Chapter 535 The Final Battle 1
Theron quickly devised a battle strategy. He had identified Natasha's critical weakness—she couldn't effectively divide her attention.
When Leandro's Mutant Bullet had forced her to react, her control over the stone vortex had noticeably weakened.
"Continue with ranged attacks," Theron ordered. "Leandro, keep disrupting her focus with those Mutant Bullets."
His eyes gleamed with determination. "I'll handle the main assault myself."
He glanced at Steven. From the beginning of the battle, Steven had yet to launch a single offensive move.
But Theron knew he concealed a devastating technique—Martial Prowess. Though limited in range, its destructive power rivaled Otha's annihilation ability.
"We'll create an opening for you to deliver the killing blow," Theron said with a calm smile. "When I engage her, if necessary, you can strike through me to reach her."
Steven and the other faction leaders tensed at these words.
Theron's willingness to sacrifice himself was chilling. Yet the investigation team members showed no surprise—they had long ago placed their mission above their own survival.
They didn't fear death, but understood that sometimes sacrifice was necessary to prevent greater losses. Today, unless they killed Natasha, none of them would leave alive.
Steven nodded firmly. "Understood."
Theron had volunteered for the most dangerous role because among them, his close-combat abilities were unmatched.
"Then let's begin!" he shouted.
Megan and the others immediately unleashed a barrage of attacks toward Natasha. Leandro raised his rifle again, firing another Mutant Bullet.
Recognizing the specialized ammunition's threat, Natasha frowned slightly and conjured a massive ice wall before her.
Though effective against Psychics, the Mutant Bullet's physical impact was ordinary—the ice barrier stopped it completely.
With a casual wave of her hand, she extinguished the incoming supernatural attacks like water dousing flames.
In that precise moment, Theron transformed into a black lightning bolt.
He launched himself from the ground with explosive force, his massive knight's lance aimed at Natasha's exposed back—silent as shadow, swift as thunder.
Natasha's eyes narrowed. Without turning, she sensed his approach.
An invisible ripple pulsed through the air as her telekinetic barrier intercepted the attack. Yet Theron's lance penetrated 1.6 feet into the barrier, stopping just ten feet from her body.
Suspended in mid-air, Theron gripped his weapon with white-knuckled intensity.
Without solid footing, he couldn't maintain the pressure needed to break through—his decisive strike had failed.
This was Steven's moment. The split-second of Natasha's divided attention was exactly what he needed.
White light flashed in his pupils as he activated Martial Prowess, targeting not just Natasha but including Theron in his field of effect.
In combat between masters, life and death balanced on a razor's edge—Natasha's momentary distraction was enough for Steven to complete his targeting.
Terrifying pressure distorted space itself, finally drawing a flicker of shock across Natasha's face.
The space between her and Steven twisted unnaturally, like a cloth being wrung from opposite directions.
But then, Natasha's eyes erupted with brilliant white light that enveloped the surrounding area. Silently, a bizarre sphere of distortion formed between them, bending even light itself.
When the radiance faded, everything returned to normal—except for the ground below the sphere, which displayed a perfectly smooth, bowl-shaped depression as if superheated metal had melted into soft cheese.
A figure plummeted like a meteor. Theron, in his black tactical gear, crashed into the earth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth despite his legendary resilience.
"She's already mastered Otha's Oblivion?" he said, staring up at Natasha with grim realization.
The power signature was unmistakable—Otha's Pupil Technique.
"She's already controlling Otha's ability!" Megan gasped.
They had all witnessed Otha's terrifying power—a supernatural ability that had annihilated over a hundred thousand zombies single-handedly.
How could they possibly defeat Natasha now that she commanded the same power?
Theron struggled to his feet. "No, she's not Otha! She just acquired this power—her control is immature. We can still defeat her!"
He was certain of this. Had it been Otha wielding that ability against him, he wouldn't have survived, much less stood up afterward.
Natasha's gaze remained fixed on Steven. The emergence of Martial Prowess had unsettled her—here was a power that could potentially challenge her own.
Steven quietly pulled out a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
Using Martial Prowess had severely drained his energy reserves, and he needed to replenish quickly. As a Space Psychic, endurance battles played to his strengths.
None of them noticed the murderous intent crystallizing in Natasha's eyes.
Initially, she had dismissed them as insignificant, believing herself to be approaching divinity while these mere mortals posed no threat.
But Steven's Martial Prowess had planted a seed of fear within her. Perhaps these humans actually could harm her.
This fear kindled her fury—she would no longer toy with them but eliminate every last one immediately.
A more massive storm began swirling around her. Black winds gathered debris, stones, ice, and snow into a colossal tornado that expanded outward.
The vortex surged toward the assembled fighters with devastating force.
"Run!" someone shouted as the tornado's pull began to affect them all.
Their footing destabilized as the powerful suction drew them inward. They retreated frantically, knowing that being caught in the vortex meant certain death.
Just as they thought they'd reached safety, a furious blizzard swept across the ground toward them.
Wind, snow, and stone fragments—Natasha unleashed her full arsenal of abilities in devastating combination.
For the first time, they found themselves utterly helpless. Their own supernatural abilities, formidable as they were, existed on an entirely different level from Natasha's power.
When Psychics reached Level 5—the peak of human potential—they operated in an entirely different dimension from lower-ranked individuals.
Throughout the entire Astralium Kingdom, only one legendary Level 5 existed.
Including Otha, who had briefly reached that height by burning away his life force, Natasha was now the third.
But unlike Otha, she was an unblemished Level 5—her power complete and uncorrupted by the fatal limitations that had doomed Otha.
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