Deep within The Great Wildlands Forest, A boy who looks to be 12 years old with God-like features is standing below 4 mountains with Peak Core Formation masters imprinted on each one. Each one of these mountains looked as if a meteor shower hit them but were somehow still standing strong, almost as if the very mountains themselves were afraid to do something that the boy below wouldn't like. That was when the voice of the boy was heard by all those around him.

"But... before we begin with the real fun part, let's do a quick head count!"

Azmond said with an excited look on his face.

"Alright, we have The first big guy whose name was... I think it was Grandmaster Argas or something? Next, is ShitFred or something like that? Then we have that Edging guy who went super Saiyan along with that Biggo dude earlier"

Azmond went through all of the Goblin's names and mispronounced them as awfully as possible without a care for what remained of their face.

"Alright, That makes a total of 4 little green piggies!"

Azmond spoke with a look on his face that said he was proud of this accomplishment.

"I am not a devil so before we begin, let's see a raise of hands if you don't want to participate in what's about to come."

Azmond asked.

"...."

If any of the Goblins were still conscious right now, they would be rolling in their graves fuming in anger at the ridiculous question Azmond was asking.

"Okie~Dokie~ I see no hands raised so I assume everyone is ready for some fun?!?"

Azmond asked again even though he knew no one would answer him.

"You guys don't have to be so enthusiastic about this, it is truly my honor to give you guys the privilege of testing a new technique I wanna try."

Azmond spoke with a wide smile on his handsome face.

"Alright, who here likes swords? I know a few of you do... those 3 big ones you hit me with earlier hurt quite a bit you know?"

Azmond said with a straight face even when he knew for a fact that he didn't feel anything more than a bug bite when he got hit earlier.

"So~ I thought I should return the favor, since I am such a kind soul, I shall return the favor 10 fold just for you guys."

The unconscious goblins are practically crying tears of blood within their dreams.

"No Need to thank me, I love to give back to the community!"

Azmond spoke dangerous words with a magnanimous look on his face.

"Oh wait a damn second! Silly ME! I forgot something important I have to ask first."

Azmond suddenly spoke with a look of realization.

"I need one of you Green Piggies to tell me from which hole you crawled out from. I want to find even stronger green piggies from wherever you came from, there has to be someone stronger than you guys there right?!?"

Azmond asked the unconscious Goblins with an expectant look on his face.

"Oops, I forgot that one of you guys has to actually be conscious to answer my questions."

Azmond now sported a silly look, a look that for the first time actually made sense for him to have on his childlike features.

"Innie minnie minie mo, I choose you pikkachu!"

Azmond had his finger pointed in a random direction with his other hand over his eyes.

"You're the closest Green Piggie to where my finger is pointed towards so you shall be the one to answer all my queries."

Azmond leaped up to the mountain the Largest Goblin, GrandMeister Argas was taking a 'nap' inside of as he grabbed him by the back of his head and threw him back to the ground with a few sonic booms being produced on the way.

GrandMeister Argas got one hell of a wake-up call as he landed face-first into the dirt where a crater was created from the impact.

"What the Hell is going on Here?!?!"

The Now concussed GrandMeister screamed out loud with his mouth still in the dirt.

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"Good Morning Sunshine! Did you have a nice dream?? Just kidding, I don't care! I just need you to tell me where you and your 3 green buddies popped out from."

Azmond, who suddenly appeared next to the still confused GrandMeister, asked with a large smile on his face. A smile that creeped the hell out of Argas.

"You're the Human boy who we were supposed to kill, aren't you?!?!? How are you still alive?!? You should be dead by now!!"

The delirious GrandMeister Asked Azmond with a bloodied-up face.

"You're not the brightest are you? Yes I am the victim of your stalking and I am in fact still alive! I don't see why I wouldn't be... your buddies over there would need another 1000 of themselves cloned to be able to put a scratch on me, Hahahahhaha"

Azmond explained to The GrandMeister while laughing like a maniac.

"Th-This can't be... Our plan was flawless!"

GrandMeister Argas continued to speak in denial of the facts even when they were presented right in front of him.

"I don't think I can say anything else to convince your small mind that is really happening but I will need to know where exactly you came from... Now!!!"

Azmond was getting a little impatient as he yelled the last part with a demonic look on his face.

The GrandMeister became scared out of his mind when he say the devilish look on Azmond’s face, but he quickly regained his composure as he looked Azmond dead in the eye and spoke with a voice as determined as he could make it seem.

"I will tell you nothing of my home, you monster!"

Argas spoke with a resolute look.

"A monster calling me a Monster is ironic isn't it?? And Your loyalty will get you nowhere with me Piggie."

Azmond responded back with an even larger demonic smile on his usually handsome face.

"Torture me if you want monster, but my mind won't change, you will never get anything out of me!!"

GrandMeister Argas responded with an even more firm and resolute look on his bloodied face.

"I see..."

Azmond responded as if thinking about something important.

"Well, whatever... I will find whichever hole you crawled out from with or without your cooperation little piggy."

Azmond’s thinking face changed back to his usual creepy smile.

"How did it feel to fly??"

Azmond asked Argas.

"What?"

Argas asked with a confused face.

"I said, how did it feel to fly??? L-I-T-T-L-E P-I-G-G-Y!!"

Azmond Asked Argas with a demonic smile as he suddenly appeared next to Argas and kicked him straight back into the mountain he just came out of with.

A few sonic booms and screams later and GrandMeister Argas was right back where he started, face first in an almost crumbling mountain.

"Well that was a bust... whatever, lets get back to the main task at hand!"

Azmond spoke with excitement evident on his handsome face.

'The Divine Devil Arts Scripture said something about using the elements in the air to form the technique.'

Azmond thought to himself as he concentrated on gathering the Lightning qi elements in the air to mold into the shape of a sword that he held in his hand.

'Hmm... I think this is right'

Azmond thought to himself with a satisfied look.

'And then the technique manual says I need to envision the process of holding and swinging it'

Azmond then began to imagine himself swinging a massive sword made of lightning decimating everything in its path.

'I think I got that part down pat, yep yep. The next part of the manual says I need to then envision what I want the end result of my strike to look like...'

Azmond began to imagine the end result of his sword strike as the lightning shaped sword he was holding within his hands began to float above his hand and grew in size.

1 meter... 2 meters... 5 meters... 10 meters... 20 meters... 100 meters... 300 meters... The Lightning sword just came growing and growing in size until it reached a total length of 1000 meters. A lightning sword that touched the Heavens...

"Oooh, this is quite the overkill huh?"

Azmond said with a delighted look despite his words.

"But I think I can make it bigger... It could be dangerous though... Who Am I KIDDING?!?!? Lets make it Bigger, Hahahahhahaah!!"

Azmond said while laughing like a nut job.

The Lightning sword continued to grow in size... 1200 meters... 1500 meters... 2000 meters... 2500 meters... 3000 meters... 4000 meters... 6000 meters... It just kept growing and growing until it reached a point at the 9000-meter mark where Azmond just didn't have the necessary proficiency in the skill to make it grow any larger.

"This is definitely overkill, but you know what they say?!? Go Big Or GO HOME!! So let's hit a damn HOMERUN!!"

That was when something just came to Azmond, A Name... The Name of the technique he got from the Divine Devil Arts Scripture. When the name came to him as he was holding the 9000-meter large sword above his head, he felt the Primal Urge to say its name out loud. An urge that he couldn't or wouldn't want to refuse... so he said it.

"Cataclysmic Annihilation!!!!"

Azmond swung the 9000-meter-long sword horizontally toward the 4 mountain peaks the Goblins were stuck on... and then silence...

"....."

Silence, the world was deathly quiet... You couldn't hear the birds... the insects... the animals in the forest... even the very air did not make a sound.

And then as a single leaf like any other leaf, fell to the ground... and the moment it made contact, the entire world just... collapsed.

The world just stopped working for a moment just to register the destruction that was caused by one young boy.

The world then resumed as a loud explosion unlike any other was heard.

BOOOOoooOOOOOOoOOOOoMMMmMM*

Every piece of the ground within a 100-mile radius exploded upwards with no part left untouched.

The trees, the grass, the mountains, the rocks. Everything without exception flew tens of thousands of meters in the air as it all came crashing down with extreme speed, decimating whatever little remained of the terrain.

The 4 Mountains where the Goblins were stuck in, and even the Goblins themselves were no more... They were simply eviscerated when the lightning sword made contact.

The GrandMeister and the 3 Goblin Asuras were no more.

Azmond just stood there in the center of all this destruction with a satisfied, and exhausted?... look on his handsome face with his arms behind his back.

For the first time since Azmond was reincarnated, he felt exhaustion from a fight... If it could even be called a fight. He used an insane amount of energy that no one in the Qi Condensation Realm should ever be able to use, and nearly complete mental and physical exhaustion was the result of such recklessness.

"That really wore me out... I knew it was gonna do something to me, but I didn't expect the energy expenditure to be that great."

Azmond spoke with a tired face.

"I think I will just take a nap right here for now, and deal with the rest of the troublesome stuff later"

Azmond then proceeded to go to sleep on a piece

of large rock... without a care in the world for the Apocalyptic event he just caused around him.