Chapter 9 Aslam & Maazin vs Abu Al SAHASIL
(In the dirt lay Huba Huba's lifeless torso and his torn demonic skull. Raziq and Haibat stood amidst the silence of death.)
The thick, heavy air of the night carried the biting chill of death.
Raziq Al-Fajr, the High-Speed Assassin of the Divine Disciples, stood completely motionless, as still as a stone statue.
With absolute style and cold serenity, he swung both of his legendary twin blades—'Saif Al-Rawh'—in a perfect arc through the air.
The black, venomous blood clinging to the edges flicked off and splattered onto the dirt, emitting a faint hissing sound.
Within Raziq's brown eyes lay a chilling calmness, the kind that only settles after a violent storm has passed.
"Perhaps..."
Raziq exhaled a deep breath, sheathing his swords with a sharp metallic clink,
"Death has finally accepted this demonic dog."
But right behind him, the heavy clanking of metallic boots broke the silence.
Exhaling heavily, Haibat placed his massive, rune-engraved warhammer down upon the dirt.
Haibat flexed his broad, fortress-like chest and his bulging muscles.
The beads of sweat on his face radiated the pure, unadulterated arrogance of a conqueror.
"No, you mosquito!"
Haibat roared, letting out a mountainous laugh that echoed into the night,
"Death didn't kill him,
I DID!
I am the undisputed Titan of this battlefield, the strongest warrior in this world,
Haibat!
Hahaha!"
Raziq cast a strange, calculating sideways glance at the behemoth of a man.
The cold assassin offered a taunting reply:
"I don't know what kind of fool I'm talking to...
but fine,
yes,
you killed this piece of junk.
The point is,
this demonic skull's game is finally over."
Haibat was still chuckling in celebration of his victory, his golden imperial mustache twitching in the wind. But suddenly, a jarring realization struck his mind.
His glowing blue eyes widened in horror, and his laughter died instantly.
"Wait! There is one last thing left to do...
I have to retrieve that innocent child's eyes from this demon!"
Haibat lunged forward, his heavy footsteps causing the earth to tremble.
He stood directly over Huba Huba's torn, demonic skull. But the moment he peered into the hollow sockets of the skull...
the ground slipped from beneath his feet.
"W-What is this?!"
Haibat's broad chest shuddered with panic.
His jaw dropped wide open.
There were no eyes in there!
The dark magic and blood inside had completely dried up, as if the skull had been hollow for centuries.
"That treacherous bastard...
he escaped!
What will happen to that innocent child now?!"
Raziq's eyes instantly shifted into danger mode.
His calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold, deadly urgency.
"Where is the child?!
Show me the way!"
Haibat pointed his massive finger,
"In that last ruined house...
Zahira is healing him!"
The two warriors sprinted toward the crumbling clay house. Inside,
Zahira,
the Divine Healer,
was desperately trying to heal Omar,
projecting a glowing green shield right above his face using her
'Clover Relic'.
Raziq pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Zahira looked up at the two men with trembling, hopeful eyes.
"Did... did you both find his eyes?"
Haibat stammered,
awkwardly looking away and rubbing his massive hands together,
"Well... the truth is,
Zahira...
his eyes..."
Raziq cut him off, delivering a blunt, emotionless, and cold answer,
"The devil escaped. We didn't get the eyes."
Hearing this, Haibat's face dropped in shame and sorrow.
Zahira instantly tensed up.
Tears began to well up in her beautiful golden eyes.
"No...!"
Zahira's voice trembled.
"If his eyes aren't treated immediately, his inner veins will seal shut!
He will be permanently blind! And even if we find the eyes later...
my life resonance won't work on him anymore!
It will be permanent!"
A heavy, suffocating gloom descended upon the burnt, ruined mud house.
Even a rock-solid warrior like Haibat stared at the floor in grief.
Zahira broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was then that Raziq—whose mind always operated with ruthless practicality on the battlefield—stepped forward.
He uttered a sentence that made the silence in the room even more terrifying:
"Haibat...
the bodies lying out there in the field...
many are burnt by the fire, but some might still be intact.
Can we...
extract someone's eyes from them and transplant them into this child?"
Hearing this disturbing, gruesome, yet undeniably practical idea,
Haibat was overwhelmed with emotion.
He stepped forward and pulled Raziq into a bone-crushing hug!
"bald, mustachioed old man!
Are you trying to kill me, you brute?!"
Raziq snapped,
holding his breath and getting irritated.
Haibat,
crying and laughing simultaneously,
said,
"What a terrifying brain you possess,
my friend!
But it seems you always find a way out of the darkest corners!"
(Cut scene: Miles away, in a massive valley nestled between the jungle and the mountains)
This place felt incredibly nostalgic yet deeply terrifying.
A biting, rapid wind howled through the mountains, carrying a chill that could freeze the marrow in one's bones.
The sky was cloaked in darkness and storm clouds, so thick that even the moonlight was afraid to pierce through.
In the dead center of this valley lay a horrific, deadly silence—broken only by the calm, disciplined laughter of an athletic warrior.
He was a 6-foot-2-inch tall warrior—Maazin. He wore royal red and white armor, his blonde hair fluttering wildly in the wind. Behind his glasses lay a profound calmness, the kind that could pacify any storm.
In his hand, he casually twirled his Scimitar sword, its edge crackling with firework energy like deadly sparklers.
Directly across from him stood a colossal figure, entirely draped in black iron and chains of dark magic.
His aura was so vile that the dirt and grass around his feet were burning to ash.
He spoke, his voice heavy, echoing like it was rising from the depths of the abyss:
"Who are you?
Have you come seeking your death in this darkness, insect?"
The smile on Maazin's face only grew more confident.
Laughing with absolute swagger and discipline, he introduced himself:
"My name is Maazin!
The Lieutenant Vice Captain of the Divine Disciple Order!"
The massive demon of black iron and chains stared at him with blind, pupilless eyes.
The chains draped across his body scraped against each other, creating a horrifying
clink-clank
sound.
For the first time in this world, he announced his name:
"And my name... is Abu Al-Salasil.
Today is the final day of your freedom."
Behind these two warriors, standing atop a massive, jagged cliff, was Master Jabar.
His skin was heavily wrinkled, yet his dark presence was still akin to that of an evil god.
He slammed his dark wand against the stone with all his might, creating black fissures in the rock.
Jabar roared in fury:
"Abu! Do not waste time! Eradicate these insects and wipe their existence from this earth!"
Abu Al-Salasil slowly raised his dark chains into the air and spoke in an agonizingly cold, emotionless tone,
"As you command, Master."
CLANK!
SWOOSH!
The battle erupted with a terrifying jolt.
Without taking a single step forward, Abu Al-Salasil extended his right arm.
From his wrist, a massive dark chain shot out, tearing through the air like a lethal whip.
This was his
'Chain Lash Strike'.
The chain moved so fast it created a vacuum in the air, aiming straight to decapitate Maazin.
But Maazin's fighting style was built on a 'Calm Start, Sudden Burst'.
A millisecond before the chain could touch his neck,
Maazin executed a
'Flicker Dash'.
His physical form vanished into an explosive, zig-zag blur.
The chain struck nothing but empty air and dirt, carving a deep trench into the ground.
Maazin reappeared high in the air, 15 feet directly to Abu Al-Salasil's left.
"You're too slow,
chain-man!"
Maazin swung his Scimitar in a perfect,
fluid arc,
executing a
'Spark Slash'.
A small yet intensely concentrated red explosion burst from the blade, striking Abu directly on the shoulder.
BAM!
But as the smoke cleared, the sight was shocking.
Abu Al-Salasil stood exactly where he was, unmoving like a mountain.
There wasn't a single scratch on his dark iron skin.
Abu turned his blind eyes up toward Maazin and simply curled the fingers of his other hand.
"Your dance is quite entertaining,
insect...
but it stops now."
Abu used his
'Snap Bind'
technique.
From the ground directly beneath Abu's feet, two thick, black chains erupted like vipers, lunging into the air to ensnare Maazin's legs.
If those chains so much as grazed him, his movement would be restricted forever.
Despite being mid-air, Maazin reacted instantaneously.
Using the edge of his blade, he delivered an 'Ember Cut' onto the incoming chains.
The moment the sword met the iron, a continuous stream of fire erupted.
Using the thrust force from the fiery explosion, Maazin backflipped through the air, landing safely on the ground at a distance.
"How far will you run?"
Abu stomped his massive foot onto the earth, activating his
'Chain Trap Field'.
Hidden beneath the valley's soil, countless black chains violently burst through the surface.
The entire battlefield morphed into a deadly minefield.
Invisible chains—the 'Phantom Chain Strike'—began attacking Maazin from his blind spots.
Maazin's three rings—Red, Blue, and Green—glowed brightly, boosting his speed and reflexes to their absolute peaks.
To protect himself, he crossed his sword over his chest and activated
'Flash Guard'.
An explosive blue spherical shield manifested around him.
The moment the chains from the front and rear struck the shield, a massive blast detonated!
KABOOM!
The sheer kinetic force of the explosion sent Maazin skidding 20 meters backward through the dirt.
His pristine white clothes were now stained with dust, and his breathing had grown slightly heavier.
Abu realized that Maazin's evasion and acrobatic movements were on another level;
striking him with a direct, single chain wouldn't be easy.
A chilling smile crept onto Abu's face as he spread both his arms wide.
"Game over.
There is no escape from here."
Abu activated his ultimate defensive and absorption tactic:
'Chain Fan Spin'.
All the cursed black chains draped over his body rose into the air and began to spin around him at a terrifying,
super-sonic speed,
Creating a massive,
Swirling tornado of iron.
It formed an invincible, rotating cage.
The air pressure within the valley instantly became suffocatingly heavy.
Maazin knew stopping meant death.
Dashing endlessly across the rocky terrain, he fired a relentless barrage of explosive attacks from his Scimitar.
Flipping through the air, he unleashed a
'Pulse Ring Shot'
And while sliding across the dirt, he fired multiple
'Pop Strikes'.
Thousands of miniature blasts bombarded Abu's rotating Chain Fan.
Boom!
Pop!
Bang!
But everything collided with the Chain Fan and dissipated into nothingness.
The true horror of the technique was that Abu was slowly absorbing the energy of Maazin's powers and explosions through the rotating chains.
Maazin's stamina was rapidly draining, while Abu's dark aura only grew stronger.
The battle dragged on.
This torrential combat between the mountains and the jungle evoked a feeling of pure dread and awe, the valley echoing with every clash of iron and burst of fireworks.
Maazin's initial upper hand was slowly crumbling against Abu's Absolute Binding.
Abu Al-Salasil took a menacing step forward.
The rotating fan of chains began closing in on Maazin.
Above them, the valley's sky was entirely eclipsed by dense, black storm clouds.
Suddenly...
amidst those churning black clouds,
a terrifying, blinding bolt of blue lightning cracked across the heavens!
KRA-KOOOM!
Right into the epicenter of this tumultuous battle, the sky tore open,and a massive pillar of blue light crashed into the valley.
Aslam, the Thunder Executioner of the Divine Disciples,
plummeted from the sky like a falling star!
His long white hair whipped wildly in the wind, and arcs of blue lightning coursed through his silver-dark armor like a living current.
Descending directly from the heavens,
Aslam executed his 'Sky Spear Drop' attack.
A horrifying surge of blue lightning erupted from his massive Thunder Spear, crashing squarely into Abu Al-Salasil's rotating 'Chain Fan'!
KABOOOOM!!
That segment of the mountain violently trembled under the electric shockwaves.
The sharp stench of ozone and scorched iron filled the air.
A massive plume of dirt and debris exploded upward.
The moment Aslam landed, he immediately shifted into a rigid, disciplined combat stance.
His green eyes burned with the cold, absolute wrath of an executioner.
But as the dust settled, the sight before them was paralyzing.
Even after enduring Aslam's brutal Thunder attack, there wasn't a trace of fear on Abu Al-Salasil's face.
The colossal demon's dark chains were still floating in the air with flawless perfection.
His defense had not been breached.
Abu let his black chains slither through the air like vipers, mocking the two high-tier warriors simultaneously:
"Even if both of you attack at once...
you cannot stop this storm of death.
Before me, you two are nothing but annoying, buzzing flies!"
A fly? To call a Divine Disciple a fly was a direct strike to his soul. Aslam's blood boiled.
His entire body flared with blinding blue lightning, his divine tattoos glowing fiercely across his armor, and brilliant sparks violently discharged from his spear.
"Shut your mouth,
you demonic filth!
You don't know what kind of storm you are messing with!"
In the blink of an eye, Aslam executed a
'Flash Spear Dash'.
Within a microsecond, he closed the distance, appearing right in front of Abu's face.
Aslam unleashed a blistering, precision-based
'Spear Jab–Punch Combo'.
His Thunder Spear thrust forward, aiming perfectly for Abu's chest—
but Abu Al-Salasil's reaction speed was inhuman.
Using merely two of his chains, Abu executed a 'Snap Bind',
clamping down and tightly locking Aslam's electrified spear in mid-air!
Aslam's weapon was completely immobilized.
But Aslam was no ordinary fighter. Instead of retreating,
he released his grip on the Thunder Spear and propelled his body forward.
Transitioning instantly into close-quarter combat,
he used 'Shoulder Ram Impact'.
Throwing his entire electrified body weight into the strike,
Aslam slammed into Abu's chest,
intending to shatter the demon's balance with raw kinetic and electric force.
Yet, Abu Al-Salasil remained rooted to the spot like a mountain that had stood for millennia.
His mass and dark aura were so overwhelmingly heavy that Aslam's shoulder ram couldn't push him back a single inch.
Realizing that staying in close quarters meant certain death, Aslam backflipped through the air to create distance.
As he retreated mid-air, he fully channeled his 'God Voltage'.
His eyes shone with pure, crackling lightning. In one final, devastating attempt, he poured all his force into a
'Rage Closer Spear Slash'
(a variation of the Storm Pierce Drive),
bringing it down aimed directly at Abu's skull!
CLAAASH!!
KRA-KAAANG!!
Lightning detonated, and sparks showered outward as if a massive power grid had catastrophically overloaded.
The valley was blinded by the flash of light.
But the result was the same.
As the light and dust cleared, Aslam was suspended mid-air.
Abu Al-Salasil had crossed two of his massive dark chains into an 'X' formation, effortlessly absorbing the ultimate thunder strike without retreating a single millimeter!
With a terrifying jerk of his crossed chains, Abu unleashed a wave of dark kinetic force.
The impact launched Aslam backward through the air, sending him crashing heavily into the dirt.
Abu Al-Salasil stood in the center of the valley like a god of despair. His blind eyes stared straight ahead.
A sinister, arrogant smile twisted the monster's lips.
Turning his head slightly toward Aslam on the ground and Maazin standing behind him, he delivered his final dialogue in a chilling voice that froze the blood in their veins:
"Seems like you are no better than flies."
END OF CHAPTER 9