Sensing mortal danger, Wu twisted his body mid-air, threw his arms up, and braced for impact. Dark magic surged like armor, instantly covering him.
Wu never even saw Hope move—only felt a brute, unreasonable force smash through his magical defenses and bury itself in his gut.
It wasn't a magical blast; no flare of mana burst forth. It was more direct, more savage, more violent than any spell.
Ugh—aaaah!
Wu's body folded like a shrimp, eyes bulging. What spewed from his mouth was more than blood—shards of organs came with it.
He shot backward like a nail struck by a titanic hammer, tore through three ancient buildings, and left a deep human-shaped crater in a stone wall.
Rubble clattered, dust billowed.
The ancient city fell silent except for the low hum of Nirvana and the ragged breathing of Wu jammed in the wall.
Every member of Oración Seis froze, pupils shrunk to pinpricks.
They couldn't keep up with Hope's speed, yet they'd felt no mana in that punch—only power beyond comprehension.
Lyon, Sherry, and the newly awakened Thunder God Tribe stared slack-jawed.
Without using magic, Hope's body had unleashed that level of force… Amid surging dark-green mana, Wu pried himself from the crater and dropped.
His military coat hung in tatters, revealing a lean body laced with cracks. By sheer magic he forced his injuries down for now.
Blood-red eyes locked on Hope standing atop the rubble.
After that devastating blow, no fear flickered in those crimson eyes—only wilder, fierier flames.
Haha… hahaha…
Wiping his mouth, Wu laughed—hoarse, thrilled. "This raw violence! This perfect ruin! Yes… this is it!"
His grin twisted into fanatic ecstasy; dark-green mana flared again. Weaker from injury, he somehow felt even more dangerous.
"Not magic, yet more savage—your power is every bit as destructive as I'd hoped!"
"But magic is the world's truth!"
Wu roared, palms slamming together.
An intricate dark Magic Circle bloomed.
It tore every scrap of ambient mana from the air, even siphoning Nirvana's leaking power.
"I saved this for Hades, but you'll do—let my darkest spell crush your pathetic strength!"
"Genesis · Void!"
A denser, deeper torrent of darkness spiraled within the circle, devouring light itself.
Hope eyed the ultimate spell, brow creased.
Jellal's "Dark Paradise", Bluenote St অনুপ্র's "Super Gravity Orb", now Wu's "Genesis"—why did every villain lately use the same black vortex that swallowed light? Zero creativity.
Hope's figure blurred.
This time Wu pushed his dark senses to the limit and barely traced the after-image.
Left!
He bellowed, hurling the black spiral that way.
An instant before impact, Hope shaped his hand like a sword. Magnetic Field Power surged; wind and ice cloaked his arm.
Twenty thousand horsepower.
Hell Path · Hellstorm Sword!
The blade came down, spawning a counter-rotating ice storm that clashed with the darkness.
The two storms shredded each other, ripping half the ancient city into rubble in seconds.
While Wu strained to feed mana into the spiral, Hope slipped past it and appeared above him.
"You lean too much on magic sense."
Hope's calm voice drifted down.
Wu snapped his head up in horror. Hope's right fist drew back; muscles bulged, blue lightning blazing under the skin.
He could feel Hope's power spike beyond the last blow.
Before the fist even landed, its pressure smashed down like an invisible hammer. The Magic Circle cracked; the ground beneath Wu caved.
"Like hell—!!!"
Eyes bloodshot, Wu poured every drop of mana—and the Brain persona he'd created rather than sealed—into Genesis for a final clash.
But Hope's fist was too fast, too direct.
The swirling darkness split before the Magnetic Field-empowered punch, its vast mana violently erased.
The fist landed clean on Wu's crossed guard.
Crack!!!
The snap of bone rang out.
Hope flipped, clawed fingers seizing Wu's spine, hoisting him high before slamming him toward the ground.
No more playful punches—this was the killing move.
"Magnetic Field Rotation · Fifty-thousand Horsepower—"
"Celestial Martial Slaughter Path · Severing of Life!"
A hemispherical shockwave erupted, flattening a hundred meters of ruins and earth.
A vast ring-shaped crater gaped at the city's heart.
Wu's arms bent wrong; his dark magic shattered. He crashed into the pit's depths like a broken kite, dust sky-high.
Hope landed lightly at the rim, breathing slow.
Severing of Life drains the target's very life-force—effectively chopping the top off their health bar.
The Great Commander of Hell, benefactor from Hope's last world, had fallen to this sneak attack, lost immense vitality, and walked calmly to his death.
Hope remembered it well.
He couldn't repay the muscle-brained brat who'd grown up, but a mere Wu? That he could handle.
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