"Tear apart?" Max’s voice dripped with mockery, his faint smile sharpening into sothing cruel. His figure blurred with a flicker of lightning and space distortion, reappearing directly in front of Moro before the demon could even blink.
Max’s hand shot forward, gripping Moro’s long black hair tightly in his scaled fist. He yanked the demon’s head back, forcing him to et his cold, rciless eyes.
"You don’t understand the situation you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?" Max said quietly, his voice calm yet laced with a terrifying edge.
Bang!
Max’s fist drove into Moro’s face, a shockwave bursting outward from the impact. The air rippled violently, stone beneath them cracking apart. Moro’s head snapped back from the blow, his body flung like a doll—but when he steadied himself mid-air, blood only dripped faintly from his lip, his face marred with nothing more than bruises.
Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, surprise flickering in them. "Damn... you really are built for taking a beating, aren’t you?" His tone was half scornful, half genuinely impressed. "That was my full physical strength, and yet... you’re still intact."
He exhaled, his faint smile returning, colder this ti. "I guess it’s ti to stop playing around."
With a flick of his arm, he tossed Moro’s body aside like discarded trash. Lightning flared faintly as Max extended his right hand, and in it appeared the Blue Dragon Sword, its blade humming with sharp intent.
The world seed to darken as his aura surged. Around his body, the 3rd level Concept of Severing Sword roared to life, the sheer sharpness so intense it seed to slice the very air with every flicker. Sparks of lightning burst forth, coiling around him like serpents.
Max’s eyes locked onto Moro, his voice ringing out like thunder.
"First Form of Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword!"
The sword erupted with dazzling power. The 3rd level Concept of Lightning intertwined with the 3rd level Concept of Severing, fusing together into a storm of destruction. When Max slashed, the strike was no re sword arc—it was a tearing rift of pure lightning, sharp enough to sever essence, blazing enough to illuminate the entire hidden city.
The slash ripped forward, aid directly at Moro.
"No!" Moro scread, terror flooding his crimson eyes. Darkness surged desperately from his body, condensing into a massive shield of writhing shadows. The 3rd level Concept of Darkness twisted into a do of solid black, trembling violently as he poured every ounce of his energy into it.
But it wasn’t enough.
Shhhhk!
The lightning slash crashed into the shield. The severing intent bit deep, shredding the darkness apart like paper. Cracks spiderwebbed across the do before it shattered completely, the remnants of shadow dissolving into the air. The sword slash pressed onward, rciless, descending straight toward Moro’s chest.
"Master Ballion, save !" Moro’s roar of despair tore through the battlefield, his pride utterly crushed, his body trembling under the certainty of death.
A cold voice answered him.
"Useless."
In the next instant, Ballion’s figure appeared directly in front of Moro. His hand raised lazily, cloaked in a roiling sea of darkness. His 4th level Concept of Darkness surged forth like a black tide, devouring the air around it.
Boom!
With a casual wave, Ballion’s darkness swallowed Max’s lightning-slash whole. The mighty strike that had torn through Moro’s defenses effortlessly vanished, consud into nothingness as though it had never existed.
The ground beneath them cracked, the air trembled, but Ballion stood unfazed, his crimson eyes locked on Max.
"I can’t let you kill him," Ballion said, his voice steady, his gaze deep as abyssal night. His presence pressed down like a mountain, a reminder that he was no ordinary foe.
Max’s faint smile twisted into a sneer as he teleported back to President William’s side, his body flickering with arcs of lightning and space distortion. His sword lowered slightly, but the murderous intent in his eyes sharpened like a blade.
"Do you really think you can protect soone I want to kill?" Max’s voice was low, cold, dripping with contempt.
At that mont, his aura surged. The 3rd level Concept of Flas burst to life around him, causing his body to ignite with a terrifying black flas.
Moro’s eyes widened in terror as he suddenly felt the sa flas licking at his own body. He looked down—black fire was already devouring his chest.
"Black flas?!" Moro shouted in panic, his aura exploding outward. His 3rd level Concept of Darkness surged to life, shadows wrapping tightly around his body as he tried to snuff out the fire. But the mont his darkness touched the black flas, sothing horrifying happened.
The flas didn’t vanish.
They fed on the darkness.
His shadows dissolved like dry leaves in acid, fueling the flas until they blazed hotter, fiercer, spreading faster across his body. And if one looked carefully, faint streaks of purple fire flickered between the black tongues of fla, pulsing ominously as if another, deeper power lay hidden within.
"No! NO!" Moro scread, slapping at his chest in panic, summoning more and more darkness, only to see it devoured instantly. The more he resisted, the faster the flas spread. His arms, his legs, his torso—every inch of his body began to blaze.
In monts, Moro was engulfed in an inferno.
"Master Ballion! HELP !" Moro’s voice cracked, filled with unbridled fear. The arrogance, the pride, the cruelty—gone. What remained was raw desperation as his body turned into a living torch.
Ballion’s crimson eyes darkened, his expression twisting in frustration. Just a mont ago, he had spoken with cold certainty: "I can’t let you kill him." And now this human—this boy—was defying him, right in front of his face, burning Moro alive with flas he couldn’t comprehend.
’This human...’ Ballion’s frown deepened as his aura surged. He moved quickly, summoning his 4th level Concept of Darkness. A tidal wave of shadows enveloped Moro, wrapping him in a do of pure abyssal energy.
The ground cracked beneath the pressure as the darkness crushed down, aiming to smother the black flas completely.
But when the smoke cleared, Ballion’s eyes widened.
The flas burned brighter.
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