"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 257: The Final Battle in Full Swing
At the very heart of the battle arena, Draconis Yi and Sairaorg arrived in perfect sync.
The broadcast magic circles locked onto their figures, and the crowd's roar was deafening.
Ever since the footage of Draconis Yi defeating a top-tier devil had gone viral, he'd become something of an Underworld sensation. A reincarnated devil who'd toppled a Maou family heir—and was set to marry the future Gremory heiress? It was the kind of story that inspired legends.
Sairaorg's smile widened as Draconis Yi stepped into view.
He turned to his Queen. "Stay out of this. This fight is between me and him."
She bowed. "Yes, my lord."
Sairaorg cracked his knuckles, stepping forward with palpable anticipation. "Come on. I've been waiting for this battle a long time."
Draconis Yi answered with a faint smile, vanishing in a blur to the center of the arena.
Whoosh.
This time, he made no effort to conceal his power. Holy demonic energy erupted around him—dense, purple-gold flames licking at the air.
"Promotion," he murmured.
His aura surged, climbing higher and higher.
Facing Sairaorg, only a serious, honest fight would do him justice.
The arena itself trembled under Draconis Yi's unleashed power. Ripples of energy warped the space, distorting reality at its edges.
Sairaorg threw back his head and laughed. "Hahaha! That's more like it!"
With a thunderous step, he shot forward like a cannonball. His fists clenched, muscles coiled—magic flickering faintly around him, but his sheer physicality bulldozed through Draconis Yi's interference, bringing him face-to-face.
Draconis Yi tightened his own fists, magic surging through his veins until his knuckles gleamed like forged steel.
Neither dodged. Their fists collided, flesh and power meeting in a blast of white shockwave that radiated out from their clash, forcing Rias and the others to retreat far from the epicenter.
"Not bad! Again!" Sairaorg bellowed, fists flying in a blur of afterimages. Draconis Yi matched him blow for blow, holy demonic power reinforcing every strike.
When it came to raw physicality, Draconis Yi refused to back down. Since his rebirth as a devil, he'd trained his body relentlessly. Before he'd ever mastered magical body-tempering, he'd spent countless hours on pure physical conditioning—his limits depended on it.
The two moved at speeds too fast for the eye, each punch detonating sonic booms and gusts of compressed air. To the audience, they were little more than two streaks of motion, colliding and separating in a dance of violence.
The crowd watching the broadcast went wild.
No one had expected Draconis Yi to go toe-to-toe with Sairaorg in pure hand-to-hand combat.
Most had assumed he'd rely on his overwhelming magical advantage—after all, Sairaorg's only real weakness was his limited magic, a fact known throughout the Underworld.
Dozens of exchanges later, Draconis Yi blocked Sairaorg's iron fists with both arms, then twisted, launching a lightning-fast spinning kick that sent Sairaorg flying.
"Warm-up's over, right? Time to get serious."
Draconis Yi stood tall, not a wrinkle in his clothes, his voice calm.
Sairaorg grinned. "You'll be showing your true power too, won't you?"
"Of course."
Draconis Yi reached inward, mentally connecting with the Regalia Blade.
Power surged again, his magical energy skyrocketing to even greater heights.
The audience was stunned. Until now, Draconis Yi had always kept his true strength veiled, his Absolute Dominion shrouding him in mystery. But now, his power was on full display.
Gasps echoed through the crowd.
"This… is he really just a high-class devil? That level of magic—he's on par with the Maou!"
"Can a high-class devil even handle that much power? Won't he burn out?"
Those with sharper eyes murmured in awe:
"His physique is incredible. Not even Sairaorg can claim a clear advantage. That's why he can withstand such insane power…"
"What a monster."
Sairaorg's pupils narrowed, the pressure bearing down on him like a mountain.
Magic approaching Maou-level…
This guy was terrifying.
His body trembled—a primal fear, the kind only true danger could evoke.
But Sairaorg's will was unbreakable. He steadied himself.
From the sidelines, his Peerage called out, voice tight with worry.
"Sairaorg-sama, use me! If you wear me and unleash that forbidden technique, you'll have the power to match him!"
"No. That's reserved for moments when the Underworld itself is at stake. This fight—I'll face him with my own strength!"
Draconis Yi smiled. "If you've got hidden power, don't hold back. I'm using my Sacred Gear too. It wouldn't be much of a match if I didn't face your strongest self."
Sairaorg seemed to reflect for a moment, then nodded. "You're right. This is the fight I've been chasing my whole life… Regulus!"
"Yes!"
His Peerage responded instantly. The Pawn dropped to all fours, body swelling and morphing into a massive golden lion.
Draconis Yi's eyebrows rose. "A Sacred Gear?"
Rias gasped. She'd never seen anything like it.
Sairaorg explained quietly, "Regulus is special. When I found him, his master had already died. But as a Sacred Gear, he developed self-awareness—and wiped out every last enemy. I used seven Pawn pieces to convert him into my Peerage."
Draconis Yi grinned, summoning the Regalia Blade into his hand.
Sairaorg's eyes burned with intensity. He raised his voice:
"My lion! King of Nemea! Lion King, answer my call—become my armor!"
Balance Breaker.
Battle spirit exploded from him, his aura swelling to impossible proportions. Dazzling light erupted, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.
When the radiance faded, a figure stood clad head-to-toe in golden armor…
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