Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 1250: Combination Series [Super Gift Bonus Chapter]

Azazel felt Spatial Lock hold him in place. The moment Azaron appeared, he immediately unleashed a thrust towards Azazel’s heart from behind without a shred of mercy.

Azazel was in a hopeless situation. A spear thrust from behind and a Supernova attack from the front. It was the perfect pincer attack.

But alas, he had already seen through it, as his animalistic instincts had activated once more, granting him a glimpse of the future. The moment his Destructive Energy wall collapsed and the Supernova about to slam into his body, he vanished instantly.

Azaron was starstruck when he saw Azazel vanish, the grin on his face disappearing as his own Supernova slammed into him with pinpoint accuracy. But before it could tear through his Void Enhancement Skill, Azaron’s perception slowed everything down to a halt for a moment.

His brain spun as he made a decision within a microsecond. He immediately tapped into Malrik’s Light Movement Technique, his body vanishing from his position as he transferred himself to a light ray in the sky, effectively dodging the attack even within a timeframe shorter than a hair’s breadth.

The moment he appeared, Azazel flickered into place. His speed, strength, and durability spiked yet again, as the second effect of his ability seemed to have no limits whatsoever.

The moment he appeared, his foot, covered in Destructive Energy, erupted forward as he spoke.

[Disaster Body Art: Leg Part: Unending Flicker]

His leg flickered a million times as he unleashed space-shattering attacks with a single leg, each aimed at Azaron’s vital organs.

Azaron didn’t care about Azazel’s increased strength. He simply poured Astra Energy into his Void Enhancement, increasing its already ridiculous output to an even greater degree, burning through Astra Energy with sheer madness.

[Ending Martial Technique: Leg Art: Crane Flex]

His left leg shot upwards as he met every single attack head-on with his own leg.

Their legs slammed into each other endlessly, but even as their legs continued to clash, their eyes never left each other. Their smirks gradually transformed into grins once more.

As Azaron deflected the last attack, he used its momentum to spin backwards. As he moved, he waved his hand while tapping into his Void Affinity once more.

The next instant, thirty black holes appeared, each one surrounding Azazel.

Azazel was stunned the moment he saw this. As someone whose daughter could use a Black Hole, he had heard from her about how demanding and taxing such a skill was in terms of Astra Energy consumption. Yet, Azaron had pulled off thirty of them with just a wave of his hand.

’How much Astra Energy does this guy even have?’

He couldn’t help but complain internally. After all, no other Crownstar Life Ranker would expend Astra Energy at the rate The One Above All did.

Personally, he hadn’t been using much of his own Astra Energy since his Destruction ability took care of his healing. And even after unlocking Destructive Energy, he hadn’t needed to rely on it at all.

’I have to find a way to end this. My increased Physical Prowess effect isn’t limitless, after all.’

He thought to himself, knowing that the effect and his animalistic instincts had been allowing him to keep up with this madman called Azaron.

His thoughts didn’t slow his response to Azaron’s attack, nor did his grin vanish.

He welcomed the attack head-on. Dodge? Run away? Never!

[Disaster Body Art: Combination Series: Fist and Leg Type: Mad Rush]

The moment he activated the technique, his Destructive Energy exploded outwards in a staggering frenzy of madness.

"COME ON!!!"

He screamed like a madman and dove towards the black holes without a shred of hesitation. His red fist met the first black hole with zero fear in his eyes. The moment the black hole collapsed, his movement ability activated, and he arrived at the next one, destroying it with another punch.

Punch. Move. Punch. Move.

The man repeated the movements like a broken radio, and within a second, he was already done. All thirty black holes had been erased from reality with a single punch each.

Azaron stood to the side, a smile on his black face as he stared at his best friend.

"You’ve improved tremendously, Azazel."

He couldn’t help but praise him. He was astonished, to say the least.

But that was the reason he and this guy could be friends. His ridiculous Destruction ability and Destructive Energy allowed him to close whatever gap existed between them and even surpass it.

Azazel floated downwards with a grin as he replied.

"Obviously. I can’t be too far behind, after all. How can I be your best friend if I’m weaker than you?"

His tone contained nothing but pure excitement at being able to demonstrate the effects of his training.

The grin on his face stretched even wider as he spoke in an assuring tone.

"But I’m afraid to say, Azaron... if this is the best you have, then it’s over."

His black eyes met Azaron’s calm golden ones.

Azaron’s eyes narrowed for a moment. He couldn’t help but suspect that perhaps this man had created something ridiculous. Maybe his Destruction ability had a fifth effect that he didn’t know about. This was understandable, given that they hadn’t fought since the man became a Crownstar Life Ranker.

’Unless Threshold II simply wasn’t strong enough to make him use it.’

Azaron thought to himself for a moment.

But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter whether Azazel had a hidden card he hadn’t used. All Azaron could do was face it head-on and see where it led.

As for his Radiation sub-affinity, it was unlikely that something like that would work against the ridiculously powerful effects of the Destruction ability.

"That’s funny, Azazel. I was just about to say the same thing."

He finally replied as though he had his own trump card. He was simply teasing Azazel, as he hadn’t actually been about to say anything similar.

Azazel stood with one hand on his waist, his grin lowering into a smirk as his lips parted and his voice echoed.

"Destruction Ability: Fifth Effect: Animalistic Transformation."

The moment he announced a fifth effect, an immeasurable power erupted from his body. Destructive Energy surged outwards with pure primal force.

Azazel’s body bulged, his skin squirmed for a moment, then began to grow in size. His muscles expanded, and his fingers stretched as he began transforming into a Lycan of some sort.

Within seconds, his transformation was complete. His eyes opened, revealing a more reptilian appearance, and he exhaled a stream of cool air from his maw.

He stood twelve feet tall, his black tail swinging behind him. His claws were anything but blunt, their razor-sharp edges glittering beneath the sun.

His transformation wasn’t anything like what one would see in movies. It was simply majestic.

The fifth effect of the Destruction ability was a complete racial change. But that wasn’t all; it also elevated the first four effects to an even more staggering degree.

The first effect, Healing, which had been rendered ineffective by the Void etched into Azazel’s injuries, now worked perfectly, as the Void could no longer keep the wounds open.

Azazel’s red, reptilian eyes snapped towards Azaron as he gazed down at him with an air of sheer superiority. The four-foot height difference only added to the pressure in the air.

________

Bonus Chapter Sponsored by _LordOfNothing