Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence

"Do you think I'm some kind of idiot?" Ren snarled, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

The crimson light of his Heaven's Pact weapon, Crimson Fang, pulsed ominously as he dashed forward.

The blade glowed with malevolence, manipulating the dense fog around him into an oppressive veil.

"Raincloud Art: —Raincloud Tempest!"

As Ren shouted, blades of crimson light erupted from the air around him, forming a chaotic storm.

They shot forward like arrows, carving through the fog as they hurtled toward Feng with deadly precision.

Feng's eyes widened as he struggled to evade the onslaught.

The sheer intensity of the attack forced him back, and though he managed to dodge many of the blades, several found their mark.

"Damn it," he muttered through gritted teeth, wincing as sharp lines of pain blossomed across his body.

The wounds were shallow but numerous, and blood seeped steadily from them, staining his torn robes.

Think, Feng, think! His mind raced. If I can't find a way to outthink him, maybe the system can give me an edge!

A flicker of determination lit his thoughts, but before he could act, Ren's mocking laughter cut through his focus.

"If you think I'll give you time to get stronger in the middle of our fight, you must be sorely mistaken, you waste!" Ren sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Once again, the crimson light began to gather around him, forming those deadly blades.

This time, however, Feng was prepared.

The heightened senses granted by his Heaven's Pact sharpened his reflexes, and he moved with precision.

Each crimson blade became a flicker in his peripheral vision, and he twisted and turned to avoid them.

For those he couldn't dodge, he summoned his darksilver energy, letting it form a shield to deflect the attacks.

This won't hold for long, he thought grimly.

But then, an idea struck him, and his heart raced with renewed hope.

"System," he called out in his mind, his voice steady despite the chaos around him.

"Can you integrate my Blackwood Alpha Wolf into my body?"

[Understood. Initializing integration sequence.]

The response was instantaneous. Before Feng could fully process it, his body began to glow with an intense darksilver light.

Behind him, the massive Blackwood Alpha Wolf, his Heaven's Pact beast, let out a spine-chilling howl.

The energy in the air shifted, and Feng felt an overwhelming force surge through him as the wolf merged into his body.

His transformation was immediate and striking.

His arms and legs were enveloped in thick, darksilver fur, and his hands morphed into razor-sharp claws.

His fangs extended, gleaming like deadly daggers, and a long, powerful tail unfurled behind him.

His eyes glowed a ghostly gray, exuding an aura of cold, predatory calm.

Feng flexed his claws, marveling at the sheer strength coursing through him.

His senses were sharper than ever, his movements more fluid, and his energy reserves felt nearly limitless.

In this form, he knew that not even a cultivator at the 5th level of Qi Condensation would be a match for him.

Ren's expression shifted from arrogance to disbelief. "Impossible!" he roared.

"There's no way a person with a broken soul could achieve integration so quickly!

You don't even have a cultivation technique to complement your Heaven's Pact!"

Feng's voice was calm, almost icy. "Maybe you should've thought of that before you underestimated me."

Ren's face twisted with fury, but beneath the anger was a glimmer of fear.

"I don't care what kind of crazy secret you've uncovered, waste. When I kill you, all of that strength will be mine!"

To Feng's shock, Ren suddenly raised Crimson Fang and slashed his own wrist.

Blood gushed from the wound, spilling onto the ground in dark red pools.

"Jun!" Ren barked, his voice sharp and commanding.

Jun, standing at the edge of the battlefield, flinched at the sound of his name.

His face was pale, his body trembling. "Elder Brother…?"

"Come here!" Ren snapped, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Jun hesitated, his gaze darting between Ren and Feng. Fear and confusion clouded his expression. "But—"

Before Jun could finish his sentence, Ren blurred forward with terrifying speed.

In an instant, he drove his blade into Jun's throat.

Jun's eyes widened in shock and betrayal.

Blood poured from the wound, staining his robes as his body crumpled to the ground.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.

Ren sneered down at him, showing no remorse.

"Your life wasn't wasted, little junior brother. Be grateful to serve as my offering."

Turning back to Feng, Ren raised his bloodied blade high.

"Drink, Crimson Fang. With my blood as the anchor and this sacrifice as your offering—Raincloud Art: Unique Technique, Blood in the Rain!"

The sky darkened as storm clouds gathered overhead.

Crimson fog swirled around Ren, growing thicker and denser until it resembled a roiling sea of blood.

Feng's heart pounded as he watched Ren's aura surge.

The oppressive energy rose from the early 5th level of Qi Condensation to its peak, and when the first drops of blood-red rain began to fall, Ren broke through to the 6th level.

"I can't believe a broken soul like you made me use my trump card,"

Ren snarled, his voice filled with venom. "You should feel honored to witness this—it'll be the last thing you ever see."

The crimson rain fell harder, soaking the battlefield in an eerie, glowing red hue.

Ren's figure was almost unrecognizable, shrouded in a tempest of blood and rage.

Feng stared at him, his gray eyes unwavering. He killed his own junior brother… just for power?

His fists clenched, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.

This man isn't just cruel—he's a monster.

Ren wasted no time, launching himself toward Feng with blinding speed.

The ground cracked beneath his feet as he moved, his body a blur of crimson energy.

Feng's senses allowed him to track Ren's movements, but he could feel the strain building within him.

The integration had made him stronger, but without a proper cultivation technique to support it, the form wouldn't last long.

I have to end this quickly, he thought, his claws flexing.

If I don't, the backlash will kill me before he does.

The storm above them raged on, lightning crackling through the blood-red clouds as the two fighters locked eyes.

Their auras clashed violently, filling the air with an electric tension.

Ren's sneer widened, his confidence returning as he surged forward with another strike.

Feng braced himself, his mind racing for a way to turn the tide.

This is it, Feng thought. One way or another, this fight ends now.