Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

Jamson’s eyes lit up with fury the moment he saw Tristan lying motionless on the ground. A surge of rage coursed through his veins.

He didn’t hesitate.

His arm snapped forward, and a bolt of lightning tore from his palm, streaking straight toward Isabella.

*BzZAP!*

The bolt was only a breath away from hitting her when Luke suddenly threw himself between them.

*CRACK!*

The lightning slammed into Luke instead, dispersing against his body. A faint, victorious smile tugged at the corners of Isabella’s lips.

But before she could react—

*BooOM!*

A fierce bolt struck the ground directly behind Luke.

The impact blasted dust and fragments of stone into the air, sending Luke stumbling several steps forward.

Everyone froze. For a heartbeat, nobody understood where the attack had come from.

”Who’s there?” Isabella muttered, her eyes darting across the battlefield.

She slowly scanned the three enormous rocks surrounding the area.

Daniel followed her gaze — then noticed it. Harley was nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, Jamson gathered lightning in his palm again, eyes locked onto one of the muscular men, searching for an opening.

To his surprise. The man’s guard dropped for only a moment. Jamson fired. But before the bolt could reach him, another streak of lightning shot across the battlefield and collided with it.

*CRACK!*

The two attacks exploded into a shower of sparks.

While Daniel and Jamson were locked in their own exchanges, Isabella suddenly raised her hand.

She slowly swept it sideways. Dark clouds began forming above her palm. At first, they were no bigger than a fist.

Then they expanded.

Thick black clouds rolled outward, twisting and churning as if something were moving inside them.

Isabella swung her hand forward. The cloud followed, like a blade being thrown through the air, it sliced across the battlefield.

The farther it traveled, the wider it became. Then — Lightning flickered inside the dark mass. A second later, bolts began raining from the clouds, striking the ground one after another.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*

”What form is that?” Daniel muttered, his eyes widening.

Jamson gritted his teeth. ”She’s using the Fifth Form.”

Meanwhile, the hairs along Harley’s arms suddenly stood straight. A prickling sensation crawled across his skin.

Something was coming.

Harley slowly leaned around the edge of the stone cover, his expression changed instantly when he saw a wave of black clouds rushing toward him.

”Oh no!” said Harley.

Out of the eight fighters, none had mastered the Fifth Form. Some weren’t even close to reaching it, while Isabella had reached it and could control it with frightening precision.

She wasn’t simply releasing the clouds. She was guiding them, stabilizing their shape and controlling their direction.

The entire mass moved exactly where she wanted. Harley immediately pushed off the ground and sprinted toward another cover.

He leaped.

*BZZAP!*

A bolt shot from the dark clouds faster than he could react. It struck him in midair.

”AaAH!”

His body jerked from the impact before he was thrown down onto the battlefield.

*Thud!*

Harley hit the ground hard and lay motionless.

A triumphant smile spread across Isabella’s face.

She had gotten him. But she wasn’t finished. Before turning away, she raised her hand again.

Another bolt descended from the dark clouds.

”AAaA!!” Harley’s body jolted from the second strike.

Then the dark clouds slowly began to fade.

Isabella turned her attention toward Daniel and Jamson. Her eyes moved between them as though choosing her next target.

Then her gaze stopped on Jamson.

She lifted her right hand and swept it sideways. A new wave of clouds twisted and stretched, bending into the shape of a giant C.

Then they surged toward Jamson.

Lightning poured from them like rain making the ground exploded with every strike.

*BZzAP! BzZAP! BZzAP!*

”What the fuck is this?!” Daniel hurriedly threw himself to the side.

A bolt crashed down where he had been standing only a moment earlier. The hairs on his arm stood straight as another wave of electricity crackled past him.

Daniel stared at the approaching black clouds as they moved toward Jamson — and they weren’t slowing down.

Jamson tried to move aside, only to realize his path was blocked by chains of lightning crawling across the ground, restricting his movement.

The spectators watching the match noticed it too. Some began stepping back, their expressions changing as if the fight had already been decided.

By the time Jamson could think of a solution, a bolt of lightning struck him.

”Aaa!”

However, in that moment, Isabella’s focus was entirely on Jamson. Daniel saw the opening. He immediately channeled his lightning and fired.

*BZZAP!*

Yet one of her teammates reacted quickly, pushing her aside and taking the attack himself.

”Dylan!” Isabella blurted out.

Dylan fell motionless to the ground, his face pressed against the battlefield.

Before Daniel could follow up, Isabella grabbed another teammate and took cover behind a rock.

’Not good. She’s going to channel that terrifying move again,’ Daniel thought.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*

Bolt after bolt, Daniel unleashed lightning toward them. But it was no use. Every attack was countered by the muscular man, giving Isabella enough time to channel the Fifth Form of lightning.

Desperate, Daniel poured everything he had into his attacks. Within moments, he unleashed nine consecutive Third Form lightning bolts at them. One after another. Again and again. Until the dark clouds finally began to gather above them.

Tristan, on the other hand, could barely lift his head, his eyes shifted toward Daniel as he watched the thunderous clouds slowly swarm around him.

What shocked him even more was that Isabella had reached the Fifth Form of Thunder and could control it with such precision.

’So that’s why she’s been acting like that...’ Tristan thought, his expression turning grim.

Daniel tried to move aside, but the clouds followed him.

No matter where he moved, the dark mass shifted in the same direction, as though Isabella were controlling it manually, somehow locking onto him as her target.

Soon, Daniel found himself cornered near the line.

The line marked the edge of the battlefield. If he crossed it, he would be eliminated, and Isabella’s team would win easily.

But if he stepped out now, people would see him as a coward — someone who didn’t have the courage to continue fighting.

And for someone carrying the Dikson family name, that would be a shame. Most people chose to stay and fight, believing that facing their opponent head-on was a matter of honor.

’What do I do...?’ Daniel thought, his eyes shifting between the approaching dark clouds and the line beside him.