[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher":3,"chapter-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-140":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1723552,2200,"Chapter 140: Inferno Starburst Fist","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-140",140,"\u003Cp>Daxon, Lyria, and Cassynne moved swiftly through the dark, narrow hallways—silent but resolute, cutting down any black-masked bastard they came across.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each room they opened held fragments of nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some rooms were filled with trembling victims chained to blood-soaked tables, others were half-filled with screams that stopped the second the door opened... and some had only silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence was the worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They entered one such room—a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies lay scattered across the floor. Human children, beastman children... lifeless, cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyria’s steps faltered. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her body moved on its own toward a small kid—a tiny, frail body with matted hair and a still, peaceful face that should’ve been squirming with life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knelt beside the kid, her breath shaky, her hands trembling. Tenderly, she held the child’s small frame in her lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This...\" she whispered, voice cracking. \"How could they do this to a child like this...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were burning with tears now. The heat of grief turned to rage. Her mana flared sharply—hot, unstable, suffocating the room with her fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lyria,\" Daxon called, firm but pained. \"We need to move. We... we’ll mourn later. There are still others to save.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassynne looked away, jaw tensed, fists clenched so tight her knuckles went white. She couldn’t look at the carnage long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment of silence passed—then Cassynne broke it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guys...\" she said, voice low. \"The shaking and shockwaves... they’re gone. But I still feel that sinister presence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed, glancing anxiously at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did that Zayne guy... lose?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile — outside, where Darron and Zayne were locked in battle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground was shattered and broken in a wide radius, rubble and dust clouds still settling from their earlier exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron stood in his fully transformed state — body enlarged, veins glowing faintly beneath the skin, jagged claws, and eyes burning like a feral beast. His breath fell heavy, rage lingering in each exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Zayne rose from a mound of cracked debris, brushing off dust from his long, now slightly dirtied black coat. His expression was calm, his light purple eyes practically glowing—more amused than irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, man,\" Zayne said, glancing down at the smudges, \"you made my clothes dirty. That’s just rude.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron’s mouth tightened. Anger flashed in his reborn, blood-red eyes—he’d expected fear, or at least awe. Instead the man before him joked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron’s jaw clenched in fury. Still joking. Still mocking me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word he lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fist like a battering ram shot forward. Zayne caught the blow as if it were a child’s tap, fingers closing around the wrist. For a breath they locked—muscle against muscle, corrupted flame against calm ember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pushed. Darron ground his teeth, forcing pressure like a crushing tide. Zayne only smirked, steady as stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Darron tried to change the angle. Using that momentary grip, he heaved—aiming to throw Zayne skyward, to use momentum and weight. Zayne didn’t falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a snarl, Darron’s hand blitzed forward-faster, wilder this time-and grabbed Zayne by the coat, hoisting him off the ground with a single arm. Then, with raw brute strength, he swung Zayne upward, intending to slam him back down and grind him like dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But mid-swing—Zayne stopped falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He floated there. Weightless. Smirking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion flickered in Darron’s eyes, but it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zayne suddenly pulled on the arm still clinging to him and spun—dragging Darron off-balance, the air around them swirling as they twisted together in an unexpected arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Round and round you go,\" Zayne murmured, voice light, almost playful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron’s feet left the ground as he was yanked higher, manhandled by someone half his mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zayne’s spinning momentum twisted into a burst of force as he launched Darron away like a broken cog in a machine. The brute sailed through the air, crashing violently into the ground just a few feet from where his machete-saber lay embedded in the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth cracked beneath him. His body was mostly unscathed, but the insult burned deeper than any injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zayne landed softly, dust swirling around his boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed casually at the blade buried in the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go on. Fight me with your saber.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips stretched into a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your so called warm-up isn’t cutting it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron pushed himself up, trembling—not from pain, but from the rising boil of humiliation and fury twisting inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy... this annoying bastard... I’ll kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron ripped his machete-saber from the dirt, the metal hissing slightly as the heat of his rage bled into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Zayne lowered into a relaxed stance — both palms open, lightly angled, a flickering red-orange flame wreathing each hand. He looked almost casual, like a street brawler just waiting for the bell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on,\" Zayne taunted, flame mana swirling like living fire around his palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun mid-step, saber carving a vicious circular slash that sliced the air right where Zayne stood. But Zayne had already moved — a burst of mana lifted him upward in a quick dash, causing the blade to cut nothing but wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Darron wasn’t done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared, jerking his machete upward in an arcing counter-slash — the blade now wrapped in a blood-red inferno, flame licking like a predator hungry for flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inferno Blade: Abyssal Flame Slash\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a jagged, blazing arc burst from the blade, surging toward Zayne with demonic force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In answer, Zayne simply inhaled, gathering mana into his core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson Ember Style: Scorch Pulse Breaker\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse of flame-mana burst from him — not a shield, not a wall, but a spherical shockwave of heat surging in every direction. The slashing inferno shattered on impact, its flames snuffed out instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron was blown off his feet, body blasted backward by the explosive wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse of flame-mana burst from him — not a shield, not a wall, but a spherical shockwave of heat surging in every direction. The slashing inferno shattered on impact, its flames snuffed out instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron was blown off his feet, body blasted backward by the explosive wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zayne didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flashed, and the air cracked beneath him as he shot forward — legs blazing with bright red-orange flame mana, each stride leaving scorching trails like burning comets streaking behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson Ember Style: Inferno dash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zayne twisted mid-air and dropped — heel-first — into a brutal, flame-clad dropkick that struck Darron square in the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force sent Darron flying, crashing him into the hardened stone boundary of the massive underground space. Stone cracked, dust fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a guttural growl, Darron burst back out, steam rising from a scorch mark on his torso. The shallow injury healed before it even scarred, black vessels weaving the flesh back together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat, frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... why are you so damn strong!? Earlier, I punched you in the face.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zayne floated just above the ground, dust and embers swirling around his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh,\" he said with a shrug, smirk widening,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those attacks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, that was charity only.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron’s breathing grew ragged. Fury surged — but beneath it, fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew. He couldn’t win. Not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t defeat him... but I can still erase everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every experiment. Every secret. Every trace of our organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that smug bastard’s overconfidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll use it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron launched upward with explosive force, flames rippling off him like liquid shadow-fire. He shot toward the ceiling of the underground space — Zayne watched, but didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Zayne crossed his arms, eyes sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s about to finish this. All right,\" he smirked. \"I should do the same.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up above, Darron hovered near the ceiling, gripping his machete saber tight. The blade screamed with dark mana, swallowing all light around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised it high — an executioner’s strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corrupted black and blood-red flames surged violently, twisting into a spiraling storm of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar, he swung down:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inferno Blade: Cataclysmic Oblivion Slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked the world split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive, massive arc of corrupted fire screamed downward, ripping through the air in a devastating wave. Its heat could melt steel, its power erase life — it was annihilation itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daxon, Lyria, and Cassynne — , exhausted, but determined — led the survivors out of the building. Some limped, some carried others. Some barely clung to life. But they moved. They escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as they reached the outside and looked up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hearts froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast tidal wave of corrupted black-red fire was raining down upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s over,\" someone whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We worked so hard...\" Daxon muttered, numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the end...\" Lyria said, her voice hollow, \"it doesn’t even matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\" That Zayne guy really lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope flickered out from every face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LOOK!\" Cassynne shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They followed her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, rising in front of them, stood Zayne — surrounded by a blazing red-orange flame aura, flowing like molten gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up. Smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s finish this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, Darron laughed bitterly through his exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he lives... he can’t save them. And with them gone, so goes all evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zayne moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He concentrated his breath. Extreme of flame mana from his body folded — into his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temperature soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He launched upward like a rocket, leaving the earth scorched below — and then threw his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A radiant, colossal flame sphere detonated from his punch, forming into the shape of a massive blazing and shining fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson Ember Style: Inferno Starburst Fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It collided with the falling wave of blood red fire like a sun devouring a meteor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blinding light exploded. The victims shielded their eyes, many collapsing in pure instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Daxon, Lyria, Cassynne — they looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive radiant fist tore through Darron’s obliterating wave, shredding it like paper — then kept going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darron’s eyes went wide with pure horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No— NO!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time left for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The colossal fist consumed him whole, silencing his scream as it burst through the underground ceiling — blasting it open in a towering explosion of flame and light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire base was bathed in the radiance of two red suns, as the orange red sky was revealed overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And high above, in that blazing light — floated Zayne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fist still raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smile still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure of impossible power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Invincible.\u003C\u002Fp>",1720,"2026-06-06T15:36:01.016Z",1,"novelbin.me","b67976bc8f42641e9672c4dd94e3e199435dc176aa4dc7e771e6f59a34c88fbb","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-141","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-139",275,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstrongest-existence-becomes-teacher-cover.jpg"]