Date- 13 April 2321
Ti- 9:52
Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital
"Belphagor, are you going to remain rooted there, or will you co over and give your buddy a tight hug?" Wyatt playfully taunted, observing the Belphagor's deep contemplation.
"Hey, kiddo, your soul energy signature is muddled with curse energy. What did you risk this ti to amp up your strength?" Belphagor inquired, skepticism written all over his face. He couldn't fathom how the boy, who eight days gambled his soul to borrow power to take down a semi-demigod and save his sweetheart, could now possess abilities surpassing even regular demigods.
Belphagor refrained from hastily ending Wyatt's life and claiming his soul for a specific reason. After experiencing defeat in Wyatt's hands, he developed a newfound respect for the young man. Hence, he approached the situation with caution, unwilling to be careless against an adversary he now recognized as formidable.
Belphagor wasn't convinced that Wyatt would sacrifice himself solely because a devil offered to spare others in exchange for his life. He saw Wyatt as soone far more cunning and strategic, possessing a ga plan that needed thorough comprehension. He understood that Wyatt's intelligence surpassed the notion of making such a rash and selfless decision.
This was why Belphagor did not imdiately take action instead took his ti to gather his thoughts and understand what Wyatt was up to. He refused to rush headlong into action instead he sought to discern the intricate web of intentions woven by the young enigma before him and learn where and what Wyatt's true purpose was.
"Even if you are my buddy, I'm afraid that's classified information," Wyatt retorted calmly, his attention montarily diverted towards monitoring the progress of his mutated soul, which had set out on a mission to put an end to Matron once and for all.
"Your soul belongs to . I will not allow you to willfully damage it or wager it with soone else," The Belphagor declared his claim over Wyatt's soul confidently implying that he had harvested Wyatt's soul.
"Sure buddy, then why don't you co get it," Wyatt retorted playfully, beckoning Belphagor with a confident gesture of his finger.
In the face of Wyatt's taunting gesture, Belphagor's composure wavered his initial intent to withhold vengeance temporarily giving way to an overwhelming surge of fury. Succumbing to his emotions, he abandoned caution and lunged ferociously at the boy, driven by the determination to deliver a swift and decisive blow to his head, seeking to end Wyatt's life in an instant.
Like a blazing cot streaking through the heavens, Belphagor's unparalleled speed was a sight to behold. In the blink of an eye, he closed the gap between him and Wyatt, summoning the primal force of his physical body into his fist. With unrestrained power, he unleashed a devastating punch aid at Wyatt's face, the sheer intensity of his strike would blow up his head like an exploding waterlon which would shatter into countless fragnts.
As the tempestuous fist hurtled towards him, Wyatt's deanor remained unwavering, his steady gaze fixated on the oncoming threat. Yet, instead of flinching or evading, a srizing spectacle unfolded before their eyes. A human hand materialized in front of Wyatt, seemingly borne of perfect muscles, intercepting Belphagor's mighty punch with astonishing ease. The humanoid arm's appearance was similar to Wyatt's arm filled with incredible strength, halting Belphagor's advance in its tracks and rendering him montarily motionless. A profound sense of wonder and uncertainty filled the air, as the clash of two forces painted an otherworldly illusion between the boy and the devil.
Wyatt's remarkable feat of catching Belphagor's punch effortlessly left the devil utterly astonished. With a newfound sense of vigilance, Belphagor hastily withdrew his hand and quickly retreated with his eyes fixed on Wyatt with a complex fusion of fear and bewildernt written across his face.
Belphagor felt as such because Wyatt's floating humanoid arm stopped his punch with more than just strength. To be accurate there was no force behind Wyatt's floating when it caught his punch puzzled Belphegaor deeply. His fist felt a suction force, previously unknown to him, lay within the floating arm. Like a voracious vortex, it had absorbed the entire kinetic energy behind his punch, halting his attack without a struggle.I think you should take a look at
In the wake of this revelation, a newfound caution for Wyatt's unyielding prowess swept over Belphagor, prompting him to proceed more carefully, as Wyatt appeared to have gotten his hands on quite a troubleso ability that was too strong to overco with re physical strength.
"Is that the best you can muster? You colossal swine!" Wyatt's triumphant shout pierced the air as yet another of his floating fists materialized alongside Belphagor. Swift as lightning, it delivered a resounding blow to the devil's face before he could react. The force of the punch sent Belphagor hurtling through the air, propelled an astonishing distance of 200 to 250 ters before he finally ca to a jarring halt.
The impact of the punch was nothing short of cataclysmic. The devil's once fearso visage was distorted, his two formidable tusks broken and rendered in a state of disarray. The sight of his shattered facade stood as a testant to the overwhelming power concealed within the floating arms that Wyatt conjured, leaving the mighty Belphagor both humbled and astounded before his formidable adversary.
"..." Belphagor gasped, gazing upon his shattered tusks with wide-eyed astonishnt. His eyes then shifted towards Wyatt, who stood motionless as if rooted to the ground since the onset of the tumultuous battle, utterly bewildered. The unfathomable question lingered in his mind: How could Wyatt's re conjured fist hold such unimaginable physical might?
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Wyatt playfully goaded Belphegor, "Hey buddy, let's remove the safety gloves and get serious, shall we? Don't say I didn't warn you when I claim your life before you unleash your full might!"
His voice brimd with confidence, a daring challenge flung into the air like a gauntlet. Wyatt had paid a lot to gain the power that lay within him waiting to be unleashed. The ti had co for him to display the depths of what he was capable of to the world.
As the words hung in the air, the battlefield seed to hold its breath, anticipating the impending clash of wills. Belphegor's deanor shifted, recognizing the subtle transformation in Wyatt's aura. It was no longer that of a re demigod but sothing else more profound.
Fueled by Wyatt's provocative remarks, Belphagor refused to indulge in verbal jousting. With a flourish, he unleashed his twin chain whips, their tallic serpents dancing in the air. But that wasn't all he had in store. Channeling his mastery of ti rule, he concocted a srizing spectacle, creating a tertiary ti flow overlapping the existing secondary and original ti flows.
This newly crafted ti flow was longer than the other two ti flows, exclusively for the deadly dance of his whips to traverse, seeking out Wyatt as their pri target. It was a breathtaking display of skill and rule power, showcasing the awe of Belphagor's unparalleled prowess.
Wyatt's soul pupil beheld the twin chain whips hurtling towards him, guided by the enigmatic tertiary ti flow. As the whips drew nearer, his vision split, revealing a breathtaking spectacle of two overlapping realities. One reality showcased the paused secondary ti flow, while the other unveiled the moving tertiary ti flow.
Such an otherworldly display failed to perplex Wyatt, for he was no stranger to this wondrous phenonon. Many a ti, he had witnessed the intertwining ti flows whenever the malevolent Belphagor unleashed his chain whips upon the demigods.
After much contemplation and profound introspection, Wyatt had grasped a crucial realization: his body and soul possessed the remarkable ability to acclimate to different ti flows, but this adaptability was contingent on the ti flow directly influencing him. The devil's cunningly crafted tertiary ti flow, a product of its ti rule mastery, currently exerted its influence solely over his vision, allowing only his soul pupils to embrace its essence and perceive its manifestations. However, the rest of his physical form remained firmly entrenched in the familiar grip of the secondary ti flow.
As a result of this dichotomy, he found himself in a perplexing state—a keen observer of the impending chain assault, yet incapacitated to evade it due to the temporal incongruity between his perception and his body's response. Within Wyatt, a potent struggle unfolded—an inner conflict between his perception of ti rule and the constraints of his physical body.
Having discerned the flaw in his enigmatic immunity to the ti rule, Wyatt had devised a thod to surmount it. This involved him using the physical one with the world state to form a harmonious connection with the world around him. In this state, he aid to assimilate as much of his surroundings as possible, making them a part of his physical body. When the devil's chain whip entered this vicinity, it would influence the interconnected surroundings that had beco a part of him, triggering his mysterious immunity to ti. This, in turn, would enable him to access the tertiary ti flow brought about by the devil. Once Wyatt's body could harness this tertiary ti flow, he would adeptly evade its effects.
Wyatt's keen deduction proved accurate, for the mont the infamous Belphagor's chain whips slithered into his surrounding, he felt the tertiary ti flow the chain whips had used to travel faster than the secondary ti flow. Embracing the mystical tertiary ti flow, he deftly sidestepped the vicious whips, re hairs' breadth away, much to Belphagor's astonishnt and bewildernt. This sudden twist had left even the devil himself shell-shocked.
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