"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 300: Two Consecutive Victories
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
High above the battlefield, Isabella and the dragon—Ladora—were still locked in brutal combat.
She'd been smashed to the ground again and again, only to claw her way back up each time. Blood streaked every inch of her skin, wounds layered atop wounds, but the wild, unyielding fire in her eyes never dimmed.
It looked like torture. Some in the stands couldn't bear to watch, turning away from the carnage. But even more found themselves swept up in Isabella's relentless spirit, shouting her name, urging her on.
BOOM!
Finally, Isabella seized her moment. Her fist crashed into the dragon's scaled chest, [Giant's Mischief] detonating with an explosive force that tore open flesh and sent blood spraying.
The dragon howled, murderous rage in its eyes. With a whip-like snap, its tail lashed Isabella, carving a savage gash across her body.
"AAAH!"
She spat blood, screams echoing as she crashed to the earth yet again.
Her Rook's endurance and defense were the only things keeping her conscious. Pain burned through every nerve; her body felt as if it were being ripped apart. Only her desperate will to win kept her from blacking out.
But the danger wasn't over. The dragon gathered another fireball, hurling it down at her battered form.
"Ugh…"
Isabella struggled to stand, but her legs buckled—she collapsed, too wounded to dodge.
So this was it. She'd given everything, and still, she was too weak.
A bitter, defeated smile twisted beneath her mask. She braced herself for the end.
But then—
"Isabella!"
Xuelan's voice cut through the chaos. In a blur, she sprinted across the field, grabbing Isabella and rolling them both out of harm's way.
BOOM!
The fireball exploded where Isabella had lain, flames shooting skyward. They'd escaped by a hair.
"Cough… cough…"
"Isabella, are you alright?" Xuelan asked, helping her up.
"I—I'm fine, Xuelan."
"Sorry. I keep needing your help…"
Shame flickered across Isabella's battered face. She'd steeled herself for this, but it wasn't enough.
"Don't say stupid things. We're teammates!" Xuelan snapped.
Isabella flinched, then fell silent.
Of course—they were Tenra's peerage, sisters in arms. What was she doing wallowing in self-doubt?
"Sorry, Xuelan. I made you worry."
"I might not be much help, but… please keep fighting beside me."
Xuelan smiled. "Obviously."
Before they could say more, the dragon crashed down, shaking the ground with its landing.
"Xuelan, this guy's tough. Be careful."
"Yeah, I know."
Pressed back-to-back, Isabella and Xuelan watched their foe, every sense on edge.
The dragon wasn't on the level of Tenra's Two Heavenly Dragons, but its presence was overwhelming. Its scales were scorched, pocked with fist marks and bloody wounds—a testament to Isabella's ferocious struggle.
To have fought this far against such a monster… Isabella, you're anything but weak.
"Isabella, can you keep fighting?"
"As long as I need to!"
"Hold him off. I'll hit him with the Hundred-Fold Gravity Fist."
"Got it!"
They sprang into action. Isabella charged first, fist swinging—blocked by the dragon's claw. Unfazed, she twisted, locking both arms around its wrist.
"Down you go!"
With a burst of magic, Isabella hurled the dragon to the ground in a massive over-the-shoulder throw, drawing gasps from the crowd.
"Now, Xuelan!"
Pinning the dragon, Isabella shouted. Xuelan didn't hesitate—she darted in, raining punches down like a hailstorm.
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"
The dragon tried to gather another fireball, but Isabella wasn't letting it happen.
"Your fight's with me!"
She leapt, smashing her fist into the dragon's skull. The half-formed fireball detonated in its mouth, flames erupting skyward. The dragon shrieked in agony, Isabella swept away by the blast, blood spraying.
"It's over!"
Isabella's sacrifice gave Xuelan the time she needed. A hundred punches landed in rapid succession. Xuelan sprang back as the Hundred-Fold Gravity Fist took hold.
The dragon's body convulsed, the ground beneath it collapsing under the crushing weight. It struggled to rise, only to collapse again and again.
Bones cracked, scales shrank—the dragon's form diminished, reverting to Ladora's original, thin frame. Blood poured from his mouth and nose. He tried to stand, then slumped, unconscious.
"Ohhhh! Lord Sairaorg's Rook—eliminated! Team Tenra Kamiyo wins again!"
The host's voice thundered overhead. Isabella and Xuelan, supporting each other, could barely contain their elation.
"Isabella, we did it!"
"We won!"
Their opponents had been fierce, but they'd fought through to victory.
Light flashed—the peerage members were transported back. Tenra and Yubelluna rushed forward, catching Isabella and Xuelan as they stumbled out.
Xuelan was exhausted, but would recover with rest. Isabella, though, was a mess—her injuries severe, her survival nothing short of miraculous.
"You did great, Isabella."
Tenra didn't care about the blood and grime. He pulled her close, healing her wounds with gentle magic, whispering in her ear.
Isabella's talent wasn't the highest among Tenra's servants, but her effort was second to none. Tenra had always known.
"Lord Tenra…"
A smile of relief touched her blood-streaked face. Then, finally, she let herself collapse, drifting into unconsciousness.
With this, Team Tenra had won two matches in a row. Each Rook was worth five points—combined with the earlier Knight victory, their score flashed thirteen on the screen above. Team Sairaorg still sat at zero.
"Sairaorg has to be getting nervous now…"
Handing Isabella off to Yubelluna and the others, Tenra allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
The situation was dire for Sairaorg's team. Just as Tenra expected, Sairaorg was feeling the pressure.
"Not just any man—Tenra Kamiyo. Even your peerage is this strong… This is a real crisis."
He glanced up at the glaring zero above his team, rubbing his forehead.
If they lost the Queen match next, he might not even get a chance to fight. That would be a disaster.
Regulus and Beruka looked sheepish. The newly healed Gandoma and Ladora, too, wore faces of shame—four men beaten by four women. No one wanted to talk about it.
"Kuisha, we can't lose the next fight!"
Sairaorg didn't blame his defeated servants. Instead, he turned solemnly to the elegant blonde woman at his side—Kuisha Abaddon, his Queen.
"Don't worry, Sairaorg. I've never let you down, have I? I'll bring you victory."
She flicked her ponytail, confidence radiating from her smile.
Tenra's Queen—"Bomb Queen"—and his Bishops would be tough opponents, but recalling Kuisha's abilities, Sairaorg felt a bit more at ease. This time, surely, they wouldn't lose.
At least… he hoped.
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