Barak was disappointed.
Even after enhancing his physique, he still couldn't defeat Nero.
He had never held the advantage.
Not once.
From the beginning until now, he had been thoroughly dominated.
Despite the rage burning within him, Barak managed to control himself.
Because, in the end...
He would be the victor.
He would kill Nero.
He would take everything from him.
His power.
His talent.
Everything that made him superior.
He would consume it all.
Only then would the endless envy that had tormented him finally be satisfied.
Finally...
Barak unsheathed his sword.
The black blade gleamed viciously, resembling a serpent patiently waiting to devour its prey.
He circulated the prana within his core.
Then—
He unleashed his Law of Lightning to its fullest.
The sky above darkened.
Thunder roared.
Countless bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, wrapping around his entire body.
Black lightning covered him from head to toe.
