Seuron and Bondre's eyes widened.
Hurent and Asuka reacted faster—but not fast enough.
"White Lion's Roar."
A massive spectral white lion manifested behind Alan and released a thunderous roar that shook the arena itself.
The ground trembled.
[ You have dealt 41,988 damage to all four targets(combined damage) ]
[ Targets have been stunned ]
Seuron: 3 seconds
Bondre: 3 seconds
Hurent: 2 seconds
Asuka: 2 seconds
Alan didn't hesitate.
"Transcend."
[ Transcend activated ]
[ Normal attack power have been doubled and converted to ranged attacks for 30 seconds ]
"Rotational Cut."
[ Rotational Cut ]
[ Swing sword in a full circle ]
[ All enemies hit take 1300% Physical Damage ]
Alan spun.
A violent ring of sword energy erupted outward—an expanding storm of blade light that tore through the battlefield.
Hurent.
Asuka.
Bondre.
Seuron.
All four were annihilated instantly—HP reduced to zero before their stun timers even expired.
Bubat and Chris, who had just rushed in to engage, were caught at the edge of the slash.
Their HP bars plummeted—over 60% erased in a single hit—and both were stunned due to sudden loss of so much health.
Alan stepped forward calmly.
"Link."
[ Link Lv.2 ]
[ Perform 13 consecutive slashes ]
[ Each slash deals 500% damage ]
His sword blurred.
Thirteen overlapping arcs struck in less than a second.
Bubat fell.
Chris followed immediately after.
Six rankers were eliminated.
The entire sequence—from the first step to the final slash—had taken less than ten seconds.
Silence descended on the arena.
Only four remained.
Hao.
Zibal.
Teddy.
Box.
They stared at Alan in disbelief—completely frozen.
Alan stood amid the fading sword light, his blade still humming softly in his hand.
"Damn it… how can this even happen?" Box muttered, stunned.
"He must have used a hidden skill. Kill him now," Zibal said grimly.
Hao raised a hand sharply. "Wait. Maintain formation. We don't know the cooldown on that spectral lion skill."
Zibal hesitated—but nodded.
And then—
Alan's body began to change.
His muscles expanded rapidly, his frame growing larger. Pale blue frost crept across his skin as his form swelled, bones shifting and thickening.
In seconds, Alan stood transformed—
An icy blue Frostlight Orc Chief.
[ You have transformed into Frostlight Orc ]
[ All Physical Stats increased by 50% ]
[ All Magical Stats decreased by 50% ]
The greatsword in his hand, once massive, now looked almost like a longsword against his enlarged frame—his height now nearly one and a half times that of a human.
"The fun has only begun," Alan said, smiling as he looked down at them.
The remaining players instinctively took a step back.
"Was there ever a skill like that in Satisfy?" Teddy asked in disbelief.
Even the rankers who had already been logged out, now watching from the spectator area, were stunned into silence.
"A transformation skill…" Chris muttered. "Where did he even get something like that?"
"It's from the Frostlight Orc chief Set," Bondre said calmly.
He adjusted his glasses, eyes fixed on Alan.
"Frostlight Orcs aren't like normal orcs. They're intelligent—on par with humans. Some of their shamans even surpass human mages in intellect."
He paused, then continued.
"Unfortunately, I only possess the bracers piece of the set. I can't see the full transformation details."
Bondre's gaze sharpened.
"But judging by his presence alone… his physical stats must have increased drastically."
The moment the transformation completed, Alan moved.
There were still 15 seconds remaining on Transcend.
Alan rushed forward like a charging beast.
"Box, buff rotation! Teddy—stop him!" Zibal shouted instantly.
Teddy reacted without hesitation.
"White Bear—Warweave!"
A massive white bear materialized in front of Alan. It resembled a polar bear, but far larger, its body covered in faintly glowing blue patterns. Its eyes burned with a feral, crimson light.
The beast roared and swung its claws at Alan.
Alan leapt.
He came down in a straight line, raising his sword overhead—
And brought it down like a guillotine.
A massive dark slash tore through the air.
The white bear was split cleanly in two.
It vanished into particles before even hitting the ground.
"What—?!"
Teddy froze, disbelief written across his face.
The reason was simple.
White Lion's Roar didn't just stun—it amplified Alan's offensive power as well as defense. Combined with Transcend, his already monstrous attack had been converted into ranged damage.
On top of that, Alan's +9 Dainsleif, now upgraded to Unique rank, gained further attack amplification from his Frostlight Orc transformation.
Under those conditions—
One-shotting the white bear was inevitable.
Alan didn't stop.
He crossed the distance to Teddy in an instant.
Teddy barely had time to widen his eyes.
"Ki—"
Too late.
Alan thrust his sword forward.
"Kill."
The blade pierced straight through Teddy's chest.
[ Kill ]
A killing sword that expresses hatred.
Deals 1500% of your Attack Power to a single target.
Inflicts Bleeding and Desperation effects.
Teddy's body froze for a fraction of a second—
Then shattered into light.
The arena fell silent.
Only three remained.
And Alan was still moving.
His next target was Box—
—but Hao suddenly appeared in front of him, spear flashing.
"I admit it," Hao said coldly. "We underestimated you. But now—this ends."
In the next instant, Hao's spear blurred.
"Gatling Spear!"
Dozens of spear afterimages erupted at once, stabbing toward Alan from every angle.
Alan narrowed his eyes.
With Haste, Quickstep, and his Frostlight Orc transformation active, his agility had reached a terrifying level.
He slipped through the storm of attacks.
Each thrust missed him by a hair's breadth.
The moment Hao realized it—
Too late.
Alan activated Pagma Sword Dance Restraint.
"What—?!"
Hao froze.
[ You are stunned for 3 seconds ]
"He has another crowd control skill…?" Hao muttered in disbelief.
Alan didn't give him time to finish the thought.
He stepped in.
His sword flashed three times.
"Empire Swordsmanship."
Three devastating arcs crossed in an instant.
Hao's body was torn apart mid-motion, split cleanly into three pieces before dissolving into light.
Hao was eliminated.
Only Zibal and Box remained.
And Alan turned toward them.
He's a monster, Zibal thought, staring at him.
Against Hao's Gatling Spear… not a single strike landed.
Zibal's heart pounded.
He dodged every one of those attacks in a single fluid motion—while performing that strange sword dance that completely erased Hao.
Cold sweat ran down his back.
This isn't just relying on powerful skill. This is perfect combat sense.
Zibal narrowed his eyes.
He's a monster… at the level of Kraugel, A Sun rank player.
The same thought crossed the minds of every ranked player watching—especially those who had personally faced Kraugel, the undisputed number one player of Satisfy.