While Karsa and the rest haven't arrived yet ...
the battle between Konson and Nolkane (or Meganon) was ongoing.
On another side, a battle of no less intensity was taking place.
Joma and Bulkan were fighting against Malisa, who had reached the Grandmaster through a drug developed by the Zatopia organization and given to the Black Fingers organization.
The place was devastated, the ground had become a massive crater, and the air tasted like gunpowder from the pressure.
Malisa stood there resolutely, her eyes bloodshot, her thin crimson sword illuminating the area.
Name: Malisa Bamira.
Race: Human.
One of the Seven Masters of the Black Fingers organization.
Level: Sword Master => Grandmaster.
Meanwhile, Bulkan lay unconscious on the ground.
Joma still stood before him, covered in blood, desperately trying to protect Bulkan.
Malisa, in an arrogant tone, said, "Do you think that two weaklings like you, at the Sword Master level, can defeat a Grandmaster like me?"
Juma laughed despite his pain and said,
"Hahaha, you're just another weakling who resorted to drugs to feign strength..."
A fierce red aura erupted from Juma's body, and he smiled, saying,
"Do you know the difference between a Sword Master and a Great Master? And between a Great Master and an old Master? It's wisdom and intellect. The better a person understands their surroundings and life, the higher their level rises..."
Malisa raised her sword, saying,
"It seems your last words were an academic lecture..."
Juma's aura intensified, causing Joe to shatter. "I learned before from a great man that a person is stronger by using themselves, not by relying on a tool..."
Malisa spoke sarcastically,
"So it seems that those who use tools are stronger than those who rely on themselves... So go ahead, boy."
A massive red pillar of energy appeared, illuminating the sky above them with the sheer power of Juma's energy. "So... now I understand..."
The ground around Juma began to transform into enormous veins of red energy.
Juma's eyes turned intensely red, as did Malisa's, as both began Their energies clash, each trying to devour the other.
Juma screams, sword in hand, attempting to strike Malisa with immense power. "Great Star!"
Malisa's energy transforms into a spider flower, unleashing a mighty stream of power. "Let's finish this, boy..."
Juma's and Malisa's energies collide, creating a tremendous clash of red and crimson, turning the place into a river of blood as the ground trembles and crumbles.
Juma's sword severs Malisa's arm with a clean blow.
Malisa clutches her arm, trying to stem the bleeding. "I didn't think a sword master could be this powerful..."
Juma smiles, saying, "Even I didn't expect a grandmaster to be this powerful..."
Juma's body appears to split in two....
Blood oozes from his mouth as his final words, "Forgive me, Mother ... ..."
Juma dies....
Malisa stands, enduring her wounds, saying, "I never imagined he would He presses his vital organ, Sani, to this degree in order to release a power equivalent to that of a grandmaster... "
Fifteen years ago .....
Juma lived happily in a small village at the age of five, alongside his mother and father, who worked as a butcher.
Then one day, his father went out to work and never returned, despite his mother's tireless search for him for weeks,
through night, rain, day, snow, and heat...
they couldn't find him.
His mother, filled with despair at their impoverished state, found a final solution to feed her son,
Juma, whose ribcage was beginning to show.
She was forced to sell her body to earn money.
She would always return home with her face covered in bruises and smelling strongly of alcohol...
she even started taking drugs to cope with the pain.
At first, Juma ate plenty of delicious food...
but his mother began to neglect him more and more, to the point where she no longer cared that her son saw her working...
until Juma returned to the same state of hunger due to his mother's neglect.
She who squandered her money on alcohol, drugs, and her male lovers...
on a cold winter's day, the mother decided to get rid of her son in her anger after one of her lovers left her.
The mother opened the door of the house,
and her son, whose face was gaunt and skeletal from hunger, greeted her. "Mother!! I missed you so much!"
The mother grabbed a vase and struck her son's head so hard that blood began to flow.
She screamed and hit him repeatedly.
Juma remained smiling, wiping the blood from his mother's face so it wouldn't get dirty, and said, "I love you so much, Mother... Please don't leave me like Father did..."
Juma lost consciousness.
His mother carried his body and threw it in front of a pig butcher to be mixed with the pigs amidst the snow and cold.
Afterwards, Juma was taken by Winson Bamira, who was impressed by his strength and endurance.
......
Present ....
Malisas blood was still flowing profusely.
She said, struggling to her feet and leaning on her sword, "I must go to the Boss and help him. I felt a powerful aura beside Winson."
Malissa, too, collapsed, unconscious from the blood that had flowed.
As for Anthony, who had previously defeated Samara, he collapsed and lost consciousness before reaching the scene of the battle between Conson and Nolkan due to the immense strain it had placed on his body.
But that was for the best, for even he, with his newfound power, could not have withstood the battle unfolding there. The fight between Konson and Nolkan was so intense that even Winson, a four-star Old Master,
remained motionless, a mere spectator, stunned by what he witnessed.
The earth and sky began to tinge with red and black, stars shone brighter than ever, and even the moon seemed to draw closer.
Nolkan's swift footsteps were countered with a simple movement by Konson,
and even Konson's heavy blows, shrouded in a fierce red aura, were absorbed by Nolkan's black aura, just as the night absorbs the moonlight.
Amidst this fierce, grinding battle, which seemed to be watched by all of creation, a man descended to the ground,
shattering the auras of both Konson and Nolkan simultaneously.
Nolkan and Konson moved apart ... !
Konson, catching his breath, said... "Father... this man... he's definitely above..."
Winson said with difficulty and nervousness. "Yes... he's definitely above an oldmaster..."
Nolkan remained silently watching the dust settle.
Then, from the midst of the dust, a figure spoke in a great voice that made Nolkane, Winson, and even Konson tremble slightly.
"This second-rate kingdom is in a truly pitiful state...
rebels, an organization, nobles, and an eccentric king... it seems I have a long day ahead of me...
damn that bastard Namjoong Han, he dumped a lot of work on me and left..."
Nolkan and Konson were both puzzled by his strange words.
Except for Winson, whose face was shocked.
He said with a nervous smile, "Damn, things have escalated even more..."
Konson was puzzled and said, "What are you talking about, Father?"
Winson said, his hand trembling, "That bastard... he's from... the Supreme Court."
A man appeared in a gray robe with a black stripe down the middle, carrying a gray sword with a badge.
A golden scale and a completely gray mask with a golden scale on it.
On his robe is written seven in black.
"Oh, it's so dusty in here..."
Name = Unknown
Race = Unknown
Judge Seven of the Supreme Court, one of the Seven Judges
Level = Unknown
Things seem to have really escalated ...