The combination of all three techniques activated simultaneously pushed him to the absolute peak of what his current body could withstand. The floor beneath his feet cracked and crumbled from the weight and pressure he was now exerting.
Because of this sudden growth and power increase, the old man’s finger, which had been aid precisely at Vogue’s forehead to destroy his brain, instead touched his neck as his body expanded upward.
But it made no difference.
Instantly, the mont contact was made, Vogue’s neck disintegrated. The flesh, bone, muscle, tendons, everything simply ceased to exist. But it didn’t stop there. His chest exploded into nothing. His abdon vanished completely. A massive pillar of pure destructive light erupted from the point of contact and surged straight through Vogue’s torso.
The beam was easily two ters in diater, composed of condensed solar energy compressed to its absolute limit. It was blindingly bright, painful to look at directly, and carried the temperature of the sun’s surface.
The pillar of destruction didn’t just go through Vogue. It continued traveling in a perfectly straight line, destroying the wall behind him as if it were made of paper. The reinforced concrete and steel supports offered no resistance whatsoever, simply evaporating on contact with the beam.
From outside the building, anyone watching would have seen an incredible sight. A brilliant pillar of golden light suddenly erupted from the third floor of the Triple Love Hotel, piercing straight through the structure. The beam continued traveling, punching through the building directly behind the hotel with the sa ease. Then it went through a third building. Then a fourth.
The pillar of light destroyed and passed through three complete buildings before finally fading into the distance, its energy depleting. For several seconds, there was a perfect tunnel carved through the four structures, allowing anyone to see straight through from one side to the other.
Then darkness returned once more as the brilliant light faded, leaving behind only destruction and the sll of vaporized matter.
Back in the hotel room, Vogue’s body was almost completely destroyed. Everything from his neck down to his waist was simply gone, erased from existence. Only his head and the upper portion of his shoulders remained intact, along with his legs from the hips down. The middle section of his body had been completely annihilated by the solar beam.
His regeneration imdiately kicked into overdrive, working frantically to rebuild the missing tissue. But the damage was so severe, the destruction so complete, that even his Infinite Regeneration struggled. Flesh began growing from the edges of the wounds, but slowly, far slower than normal.
The phantom of the old man looked down at what remained of Vogue with mild surprise in his ancient eyes. "Still alive? Your regeneration ability is quite remarkable for soone at your level. But it doesn’t matter. You’ll die in the next attack."
The old man raised his finger again, preparing to completely destroy what little remained of Vogue’s body. This ti he would aim for the head and ensure nothing could regenerate.
The old man touched Vogue’s head, his glowing finger pressing directly into the skull with precise intent. The gesture was calm and unhurried, like he was simply reaching out to pet a small animal.
At that mont, the old man’s finger slowed down. Not because of his own will, but because an external force he didn’t recognize was pushing back against his movent. An invisible resistance was building around his fingertip, growing stronger with each passing millisecond.
He frowned, his ancient brow creasing with mild annoyance rather than concern. He could feel it imdiately. The force wrapping around his finger was made of a dense, heavy energy that he had encountered before in his long life.
"This kid awakened a ti elent ability?" the old man murmured to himself, studying the phenonon with detached curiosity. The realization clicked into place almost instantly. "No wonder he could regenerate so quickly. Ti manipulation allows him to reverse cellular damage continuously."
The old man snorted dismissively. Ti abilities were impressive, certainly, but they were nothing compared to the overwhelming power of solar energy at the Luminous Stage. He was beyond petty tricks and clever techniques.
With a simple surge of his aura, he shattered the ti energy wrapped around his finger like breaking thin glass. The temporal force exploded into harmless fragnts of golden particles that dissolved into nothing. His finger continued its descent without any further resistance.
He touched Vogue’s skull.
Another beam of destructive light exploded outward with devastating force. This beam was even more focused than the first, concentrated into a single point of unimaginable power. Vogue’s head didn’t just get destroyed. It turned into pure ash and scattered into dust before the particles could even fall to the ground.
The golden beam punched through the wall behind him and disappeared into the darkness of the night, leaving another perfect tunnel of destruction through the building.
The old man nodded in satisfaction. The threat was eliminated. A re child with so flashy regeneration and ti tricks.
His phantom image began to fade, the golden glow dimming as the projection withdrew its energy. Within a few seconds, the translucent figure had completely vanished from the room, leaving nothing behind but the lingering warmth of solar energy and the sll of scorched air.
The room was silent for a long mont.
Nothing moved.
Nothing stirred.
Then, a single severed finger dropped to the ground.
It landed on the cracked floor with a barely audible tap, rolling once before coming to rest against a piece of fallen debris. It was small, completely ordinary looking. Just a finger, nothing more.
But then it twitched.
The severed finger began growing imdiately. Bone extended from the base first, forming a skeletal frawork that shot outward in rapid bursts. Muscle fibers wrapped around the bone like threads being spun at incredible speed. Tendons attached. Veins ford and began pulsing with blood that materialized from nothing.
Within five seconds, a hand had ford. Within ten, an arm. Within twenty, a full torso was taking shape, vertebrae forming one by one down the spine with quiet clicking sounds.
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