[ Body of Catastrophe ]
This is a Physique of the Divine grade. It gives its host the ability it's easily comprehend the principles of natural disasters. By coming in to physical contact with natural disasters/hazards it guarantees the comprehension of its principles.
Survival is not guaranteed if the divine physique comes into contact with a disaster, but surviving any disaster comes with ridiculous gains.
Once principles reach a certain level of comprehension the physique forcibly creates skills within the scope of the host's class, and blessing.
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After seeing Storm's information, not just the physique information but his blessing and class as well, Horo and Alma immediately came to a conclusion.
"Father, that national guard must be a prosperous one of this generation like you and your sister", said Alma.
Horo responded, "Hmmm, so that's what my new bloodline has been itching for ever since I looked at him. Somehow I can feel his strings of fortune, and I also feel they are connected to mine."
And indeed, Horo had been feeling a lot of strange things since his bloodlines merged.
He finally began to understand the abilities of his bloodline, and as more dots connected within his spirit container he came to many conclusions about said abilities.
For starters he instinctively could feel threads of karma, fate, as well as fortune, especially when it when if came to himself.
It was very subtle, but the feelings were certain. It was as if the world itself was favoring him as well as his actions, and he could sense that even the most disastrous events would likely end up benefiting him.
Previously his bloodlines greatly enhanced his heart force, guided him intuitively and granted him the third eye on his forehead.
He was now certain this new bloodline granted many more benefits.
For example, he could sense that Storm was favored as well, maybe not as much as himself but nonetheless special he was anything but ordinary.
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Back on the stage Okan seemed as if he was brooding over thoughts after hearing what Storm said.
Then a said, "Your right, your right. How about we take things up a notch anyways, since I feel you're superior in form using after seeing that skill."
Storm replied, "Ahh thanks for the compliment, well I guess we should go all out since a loss means elimination in this round."
Okan's response was, "Sure let's make the stage rumble then."
This time Storm was the first to attack, as before Okan had even finished his sentence, his fist began crackling with lighting while a small grey cloud appeared above his head doing the same.
"Thunderstorm Fist", he shouted.
Storm had threw a punch that so fast no one but the super powerhouses saw it as he sat in the same spot . What followed was Okan flying back like a bolt of lightning that crashed into the stage.
Speaking of lightning, it was two bolts of it that struck him simultaneously faster than his perception could sense, taking away the advantage of his mysterious movement technique.
One bolt came from Storm's fist, and the other from the little grey cloud.
Clearly this form using skill granted to him by his physique also carried energy handling properties, and whenever he struck the cloud would as well as his a lightning storm was actually fighting his target.
Storm waited for the dust to clear while maintaining his punching stance.
When the dust cloud cleared Okan could be seen standing back up in a small pit within the stage.
His clothes looked scorched and half destroyed, while his hair showed he had been electrocuted as it stood on end.
Lightning continued to spark in places on his body, but it was soon dispersed by black winds that began revolving from his figure.
He received a lot of damage of course, but he was a ruler stage combatant from a super power like the Black Winds Valley, not some weakling that would keel over from a single skill.
He brushed himself off before he said, "You really didn't hold back there. How unfair, your physique is outrageous, all you have to do train and progress in technique while it gifts you ridiculous skills. "
Storm laughed loudly before saying, "if only you knew the things I've had to endure to receive these skills. I wish they were simply gifted as you say."
Okan raised a brow wondering what Storm meant by that. He then said, "Well let's get on with it".
He disappeared the next instant and moved just as fast as Storm's last skill.
He appeared before Storm intending to land a blow but was struck by a bolt of lightning again without Storm even needed to punch.
Okan had moved so fast that Storm didn't react on time, but the cloud did.
Horo , unlike everyone else, could see Thunderstorm fist is a grand level skill that remains active.
One of its passive features could protect its user.
Many others were able to deduce what Horo could see from his module.
This time Okan was able to tank majority of the force from the bolt of lightning due to the protective black wind ability he activated because of the last two strikes, but it's effects were still painful and taking a toll.
The only difference this time was that he wasn't the only one who received damage.
The black winds that surrounded his body was sharper than spirit diamonds, and as corrosive as a flame salamanders poison sac.
Storm's golden valor was unable to completely protect him as one of the winds shredded through it by his leg leaving a deep gash that looked infected.
The corrosion from the wind attempted to devour the rest of his leg. He simply smiled and his Valor's intensity increased drastically as the seals it was composed of singed brighter than the sun before banishing the corrosion from his body and healing him.
Meanwhile Okan was blown back to the other side of the stage, smoking once again.
His eyes were blood shot, and he was fuming like an angry bull.
He said, "Fuck this shit".
What followed was the activation of his pseudo ultimate ability.