The battlefield trembled as two titans collided. Aamir’s fist, wreathed in roaring blue and crimson flames, smashed against Shamrock’s stone-coated knuckles, the impact splitting the earth beneath their feet. Sparks scattered like meteors, and a shockwave rippled outward, tossing debris and broken weapons across the field.

Shamrock’s laughter rumbled through the chaos, low and mocking. "That’s it, boy—show me your real strength!" His massive frame surged forward, each step like a thunderclap.

Aamir snarled, tightening his stance. The Crimson Titan Pulse burned within him, veins glowing like molten rivers. Every heartbeat made his body feel heavier, but also stronger—more feral. He didn’t dodge. He didn’t retreat. Instead, he met Shamrock’s charge head-on.

Their fists collided again, and this time, the ground cracked open into a crater.

The vampire lords clashed with Zalmic’s forces in the background, red and black flames staining the battlefield. Screams and snarls echoed from every direction, but Aamir’s world had narrowed to one opponent. Shamrock was no longer just a werewolf champion—he was a living storm, a juggernaut that refused to yield.

"You’re strong... but you’re reckless!" Aamir roared, twisting his body mid-punch. His left hand ignited with a phoenix-shaped flame, while his right leg burned with an energy blaze. He unleashed them in sequence—Flame Kick! Phoenix Flame Punch! The combination struck Shamrock square in the chest, sending shockwaves across the field.

For a moment, Shamrock stumbled back, smoke rising from his fur. The crowd of lesser beasts howled in unison, sensing their king’s falter. But instead of collapsing, Shamrock threw back his head and howled to the blood moon above.

The howl wasn’t just sound—it was power. His muscles bulged, stone armor spreading across his body like jagged plates. His eyes glowed hellish red, veins darkening as though corruption itself was feeding him.

"So... this is your wrath, huh?" Aamir muttered, his breath heavy, but his smile sharp. "Good. Makes it easier for me to go all out."

Shamrock blurred forward with impossible speed, his claws raking the air. Aamir barely crossed his arms in time, the impact sending him skidding backward across shattered rock. Dust exploded around him.

Aamir growled, his crimson aura flaring higher, scorching away the dust. He felt the weight of his Titan form pressing against his bones—every second was precious, every strike had to count.

Shamrock didn’t give him that chance. He lunged again, this time spinning into a wild claw strike that could cleave mountains.

Aamir ducked low, the claws grazing his hair, and countered with an uppercut blazing with blue fire. The blow lifted Shamrock slightly off the ground, but instead of being thrown, Shamrock twisted midair and slammed both fists down like hammers.

BOOM! The impact forced Aamir to one knee, the earth beneath him fracturing into spiderweb patterns.

His arms shook, but he refused to bow. "Not enough... to break me!"

Blue flames erupted from his back like wings, carrying him upward. In a fluid motion, Aamir shot forward and delivered a spinning kick to Shamrock’s jaw. The werewolf champion snarled in pain, but his counter came instantly—a crushing punch to Aamir’s ribs that sent him flying.

He crashed into a ruined pillar, the stone exploding on impact. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but Aamir pushed himself back to his feet.

"You hit hard... I’ll give you that. But I’m not the type to stay down." His voice was steady, but his pulse thundered in his ears. The timer for Titan Pulse ticked in his mind like a drum of doom.

Shamrock crouched low, his muscles coiling, power radiating off him like a second sun. He smirked, baring his fangs. "Good. Because I’m not done either."

The two of them launched forward at the same time—two blurs of fire and stone, crimson and black. Their collision ignited the battlefield once more, a storm of claws, flames, and unrelenting fury.

The ground beneath them gave way. The sky above seemed to crack. And still, neither would yield.