Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger-Chapter 129: EX . The Strong Act

CALL OF THE WILD

From depths untamed, the echoes rise,

Ancestral beasts with ancient cries.

I channel their roar, their strength, their will,

Now forged in rage, I strike to Kill.

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Call of the Wild was no ordinary technique. It wasn’t the Supreme Art passed down possessed by the Yakomoto bloodline, the one that only a true heir could wield. No, this art belonged solely to Nikko, earned not by blood, but by battle. She had cleared a Trial solo, and What she claimed from that trial was more than a skill. It was a rite. A pact with the wild itself.

On its own, Call of the Wild was powerful, an ancient Superior Art that allowed the user to borrow the might of ancestral beasts. But with Nikko as its vessel, its power warped into something terrifying. That was because her Supreme Talent, Primal Hunter, didn’t just accept wild energy, it was built to dominate it.

In the world of Trial Takers, synergy could mean the difference between life and death. Between glory and nothingness. And the synergy between Call of the Wild and Primal Hunter... it wasn’t just compatible. It was divine.

Primal Hunter was a force of nature in itself. It peeled back the layers of a person, reaching into the most primal part of who they were, the raw, unchained, beastly will to survive, to hunt, to conquer. It didn’t just boost strength, it reshaped it. Nikko’s very essence surged with ancestral bloodlust. And when the art activated, it tethered that beast within her to the roaring spirits of creatures long extinct, creating a loop of escalating savagery.

But there was one problem.

Connecting her talent to the art took time. A few moments of vulnerability. That’s why Nikko had let the vanguards go first, pushing the monstrosity to its limits, forcing it to expend energy. Because once the connection was made, once her soul fully bonded with the Wild, there would be no holding back.

So when Nikko finally called the name of the art, the heavens answered.

"Call of the Wild."

As her voice echoed across the battlefield, the sky convulsed. Clouds twisted and turned, sculpting themselves into phantom beasts, lions with wings, serpents with horns, bears the size of mountains. They roared in unison, their sound not just heard, but felt, deep in the marrow. Their fury became her fuel.

And Nikko, she changed.

Her black hair flushed to white, lengthening until it lashed the air like ribbons in a storm. Her frame stretched, not brutishly, but beautifully. Every muscle toned to perfection, her posture upright like a warrior-goddess forged from wild instinct and pure discipline. Her irises turned to molten amber, and behind her gaze was something terrifying, a beast’s hunger, barely restrained.

Suddenly she vanished, in a blink.

The monstrosity, still reeling from Taco’s blood substitution trap, didn’t even see her move. But it felt it. A pulse behind it.

Then, silence.

A beat passed.

Before the top half of its body exploded.

Flesh. Bone. Black ichor. All disintegrated, blasted apart by an invisible strike too fast to be seen. The legs remained, staggered, twitching, and still standing.

But Nikko didn’t relax.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Still not dead, huh?"

Because the creature was already reforming, regrowing limbs, reknitting flesh, fueled by whatever abomination kept it alive.

But Nikko was ready. Her muscles tensed, her aura surged, and that wild storm in the sky roared again.

Today, she wasn’t backing down.

Today, she would bury this nightmare, for good.

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The clash between Nikko and the monstrosity shattered the sky.

It wasn’t just a fight anymore, it was a force of nature. Each collision between her fists and the abomination’s flesh sent out rolling shockwaves that cracked the clouds and screamed across the horizon. The soldiers below would have been obliterated if not for Taco, Rebecca, and Raven joining hands to form a massive shield over the battlefield. The ground quaked beneath their boots.

Raven’s jaw tightened as her eyes tracked Nikko’s streaking figure.

"What a beast,"

Taco and Rebecca said nothing. Words weren’t needed, because they were watching a Supreme go all out.

Another blow landed, and the monstrosity’s head burst apart like a melon, gore splashing through the air, but just like before, it grew back. Steam hissed off the wound as the flesh reformed in seconds.

Nikko clicked her tongue, beast-like eyes narrowing with irritation.

"It’s the regeneration," she said under her breath, analyzing the creature’s last-ditch reliance on its unholy ability. "If I can find a way to stop it... this fight’s already won."

She wasn’t just stronger, she was dominating. Her movements were faster, her body tougher, her instincts sharper than any natural predator. This was the peak of Primal Hunter. She was tireless. A storm in human form. The monstrosity was only surviving now because of its ability to heal.

And then, mid thought, her mind flickered to a boy with white hair and an obnoxiously casual attitude.

Leon.

Nikko’s lips curled into a crooked grin.

’That idiot wouldn’t think too much. He’d just keep hitting the thing until it had nothing left to heal with. Overwhelm it with so much power that regeneration became meaningless.’

She liked that.

"I don’t need to overthink this," she said aloud, tilting her head back with a glint of thrill in her eyes. "I’ll just spread this freak so thin not even its blood remembers how to come back."

Her form blurred.

The monstrosity roared and lunged, mindless now, charging without thought or defense. Nikko met it halfway, but this time, she changed tactics. All the primal energy coursing through her, normally distributed evenly to prevent self-destruction, was now being channeled into one place.

Her two hands.

Reckless? Yes.

But the weak feared consequences. The strong acted.

Her palm slammed into the beast mid-lunge, primal energy erupting into its core. Before it could react, before her hand could break from the strain, she struck again. And again. A storm of blows rained down on the creature. Every crack, every gap in its hide, she forced the primal energy into it all, infecting its very essence with raw, ancestral destruction.

She didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She was going to erase it from existence. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

And then came the final strike. Her fist, soaked in primal fury, drove into the monster’s chest like a thunderbolt.

"Don’t mess with the human race in your next life, bitch," she growled.

As the blow sent the abomination flying like a broken toy, hurtling through the air.

It vanished into the distance,100 kilometers away, before exploding.

BOOOOOOM!

The explosion generated a blinding flash.

Then a second deep, guttural boom.

The shockwave caught up seconds later, rumbling across the plains, even through the barrier the Vanguards held. A massive mushroom cloud rose, twisting into the heavens like a pillar of fire.

Until Silence finally fell.

And standing at the edge of the battlefield, hair wild and eyes glowing with the madness of the hunt, Nikko Yakomoto, the Supreme Heir and Queen of Beasts, stood victorious.