Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 598: Thrill

Clyde felt everything at once just now. Pain ran through his entire body. His muscles screamed from overuse. His bones carried the heavy ache of repeated impacts.

Every breath he took dragged against his chest like broken glass. He had been hunted across the entire city. He had killed countless enemies without rest. And now he stood here clashing against someone who could actually keep up with him.

But none of it mattered.

Because beneath all of that, something else burned brighter.

A grin spread across his face, a slow and uncontrollable grin.

It didn’t fade. Because it just couldn’t.

The spear-wielding man saw it clearly. Through the dust, the blood, and the flickering arcs of lightning crawling over Clyde’s skin, that expression stood out the most. It wasn’t just confidence but more like madness.

Clyde looked like a Demon standing in the middle of a battlefield, who was smiling without restraint.

Clyde didn’t care.

The moment [Pure Lightning] awakened, something inside him snapped back into place. Power surged through his veins like a storm breaking free after being sealed for too long.

It roared and danced. It tore through him in wild currents that couldn’t be contained.

Every nerve in his body lit up as if struck by constant lightning. His senses sharpened to an extreme edge. Time stretched, making movements slowed. Everything became clearer.

And his body responded.

Every step he took felt lighter and every swing he did felt faster.

Every motion carried more force than before.

The storm inside him was not chaotic. It obeyed him and moved with him. Just like when he fought the gods with it.

"HAHAHAHA!" Clyde laughed under his breath.

This was what he had been missing. This was what he remembered it feels like!

Lightning burst under his feet as he surged forward again. The Demonic Sword came down in a diagonal arc faster than before, stronger than before.

The spear-wielder barely managed to intercept it.

The impact exploded and the man’s arms shook this time.

Clyde didn’t stop there. He pressed harder.

Strike after strike crashed down in relentless succession. His swing and thrusts carried the added force of lightning, each impact releasing bursts of electricity that crawled across the spear and into the man’s arms.

The spear-wielder gritted his teeth. His stance breaking inch by inch.

He dodged, moved, and countered. His skill was undeniable and his timing remained precise. But now there was something new pressing against him. It was pressure.

Not just from strength but from speed that kept increasing.

Clyde stepped in again and he had become faster.

The spear-wielder tried to redirect the incoming strike but Clyde changed angles in the middle of his motion. Lightning flared violently along the blade.

The Demonic Sword slipped past the guard.

A shallow cut carved across the man’s side, making him groan in pain.

Electricity discharged instantly and the spear-wielder’s body jerked as the current tore through him.

His footing broke for a fraction of a second.

That was enough.

Clyde drove forward and slammed into him with his shoulder, enhanced by explosive lightning.

The impact sent the man flying backward across the rubble. He crashed through broken concrete, rolling several times before forcing himself to stop. Blood spilled more heavily now from the wound along his side.

Clyde didn’t chase immediately.

He stood there for a brief moment, lightning snapping violently around him. His grin was still wide and his breathing was surprisingly steady despite everything.

The storm inside him was still rising.

Then he heard heavy footsteps. A massive presence surged forward from the side.

The shield-bearer just saw his ally get wounded. He saw the shift in momentum and he moved without hesitation.

The ground trembled under his charge.

His enormous shield came forward like a moving wall. Its surface glowing as layers of defensive magic stacked over one another.

He closed the distance fast.

Clyde turned just as the man reached him.

The shield slammed forward and Clyde raised his blade in time.

The collision exploded again.

A thunderous impact tore through the battlefield as the shield and lightning-wrapped sword clashed.

The force blasted debris outward, sending chunks of concrete flying in all directions.

Clyde’s feet dug into the ground. Cracks spread beneath him as he absorbed the hit.

"HYAAAAAHHH!!!"

The shield-bearer roared while pushing forward with overwhelming force.

On the other side of the battlefield, Mina also already felt her body reaching its limit with every movement she forced out of it.

Pain spread through her ribs where her armor had cracked and her thigh trembled slightly from the strain of keeping her balance on uneven rubble. But her eyes never left Clyde.

She could see him locked in a brutal clash with the shield-bearer, lightning exploding around him as he was forced to hold his ground.

She tightened her grip on her daggers.

There was no hesitation in her decision. No matter how much it hurt, she had to move.

She stepped forward, pushing through the debris and ignoring the warning signals screaming from her body.

But she never got the chance.

Before she could close the distance, a figure appeared in front of her so suddenly.

Mina’s instincts reacted before her thoughts could catch up. She raised her daggers just in time to intercept the incoming strike.

Their blades collided with a sharp metallic sound.

The agile woman stood before her, expression angry. Her eyes locked directly onto Mina.

The woman moved again without pause, her twin daggers slicing forward. One blade aimed high toward Mina’s neck while the other curved inward toward her side.

Mina twisted her body and parried both strikes, but the force behind them sent a jolt through her already strained arms.

She stepped back instinctively to create space, but the agile woman did not allow it. She closed the gap instantly.

The fight began in full.

Their daggers clashed repeatedly in rapid succession. Sparks burst at every contact as both women exchanged blows at close range.

They moved in tight circles across the broken ground, stepping over shattered concrete and twisted metal as if the terrain did not exist.

For a moment, they were evenly matched.

But that balance did not last.

Mina’s body began to betray her. The earlier damage she had taken started to slow her reactions.

Her breathing became heavier. Her steps were slightly less stable. The agile woman noticed it almost instantly. Her eyes sharpened.

She began to increase her pressure. Her attacks become faster and more aggressive.

She forced Mina backward step by step, limiting her movement and pushing her onto less stable footing.

Mina blocked and deflected as best as she could, but each impact made her arms tremble more.

Then the mistake happened.

The agile woman feinted a strike toward Mina’s upper body, drawing her guard upward. Mina reacted to intercept it but in that same moment the second blade shifted direction.

The real attack came low.

Before Mina could adjust, the dagger drove into her thigh.

The blade pierced deep, cutting through her muscle. Pain surged through her instantly, forcing a cry out of her throat.

Her leg gave out beneath her.

Mina collapsed onto one knee, her grip weakening for a split second as blood began to spread from the wound.

The agile woman pulled her blade back smoothly, already preparing to finish the fight.

Across the battlefield, Clyde heard the sound of Mina’s scream through the chaos.

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