MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

In another part of the city, a fierce battle raged on.

Beru and Hela, Charles' loyal maid, clashed with overwhelming intensity, their movements a blur of lethal precision.

Beru's relentless ferocity was evident in every slash of his claws, each strike carrying the weight of his raw power.

Yet, Hela met his assault with equal ruthlessness, her daggers weaving through the air with deadly accuracy, intercepting every attack regardless of the angle.

Their relentless exchange sent shockwaves through the towering skyscraper, each strike tearing through floors as they pursued one another with a singular intent; Destruction.

Attack. Defend. Parry. Dodge.

This was their unyielding rhythm, the cadence of warriors locked in a deadly waltz.

Every strike sang with lethal grace, their weapons slicing through the air like whispers of death.

Each clash was a symphony of precision, a battle composed in the language of steel and blood.

Their movements were fluid, seamless, rivers of silver cutting through the chaos, each parry and counterstrike feeding into an unbroken storm of violence.

Yet neither yielded.

Bound by unwavering loyalty, they fought not merely for survival but for the honor of those they served, a devotion so absolute it bordered on obsession.

Beru's wings beat with powerful, rapid strokes, propelling him in a dizzying zigzag across the skyscraper's interior.

Hela was never far behind, her every movement calculated, her daggers seeking the vulnerable points of his form.

But Beru's claws were always there, intercepting each strike with impeccable precision, halting her assault mid air.

They collided and separated in an endless dance, like the relentless crash of waves upon a jagged shore, each impact reverberating with the raw, untamed power of nature itself. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

In a blur of motion, Beru's hand shot out, seizing a nearby table, and with a swift, powerful throw, sent it hurtling towards Hela.

But without hesitation, she slashed downward with a single, decisive stroke, her dagger cleaving the table in two with flawless ease.

But in the blink of an eye, Beru was no longer before her.

He had already shifted to her side, his claws arcing directly toward her heart with lethal intent.

Just as the claws were about to tear through her, Hela vanished in a puff of black smoke, evading the fatal blow.

In an instant, she reappeared behind Beru, crouched low, muscles coiling with explosive power.

Without hesitation, she surged upward, her dagger slashing toward Beru's midsection with impossible speed.

The sound of steel meeting resistance echoed through the air, as her blade was halted in place by the unyielding exosuit encasing Beru's body.

Hela's eyes widened in disbelief, her gaze flickering over the absurdly hard shell that had withstood her attack.

Beru seized the fleeting opportunity with ruthless precision.

His mouth opened wide, releasing an ear splitting screech, a sound so piercing that it seemed to tear through the very fabric of the building.

The sound waves surged through the structure, causing walls to crack and windows to shatter in a chaotic symphony of destruction.

Hela's ears rang, the agonizing pitch slamming into her eardrums with such force that it left her momentarily disoriented, her movements faltering and her reactions sluggish.

In that instant of weakness, Beru's fingers curled into a fist, and with a surge of power, he unleashed an uppercut that collided with Hela's jaw, sending her hurtling upward, her body flying through the air like a ragdoll.

With a powerful flap of his wings, the air around him distorted, and he surged after her, relentless in his pursuit, as though the very wind itself obeyed his command.

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Bellion's figure darted through the city with blinding speed, a streak of motion amidst the chaos.

He engaged with numerous summons conjured by Charles, each encounter a whirlwind of fury.

His sword, an extension of his will, transformed into a deadly whip, a series of blades linked by thin strands of shimmering energy.

With a swift, fluid motion, Bellion lashed out across the battlefield, his sword cleaving through the air with deadly precision.

Each swipe cut down the summons like swarming flies, blood spilling in torrents as they fell, their movements halted by the sheer force of his strikes.

Despite the carnage, Bellion obeyed Anthony's command—no deaths.

He inflicted just enough injury to incapacitate the summons, each one left barely conscious, their ability to fight stripped away without a single fatal blow.

Vines erupted from the earth, writhing and twisting in an attempt to ensnare Bellion and halt his movements.

But Bellion was faster.

The ground beneath his feet cracked and shattered as he blurred from sight, appearing mid air with a fluid, effortless leap.

With a snap of his fingers, a hundred swords forged from pure darkness materialized around him, their edges gleaming with malevolent intent.

Without hesitation, he sent them flashing toward their targets, each one moving with surgical precision, guided by Bellion's iron control.

The air exploded with force as the blades struck, detonating in a series of thunderous blasts.

Screams echoed across the battlefield, the agonized cries of those caught in the wake of Bellion's assault.

The summons, teetering on the edge of death, scrambled to retreat with desperate speed, their bodies barely holding together as they fled the onslaught.

As Bellion's power swept across the terrain, rocks, pipes, steel, and metal erupted in a violent cascade, the world itself seeming to fracture and crumble under the sheer force of his movement.

In the next heartbeat, a brilliant green light illuminated the sky, bathing the entire battlefield in its radiant glow.

Those who had been wounded were miraculously healed in an instant, limbs regrowing as if time itself had reversed.

Suddenly, a skeletal summon, its bony fingers crackling with dark energy, cast a powerful spell.

A square shaped prison of ethereal light materialized around Bellion, its edges shimmering with an almost otherworldly aura.

[Sealing Magic: Arcane Prison]

The magical barrier enveloped Bellion, and in that moment, the flow of mana within the prison seemed to slow to a crawl.

Movement became a struggle, as though the very air itself conspired to keep him bound.

It appeared to be the perfect containment spell, one that would hold even the mightiest of foes.

For a moment, Bellion remained still, his eyes cold and focused.

Then, with a quiet, yet immense force, he flared his aura, a wave of raw power surging outward.

The Arcane Prison shattered like glass, its fading particles scattering into nothingness.

His gaze locked onto the remaining summons, unwavering, and in the next instant, Bellion surged forward once more, a predator unleashed.

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Booming sounds reverberated through the air as two fists collided, retracting and striking again in a constant rhythm of raw power.

George was locked in a brutal battle of strength and speed against his formidable opponent, a towering ape, a behemoth of muscle and fury.

The ape lunged with ferocious intent, its colossal fist cutting through the air with the promise of annihilation.

But George was already gone, the strike meeting only the empty space where he had stood just a heartbeat before.

A blur of motion passed the ape's defenses in a heartbeat, and then, impact.

A precise, unrelenting fist slammed into the ape's ribs, the force of the blow sending a tremor through its massive frame.

The beast snarled, its primal fury igniting, but it did not falter.

Without hesitation, its instincts took over, and it charged again, relentless in its pursuit of George.

The ape pivoted on its massive legs, unleashing a monstrous backhand, its sheer force distorting the very air in its wake.

But once again, George was gone, the strike finding nothing but empty space.

A flicker of movement, a sudden shift, and then, counterattack.

A devastating roundhouse kick slammed into the ape's head with brutal precision.

The force of the blow snapped the beast's head sideways, a spray of saliva and ferocity spilling from its jaws as its feet skidded across the asphalt.

The road buckled under the force, deep grooves carved into the surface from the ape's struggle to regain balance.

Snarling in primal fury, the ape retaliated with a savage twist of its body, launching itself into a feral leap.

Its fists hammered downward with the intent to shatter, the very air vibrating with the force of its strike.

The ground beneath it splintered, the impact creating a shockwave that rippled outward, sending cracks through the concrete as the ape's knuckles collided with the earth.

But there was no satisfying crunch of impact.

Only silence.

And then, a single, brutal blow, precise, unrelenting, a knee rocketed into the ape's sternum.

The force of the strike sent the ape's massive body flying backward, crashing spine first through a rusted car.

The vehicle's frame buckled under the weight, folding like paper as the beast's momentum tore it apart.

Glass exploded in a violent shower, jagged shards catching the moonlight as the ape's body tumbled, crashing through a shop's display window with terrifying force.

The building itself groaned under the impact, its walls crumbling like paper as the creature barreled through its interior, wreaking havoc in its wake.

A guttural roar, filled with fury and pain, tore through the night, echoing across the city.

The ape erupted from the wreckage, dust and debris cascading from its broad shoulders, its fury rising anew as it pulled itself from the ruins.

Unrelenting, the ape charged once more, its fists raised high, each step cracking the pavement beneath its tremendous weight.

But as its fists descended with terrifying force, there was only empty space.

A breath, a shift in presence, and its target was gone.

Without warning, a fist slammed into its back.

The impact sent the ape sprawling, its massive body carving a violent path through brick and mortar, obliterating a section of a decrepit high-rise in the process.

Shattered stone rained down around it as the ape, fueled by fury, wrenched itself free from the rubble, obsidian eyes burning with relentless rage.

It attacked again, and again, each strike filled with savage intent, but every blow met only the air, its target always just out of reach.

And every miss was met with ruthless reprisal, George's counters landing with brutal efficiency, each one a painful reminder of the ape's inability to land a blow.

It was never a question of who would fall.

Only how long the beast could endure before its strength ran out.