Jin's hysterical laughter rose, laced with the sounds of bones breaking from the corners of the prison, as if they were screams coming from an underworld.
Jin screamed as he opened his arms.
For the prison is a certain execution—either a crushing victory or a lifeless corpse.
From the bone walls, fists of energy appeared.
The Death Prison technique grants me complete control in every direction,
surrounding the place with a prison capable of delivering multiple punches at the same time, unleashing massive numbers of strikes without توقف. This technique cannot be canceled; either you defeat me, or you die, or I will cancel it myself.
"Davey" whispered, sweat pouring from his forehead to mix with his blood, hearing the voices of souls suffering in the darkness around him. He seized his willpower and enveloped his body in a dense layer of energy that glowed like a desperate shield, raising his fists in a suicidal fighting stance.
Jin smiled as he sat on his ancient chair, his eyes gleaming.
— "Then… let the final show begin."
On the other side of the street, the air was tense. "Shikar" gripped the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white, his eyes staring into Gheib. Suddenly, Gheib's mysterious laughter rose, and before the eye could react, his body vanished like black smoke.
Shikar's eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, searching for that phantom. Suddenly, the air split!
Gheib's fist burst forth like a projectile toward Shikar's face. By a swordsman's instinct, Shikar raised his blade to block the attack, but Gheib, at a speed beyond logic, twisted in the air and turned his assault into a devastating punch with his left hand.
Shikar lowered himself with acrobatic skill, evading death by millimeters, then thrust his sword forward in a straight stab toward Gheib's chest.
Gheib dodged the attack with frightening flexibility, but Shikar gave him no chance; he spun his sword in a swift circular motion targeting Gheib's neck.
Gheib smiled coldly, coating his palm with concentrated energy to collide with the blade in a metallic sound that shook the place, and with the other hand, he placed his palm against Shikar's ribs.
Shikar's body trembled violently, and he felt as if thousands of microscopic blades were tearing through his insides. Gheib's technique (Severing) worked to cut neural tissue and destroy organs from within.
— "Ahhh!" Shikar screamed as blood burst from his mouth.
Gheib's mad laughter rose as Shikar leapt back, wiping the blood from his lips, his breaths coming out broken.
This opponent is not human; he is a devil weaving death from within.
Shikar thought as despair tried to seep into his heart: "I must end this fight now… or I will turn into wreckage!"
How was he able to stop my sword… with his bare hand?
He gripped his sword with both hands and brushed the blade with dark black energy that made it look like a piece of pure darkness, rising with terrifying firmness, pointing his blade toward Gheib, ready to fight.
Elsewhere, in Hidara's house, Widad asked:
"Where is Ren, Hidara?"
"She's showering and will come right away."
"Alright."
Mahmoud sighed:
"Your brother will come in a few days to study here and help me with my work. I know my decision to move was a bit hasty, but honestly I have connections here, and my chances of success will be better, God willing."
Hidara whispered to himself:
Your chances of success will be better? Don't joke with me… We are in Malisura, in a cursed city. I don't want to tell my father about the magical barrier that will prevent him from leaving Malisura.
Then he whispered aloud:
"I'm very excited to see my brother. And regarding your decision, you're more mature and experienced than I am, and you know what's best for us in any case."
"You are kind-hearted, Hidara."
With a light laugh he replied:
"You embarrass me, Father."
Hidara sighed inwardly:
I don't want my brother to come… but… ahh, my head hurts. I can't arrange my thoughts.
Ren came down the stairs, and Widad welcomed her with a bright face:
"Where were you, my dear? Come… dinner will get cold."
Ren smiled:
"I showered and changed my clothes."
Widad whispered tenderly:
"I don't know your favorite dish, so I cooked several kinds."
"Don't worry about that; everything you make is delicious."
She began eating, saying:
"In the name of God… wow, it's really delicious."
"I'm very happy you liked it."
"Yes, I love fried chicken with rice."
Widad said:
"I'll cook it for you always."
Ren sighed:
"I… want to learn the basics of cooking. I'll help you, Aunt."
"Alright, agreed." she said with a smile.
Elsewhere in Malisura,
Jin stood up, excitement filling his eyes, looking at the sky with lifeless eyes. He screamed madly as he opened his arms:
— "Ahhh… today I will paint my justice with your blood, Davey!"
Then his eyes rolled toward Davey.
Davey felt the cold of death pierce his chest. He jumped back with animal instinct, sweat pouring from him like rain, and the sound of his heartbeat drumming in his ears.
Jin's hysterical laughter rose; the echo of the laughter came from the bone walls, from the ground, from every corner.
What are you doing? There is no escape here.
Davey whispered to himself: He's right. The only solution is to eliminate this monster.
Davey gathered what remained of his energy, inhaled and exhaled, and in a fraction of a second, he turned into a yellow flash that shot forward at lightning speed, leaving a crack in the prison floor behind him, launching a thunderous kick aimed directly at Jin's head.
Jin smiled a smile that split his face in two, and his gaze became more terrifying than hell itself. He did not move a single millimeter, but the air around him suddenly condensed.
: Activation of the technique
Rain of the Six Directions.
Before Davey's foot could reach, thousands of invisible punches burst from the void. They were not mere strikes, but kinetic explosions that shattered Davey's body in an instant.
"The sounds of Davey's bones breaking delighted Jin's ears. Davey was hurled like a shattered rag doll, crashing into the massive bone pillar in the corner of the prison with a force that shook the place terrifyingly.
The voices of tormented souls rose, the voices of demons from another world, along with Jin's whispers and laughter.
A dreadful silence prevailed, broken only by the sound of Davey's blood dripping onto the ground. He was nearly unconscious, and his right eye was completely shut from the swelling.
Jin advanced slowly, stood before Davey's shattered head, lowered himself to his level, whispering:
"Do you know what is worse than death, Davey?.. It's that I haven't even begun to make you beg for the end."
It seems this is your end.