Joyce's clone, having been launched into the sky by Mo Wang, finally fell back to the ground after a full thirty seconds.
But even so, the damn thing wasn't dead.
It had to be said, although this clone's strength was nothing special, its durability was truly ridiculous.
But considering that no matter what, this thing was cloned from the genes of a Herrscher, Mo Wang figured that this level of resilience wasn't impossible.
"Damn it! This is impossible?! Why would I lose to mere children?! Am I not the Sovereign of Anti-Entropy?"
After being beaten by Mo Wang, Joyce's clone had clearly fallen into self-doubt.
He seemed even more deranged than before.
"Just how did that Cocolia woman create these clones? He's nothing like the original Welt."
Mo Wang looked at the clone before him, wondering if Cocolia had mixed something strange into the cloning process, or if she had simply forgotten to install a brain.
Otherwise, how could the clone of the original Welt, such a good young man who was just a protagonist's halo away from being the male lead of Honkai, turn out to be such a mess?
To say he was a combination of a mad dog and Gilgamesh would be a compliment.
"Bastard! Anti-Entropy mechs! Come forth!"
As the Joyce clone struggled to get up from the ground, he saw Mo Wang's smug face and instantly became even more enraged.
His already limited brainpower was now running on eight pounds of Red Bull, and he was just one twitch away from going completely off the rails.
But even though his brain had short-circuited, his command was successful.
Just then, thirty Anti-Entropy mechs descended from the sky and landed in St. Freya.
The sudden arrival of the mechs instantly caused a huge commotion in the school.
"Titan mechs?! And so many of them? Just how much money did these Anti-Entropy people make to be able to build so many of these things?"
Seeing so many Anti-Entropy mechs, Mo Wang's eyes immediately filled with tears of envy... ahem! He was stunned!
He remembered that during their last trip to Sapphire City, his group had dismantled at least a hundred of Cocolia's mechs. And now, just a few days later, this guy had pulled out another thirty.
Was Anti-Entropy really that rich?
Thinking about his own annual salary, which was probably just enough to buy a Titan's cockpit, these guys were already using Titans as cannon fodder.
It was true what they said, comparisons are odious!
"Heh, hahahaha!" Seeing this, Joyce's clone let out a laugh worthy of Gilgamesh himself.
Unfortunately, no matter how he laughed, he was at best a joker, not Gilgamesh.
"Now, it doesn't matter what Third Herrscher, what Valkyries!"
"Since you people of St. Freya dare to treat me like this, then! Perish in the wrath of the Anti-Entropy Sovereign!"
"I say, isn't it better to just live?"
However, facing Joyce's clone, Mo Wang simply asked him calmly.
"What did you say?"
Joyce's clone was taken aback by Mo Wang's words.
Faced with the sudden attack of the Anti-Entropy mechs, Mo Wang's face showed no signs of anxiety.
He didn't even plan to stop them.
To be honest, to think that a mere thirty mechs could breach St. Freya?
Only a moronic clone like this would dare to think of such a thing.
You have to remember, even with its current public-facing combat strength, St. Freya had the powerful combination of one S-rank and two A-rank Valkyries.
In the entirety of Schicksal, it was the strongest branch outside of headquarters.
Even after Kiana was kidnapped and Fu Hua was siding with the Overseer, Theresa still dared to attack headquarters with that lineup.
Over the years, that old man Otto hadn't skimped on giving Theresa extra resources.
If a mere thirty mechs were to actually succeed, Otto himself would suspect that Anti-Entropy was cheating.
"Although taking care of thirty mechs is no problem, you... you won't be leaving St. Freya alive today."
In that moment, Joyce's clone subconsciously took a step back, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.
His gaze was locked on Mo Wang, and he felt an overwhelming pressure washing over him like a tide.
"How can this be?" he looked at Mo Wang in disbelief, but the answer to his question gradually revealed itself in the changes before him.
As Mo Wang's aura grew stronger, a dark red glow began to emanate from him, as if dyeing the surrounding air blood-red.
In that instant, Joyce's clone felt an indescribable fear, as if his very body had been enveloped by killing intent.
It felt like being targeted by countless sharp gazes, the pressure suffocating, as if the entire world were declaring him a threat.
And at this moment, Mo Wang's figure, bathed in the dark red aura, looked even more terrifying.
His face was blurred in the faint light, exuding a strange and horrifying aura that made one want to flee. Joyce's clone felt that the opponent before him was no longer a simple human, but something far beyond his comprehension.
"Demon!"
Soon, this word involuntarily surfaced in the depths of Joyce's clone's mind.
"Normally, I'm very reluctant to use this power. But to prevent you from harming them any further, I can only let you experience... the killing intent of this world."
The Satsui no Hado.
A terrifying power that every practitioner of the Hadoken would encounter once they reached a certain level of mastery.
Once one failed to control this power, they would be consumed by it, becoming a demon that knew only slaughter.
Every master who taught the Hadoken would warn their students never to attempt to use this power.
Even in the Kyokugen style, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, only Akuma and Ryu had ultimately mastered this power.
Although Mo Wang's special constitution from his Street Fighter self allowed him to avoid being consumed by this power, he still instinctively didn't want to use this almost [Destruction]-like force.
But today, Mo Wang had unhesitatingly chosen to use this forbidden power that he usually rejected.
In the beginning, Mo Wang had always wondered why he had been chosen by [The Hunt].
After all, a lazy fish like him seemed to have no connection whatsoever with the guardian god of the Xianzhou.
But later, Mo Wang finally understood.
From the perspective of the Paths, [The Hunt] did not lean towards the almost crazed slaughter of [The Destruction], but rather towards [The Preservation].
However, the way [The Hunt] protected was vastly different from [The Preservation].
[The Hunt] was more inclined to use slaughter to protect what was important to them.
The moment he saw his own constellation, Mo Wang vaguely saw into the heart of the Aeon of [The Hunt].
On the day he became an Aeon, his heart was not filled with hatred for [The Abundance].
Rather, it was filled with the will to protect what was important to him. This was why the followers of [The Hunt] would always unhesitatingly offer their lives for what they held dear.
And Mo Wang, in his heart, also had the will to protect St. Freya, to protect the Valkyries, to protect the three girls.
It wasn't that [The Hunt] had chosen him, but rather that what his heart desired, through the Stellaron, had attracted the attention of [The Hunt].
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
Faced with the suffocating killing intent, Joyce's clone finally couldn't take the pressure, his retreating steps becoming hurried and panicked.
An indescribable fear filled his heart, as if the entire space was crushing his very existence.
"Ashura Senku!"
Just then, Mo Wang's figure seemed to flicker into an illusion, rapidly approaching Joyce's clone.
With a low and authoritative voice, his body instantly appeared behind Joyce.
The air seemed to fill with a chilling killing intent that was terrifying to the bone.
"Feel it, the ultimate technique of the Satsui no Hado!" Mo Wang's voice was like an echo from the abyss, filled with an irresistible threat.
Joyce's clone was instantly plunged into an endless darkness, the surrounding light seemingly swallowed whole, and a sense of despair quickly washed over him.
"One moment, a thousand strikes. Power to uproot mountains. The wails of demons. Thus, Akuma is forged!" As the strange voice rang out, a powerful wave of energy erupted from Mo Wang's body, instantly transforming into thousands of afterimages that surrounded Joyce.
These afterimages descended upon him like a torrential storm, each one carrying immense power.
Joyce's body had almost no time to react before it was struck by countless attacks, the force washing over him like a tide, instantly tearing him to shreds.
When the curtain of darkness gradually lifted, Joyce's clone had collapsed to the ground, a bloody and mangled mess, his shape barely recognizable.
His pride and confidence had vanished along with him in this terrifying confrontation. The air was filled with the pungent smell of iron, a stark contrast to the surrounding silence.