Chapter 7
At the base of the building, an eerie silence enveloped the scene, amplifying the horror of the moment. Suero stood paralyzed, his face a mask of terror as his wide eyes remained locked on Kamyo's lifeless, headless body sprawled before him. Blood pooled beneath the corpse, painting a grotesque canvas of despair. A strangled gasp escaped Suero's lips, his mouth open yet soundless. Breathing became a struggle, as though the air itself had abandoned him.
His breaths turned shallow and erratic, his knees threatening to give way. Before he could process the shock, a sudden punch from the bald man shattered his daze. The strike was precise and brutal, landing squarely on Suero’s face. His body was hurled like a rag doll, crashing violently against the ground multiple times. His clothes tore as the impact carved cracks into the earth. Finally, he lay motionless on his stomach, another lifeless figure in the grim tableau.
Heavy footsteps echoed ominously as the bald man approached, a sinister grin twisting his features. His voice dripped with mockery as he spoke:
"Who's this? A Shikigami, perhaps?"
He chuckled darkly before adding with a hint of excitement, "Doesn't matter. That Shikigami was strong!"
Reaching Suero's limp body, the man gazed down with disdain. Suero remained unconscious, a broken puppet at his mercy. The man crouched slightly, grabbing Suero by the shirt and lifting him effortlessly, as if handling a worthless rag.
"Oi, boy, what happened to you?" he sneered, his laughter filled with derision.
"Didn't anyone warn you about the wars you'd face? Or were you just clueless?"
With a clenched fist that promised destruction, he struck Suero’s face with relentless force. Blow after merciless blow followed, each strike imbued with savage power. Blood splattered from Suero’s face, staining the man’s fist. The rhythmic thuds of impact were accompanied only by the bald man’s laughter, a chilling soundtrack to his cruelty.
When the assault ceased, the man stared at Suero’s bloodied form with a triumphant smirk.
"My first assassination target!" he proclaimed, his voice brimming with pride. Sparks crackled around his hands, their intensity building as he prepared to deliver a finishing blow. With lightning speed, he thrust his electrified hand toward Suero's face—but it never landed.
A radiant spark sliced through the air, descending like a meteor from the heavens. It spun with astonishing speed, materializing into Hambo, who emerged from the void with spectral grace. In an instant, Hambo seized Suero from the bald man’s grasp, leaving the latter dumbfounded.
The bald man staggered back, staring at his now-empty hands before lifting his gaze to meet Hambo’s.
"You... are you part of their team?" he asked, his grin widening with curiosity.
Hambo remained silent, his calm demeanor betraying no emotion as he approached with measured steps, exuding an aura of indifference.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, Hambo surged forward, his fist clenched with the fury of a storm. In a heartbeat, he reached the man and delivered a devastating punch to his stomach. The air around them erupted, and the ground beneath their feet fractured under the force. Yet, the man stood firm, his mocking grin unshaken.
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Hambo's sharp eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise, but he remained composed. The man retaliated with a thunderous punch, striking Hambo’s face and sending him hurtling through the air. With deft agility, Hambo flipped mid-air, landing gracefully on his feet, his unwavering gaze fixed on his adversary.
"I didn’t feel a thing!" the bald man taunted, his laughter echoing through the desolate space.
Hambo’s piercing silence was his only response, his gaze steady and unyielding.
"You fools!" the man continued, sparks dancing wildly around his body, mirroring his growing excitement.
"Clinging to each other will only lead to your demise... all because of your pathetic ideals!"
The wind roared suddenly, as if the very fabric of nature had been torn by the impending clash. Sparks intensified around their figures, creating an electric storm of tension. Hambo’s eyes sharpened like an arrow ready to strike, while the bald man, his feral grin widening, seemed to revel in the anticipation of the battle about to erupt.
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In the Blue Magic Realm
Baysal surged forward, a torrent of raw energy radiating from her every step, as though an unstoppable force had awakened within her. Above her, Pico hovered with a self-assured grin, his gaze following her movements with growing anticipation. A faint pink spark flickered in Baysal’s palm, pulsating and expanding until it transformed into a luminous sword. The blade, vibrant and alive, mirrored her unyielding determination, its brilliance intensifying with her every stride.
Across the battlefield, Pico extended his arms as if to embrace the heavens. Blue sparks erupted around him, swirling into a chaotic vortex before coalescing into a colossal, glowing arm of energy. With a deafening roar, the massive construct descended, aiming to crush Baysal beneath its overwhelming power.
Sensing the ominous shadow, Baysal launched herself into a nimble somersault, defying gravity as she evaded the impending strike. Her voice erupted in frustrated defiance:
"What the hell is this, you bastard?!"
Pico’s grin widened, his tone dripping with mockery as he replied,
"I’ll curse every single one of you!"
With blinding speed, Pico surged toward her, blue sparks dancing around his palm. They condensed into a concentrated beam, streaking through the air like a deadly laser aimed straight at Baysal.
For a fleeting moment, the luminous streak of energy reflected in her wide, defiant eyes. Trapped between fear and resolve, she felt her heart pound—but in that instant, her will ignited. She roared with unshakable conviction:
"My God!"
In a sudden, breathtaking transformation, shimmering pink wings erupted from her back, glimmering like those of an ethereal butterfly. They flapped with immense power, lifting her effortlessly into the air. For the first time, Pico’s smug expression faltered, his eyes widening briefly before regaining their composure.
Hovering midair, Baysal declared with unwavering confidence,
"You will die here… now!"
As she ascended, Veb floated silently beside her, his face devoid of emotion but his eyes locked onto Pico with an icy intensity. Sparks of power shimmered around their forms, the air vibrating with anticipation of the clash to come.
Veb struck first, flames igniting around his feet as he hurtled downward like a meteor. His fiery kick collided with Pico's face, the impact reverberating through the realm in a thunderous explosion. Blood sprayed into the air, and one of Pico’s teeth shot out like a bullet, spinning across the battlefield.
Before Pico could recover, Baysal appeared beside him, a phantom of relentless fury. Her fists rained down in a barrage of punches, each one carrying the force of her determination. Veb joined the assault with precision, their movements synchronizing like an unrelenting orchestra of destruction.
Pico’s composure crumbled under the onslaught, his head spinning as though caught in a merciless vortex. Blood poured from his mouth, his once-confident expression twisted into a grotesque mask of agony. Yet the attacks continued unabated, each strike chipping away at both his strength and his pride.
The very fabric of the Blue Magic Realm began to buckle under the battle’s intensity. The ground splintered into jagged cracks, while the skies above contorted into dark, swirling masses of chaotic energy. And then, with a deafening roar, the realm shattered—propelling them back to Ronda’s Zone.
Pico’s broken body crashed onto the scorched ground like a discarded rag doll. His disfigured face bore the unmistakable marks of defeat, a chilling reminder of the arrogance he once displayed.
Veb approached the fallen foe with deliberate steps, his cold gaze never wavering. As he leaned down, his voice was a whisper, low and final:
"Goodbye."
A radiant brown spark coiled around his hand, surging with lethal energy. Without hesitation, he unleashed a searing beam aimed at Pico's face. Flames erupted, consuming the lifeless body in an inferno of judgment. Within moments, nothing remained but ash and silence.
Without a word, Baysal and Veb turned and walked away, their movements unhurried but resolute. The battlefield lay in ruins behind them—a scorched monument to their unyielding dominance and the shattered dreams of their adversary.
End of Chapter.