The Invincible Young Master

"He's doing fine, why would he need my help?" Amelia asked, her eyes focused on the clash ahead.

"You'll see soon," Spark replied with a knowing smile.

Amelia's eyes narrowed as she watched the two fight. Bronn was strong, no doubt, but something seemed off.

"Why doesn't he use his domain?" she asked, confused.

With his strength, activating a domain would multiply his power several times. He should have no problem ending the fight in an instant.

Spark scratched the back of his head, looking a bit awkward. "Ah, well… let's just say he's all muscle. He hasn't quite learned how to create a domain yet."

"He hasn't learned…?" Amelia blinked in surprise. For someone at that stage, the idea that he didn't know how to use a domain was hard to believe.

"Don't underestimate him, though," Spark added quickly, noticing her doubt. "In this form, he is nearly invulnerable to physical attacks. The only downside is that he slows down."

"Invulnerable to physical attacks…" Amelia repeated, her gaze sharpening as she thought about it. She'd seen many unique abilities, but nothing quite like that.

Just then, another loud screech echoed through the chamber, shaking the walls. The creature's cries were growing more intense.

Amelia glanced at Spark. "Sounds like it's calling for something."

Spark looked back at her, his expression hard to read.

"Have you ever fought an immortal being?" he asked, as casually as if he were talking about the weather.

Amelia shook her head.

"No," she replied steadily, though a flicker of curiosity showed in her eyes.

She had fought many corrupted creatures inside the ruins, their bodies healing quickly, but they weren't truly immortal.

Their power came from the miasma that filled the ruins, not from their own strength.

"This will be good practice then," Spark said with a smirk.

Amelia frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Spark chuckled softly, nodding toward the creature, who was thrashing angrily, its screeches making the chamber tremble. "Just be ready."

Amelia turned her attention back to the creature.

The creature's dark form pulsed with a strange power, its eyes filled with hatred.

Its remaining limbs twitched as if it were ready to strike again at any moment.

The limb that Bronn had ripped off hadn't grown back, but the creature didn't seem weakened.

It seemed even angrier, and the air around it rippled with thick, suffocating energy.

Bronn stood tall, showing no fear. He was never the type to stand back and watch.

His blood boiled with excitement, and a wide grin spread across his face as he charged forward without a second thought.

The thrill of battle, the chance to use his full strength—this was exactly what he craved.

[Solid]

Bronn's massive frame blurred with power as he rushed toward the creature.

The creature responded quickly, raising two of its limbs to block his incoming strike.

Bronn's leg swung with brutal force, and when it connected—crack!—the sound echoed through the chamber.

The creature's limbs shattered on impact, dark green liquid splattering across the floor.

Wasting no time, Bronn followed up with a powerful punch to its chest, smashing through its defenses.

Amelia, watching closely from the side, narrowed her eyes.

"Is that creature getting weaker?" she asked, her voice full of doubt.
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"No," Spark replied casually as if he were watching a friendly match. "He is getting stronger. It's one of his kinky abilities, the more excited he gets, the stronger he becomes."

The battle had shifted in Bronn's favor.

Every punch he threw was devastating, breaking apart the Creature's body piece by piece.

Those kneeling on the floor, too scared to move, couldn't help but glance at the fight.

Their eyes widened in disbelief as the once terrifying creature was now getting torn apart, reduced to fragments with each of Bronn's powerful strikes.

With its eight limbs shattered and useless, Bronn's fists were now drenched in the creature's dark green blood.

Despite being severely damaged, the creature still stood, refusing to fall.

Pieces of its body hung limp, but its pride—or perhaps arrogance—kept it upright.

"This stubborn thing," Bronn muttered, looking at it with a mix of frustration and respect.

Even in its broken state, the creature didn't try to run or retreat. It held its ground, unwilling to give in.

Clicking his tongue, Bronn said, "Alright, I'll finish it."

He spread his massive arms wide, the tension in the air growing thick as he brought them together in a powerful clap aimed straight at the creature's head.

Splatter!

The sound echoed through the chamber, and with it, the creature's head exploded in a shower of dark green liquid, splattering across the walls and floor.

Yet, despite losing its head and all eight limbs, the creature's body remained standing.

"This thing… it's still standing?" Bronn's voice was filled with disbelief as he stared at the headless, limbless creature.

His fists clenched, still dripping with the creature's blood.

Bronn wiped the green blood from his hands, looking over the remains of the creature's shattered body.

Its head was nothing more than a splatter of dark green liquid, and its limbs were broken and scattered across the chamber.

But despite all that, it still stood, its torso upright like a defiant statue refusing to fall.

He frowned, sensing that something wasn't right. The creature wasn't just stubborn—there was still a strange energy radiating from it, as strong as ever, even after he had destroyed its head.

He stepped back, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Suddenly, a deep rumble shook the chamber, vibrating the floor beneath his feet.

His eyes flicked toward the pillars along the walls—massive gemstone structures that had been inactive until now.

One by one, the pillars of gems started glowing, shining with a bright golden light from within.

The light was blinding, pulsing with raw energy, and before Bronn could react, the gemstones began to melt, their golden essence flowing like liquid metal.

"What the hell is this?" Bronn muttered, his muscles tensing as the golden liquid floated toward the creature's broken body.

Then, it slowly circled the creature's body, wrapping it like a cocoon.

From a distance, Amelia watched with wide eyes. The shift in the air felt oddly familiar to her.

The way the energy in the chamber changed, the way the golden liquid wrapped around the creature—it all looked familiar, but also different.

It did not have the same heavenly feeling. It was more primal, more dangerous.

"A breakthrough…" Amelia whispered, realizing what was happening.

The golden liquid wrapped itself around the creature's body, forming a glowing cocoon.

Bronn, sensing the change, took a few careful steps back, his instincts on high alert.

The chamber was quiet for a few moments, the only sound being the faint hum of the cocoon's energy.

Then, without warning, the cocoon hardened and burst open, sending shimmering particles of light flying through the air.

Crack!

From the explosion of energy, the creature emerged—completely transformed.

No longer broken and dying, it now stood tall, its dark form glowing with a dark golden light.

Its limbs were no longer shattered; they had reformed into sleek, sharp weapons.

Its entire body was whole again, shining with dark gold skin. Its eyes, like two dark gems, locked onto Bronn with a cold, predatory gaze.

Before Bronn could react, it vanished.

A blur of gold shot toward him, and in an instant, the creature was in front of him. Its sharp arm aimed toward his chest, straight for his heart.

Crack!

Suddenly, a loud sound echoed through the chamber as a massive wall of ice appeared between them, stopping the creature's attack just inches from Bronn's chest.