Advent of Annihilation!
The monstrously powerful battle art coated John’s battle axe, magnifying the attack power as John once again unleashed a full-strength attack. Asuros roared in rage as he slashed his saber out to meet the attack, as their two attacks collided once again.
However, with one badly damaged and the other freshly healed as if reborn anew, the relatively equal attacks were no more. Asuros’ arms trembled violently as he struggled against John for a brief instant, before his body shot backwards like a bullet, unable to resist the attack.
Boom!
His body slammed into the land below, burrowing deep within once more while the land around that stop erupted from the power. After this singular exchange, hope filled the hearts of all the Honorable Alliance members, who felt like they had been on the verge of absolute despair, while absolute despair entered the hearts of the enemy youth as they watched their final hope begin to lose.
John gazed down at the ground below, his long hair billowing lightly behind him, while his golden aura framed his dragonscale armored body, making him look beyond heroic at the moment.
Kirii suddenly appeared next to John, and with a mental instruction, sped off towards Laia and the Honorable Alliance group. John prepared to speed towards Asuros below, when his gaze shifted towards the Honorable Alliance group in the distance.
“Hmph, so predictable,” John scoffed as he sped towards the group.
Boom!
The ground erupted near the Honorable Alliance group as Asuros surged out from within, his gaze of enraged hatred staring directly at Laia. He wanted to kill her first to make sure she could not heal John again, but his eyes widened as five figures instantly appeared before Asuros at the same time, each unleashing their own attack.
A beam of lightning pierced out of Kirii’s mouth, while a powerful sword art left Miko’s blade. The three battle Bob’s had instantly joined in as well, venting their frustrations for the first time as they unleashed their most powerful fist attack at Asuros.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The five attacks slammed against Asuros at the same time, who crossed his arms before his chest to brace against them. The combined might of the five attacks instantly overwhelmed the wounded and exhausted Asuros, who flew back violently across the shattered land.
His body bounced off the hard ground several times before slamming into a mountain several miles away. Asuros burrowed deep within the mountain, which came crashing down on him monetarily after, unable to withstand the might of the collision.
Rumble!
The land rumbled violently as the mountain collapsed down on him, while John gazed on from above. He had full confidence in Miko and Kirii defending Laia and the others, and the three battle Bobs were extra assistance.
Roar!
A roar of enraged anger boomed out, the power of the roar shattering the crumbled mountain atop him, which blasted out in all directions. Asuros surged out from within and appeared in the sky near John, staring at him with absolute hatred.
Blood covered most of his body, and a fresh stream of blood dripped down his chin, as he had clearly taken damage from the two previous exchanges. With a flash, John once again appeared before Asuros, his battle axe cleaving out with full might.
At the same time, dozens of lightning nodes appeared in the sky around the two of them, blasting towards Asuros from all directions and cutting off his path of retreat. Asuros roared in rage once more as his muscles strained with full power and his aura flared with absolute might. His aura alone slammed against the lightning attacks, greatly reducing their power while his saber slashed out towards John’s axe.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The lightning beams slammed against Asuros from all directions, who ignored them and took them head on as he focused on John. Saber and battle axe collided once more, and the combined attacks of weapons and lightning drowned the sky in apocalyptic power once more.
A trail of smoke pierced out from the explosion with terrifying speed as Asuros clearly lost out on the exchange once more, and slammed into the ground below. The ground shattered once more, while John sped down towards Asuros, who surged up from within, his fighting spirit not lessened for a moment.
Small wounds appeared on John’s body after that exchange once again, but they were completely ignored as he resumed his assault against Asuros. Their battle raged on once more as the two exchanged hundreds of attacks, with both sides landing critical blows on the other. Flesh tore, muscles ripped, and blood flowed as both fighters continued to become more and more injured.
However, with John’s renewed healing, and the possibility of Laia healing him again at any moment, the mood of the battle had instantly changed, as the one on the losing end was clearly Asuros, who looked absolutely miserable at the moment.
After another exchange, Asuros used the momentum of John’s attack to speed backwards several miles at an incredibly shocking speed. He paused and stared at John for a brief moment, before shifting his gaze towards the distant dragon corpse, locking onto a certain location for a moment again.
John noticed this gaze and looked there as well, as Asuros had done so once before. He didn’t know what was there, but clearly Asuros wanted something from the dragon, and was now debating about how to get it, or if he could even get it.
A conflicting expression appeared on Asuros’ face for a moment, before he gazed back at John, trembling with anger and hatred. Not waiting for him to recover, John sped towards Asuros once more, battle axe slashing out with apocalyptic might.
“With your death, my Fenix Clan and those whose deaths you caused will finally be avenged,” John roared as he prepared to finish off Asuros once and for all.
His actions instantly made Asuros’ change expressions once moree, as his confliction instantly vanished and was replaced with furious confidence.
“You think my Master didn’t send me in with a contingency plan?” Asuros scoffed, his words causing John to frown as he instantly increased his speed towards Asuros. A small circular object suddenly appeared in Asuros’ hand, clearly some sort of formation disk.
The disk was covered with thousands of tiny yet intricate runes, some brimming with incredible power and profundity.
“A spatial formation disk? As if I would allow you to leave!” John roared as his aura and power erupted to the absolute peak, surging around Asuros as he appeared before him. If he was able to restrict the spatial energy with his own power, he could prevent Asuros from leaving.
“Hmph, both you and this world know not of just how small and insignificant it is,” Asuros scoffed as the spatial power wrapped around him, shielding him from John’s assault. John’s face became red with strain as he struggled to contain the spatial power, which seemed to completely ignore his might.
“Let this spatial disk be a small glimpse of what my master is capable of, and how little this world knows of what is truly possible,” Asuros scoffed as his figure faded from John’s vision, who continued his futile struggle against the spatial power with his full might.
“When we meet again, our battle will not be the same as today. I will soon perfect my Asura body, and when we meet again, I will break you with the full might of a true Asura,” Asuros scoffed as his voice and figure faded away. With a final flash of energy, Asuros’ figure instantly vanished as the spatial energy disappeared.
John’s aura slowly died down as he stared at the now empty sky before him, his rage soaring as Parker had slipped through his grasp at the very last moment. His shoulders began to tremble with rage, but a wild roar in the distance suddenly caught his attention, snapping him out of his mood of ever-growing rage.
“He won! John actually won!”
“The war is finally over!”
“We’re saved. We’re saved!”
Roars of pure elation erupted out from the Honorable Alliance group, as the end to the war had finally arrived. Against all odds, they had managed to survive, and hold out long enough for a pure miracle to arrive and save them. Tears streamed down the faces of many of the youths as they cried and hugged each other, while others roared with wild elation, crying out John’s name with exalted praise.
“John! John! John! John!”