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Chapter 162: A Show of Force!
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"Honestly, why don't you just step in yourself? I've heard about that kid. He defeated a Fallen Angel Cadre. Your peerage stands no chance against him."
Seekvaira Agares never missed an opportunity to needle Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas. She relished seeing the lecherous devil squirm, especially after his crude remarks about her.
Her words sent a ripple of unease through the crowd.
While they had heard rumors of Badr defeating a Fallen Angel Cadre, they assumed it was due to the combined efforts of Rias and her entire peerage.
Now, it seemed Badr possessed considerable power in his own right.
Among the young devils from the 72 Pillars Clans present, three were already high-class devils. They now regarded Badr with respect.
Badr, growing impatient, finally spoke, his voice laced with indifference. "Enough with the hesitation, Zephyrdor. Is this the quality of the next head of the Glasya-Labolas clan? Not even the courage to face death?"
The crowd winced. This Badr had a knack for getting under people's skin.
He had just mocked a clan head for lacking the courage to die. But was fighting him truly a death sentence?
Rias smiled wryly. Badr was at it again.
His pre-battle taunts were legendary, capable of infuriating anyone in seconds.
He had always been like this, never losing a verbal sparring match.
Among the spectators, a young woman watched Badr with an unreadable expression.
It was Ravel Phenex, younger sister of Riser, whom Badr had faced in a Rating Game.
Seeing Badr's nonchalant and provocative demeanor, Ravel recalled her own encounter with him.
He had infuriated her brother in much the same way...
It was a good thing Riser wasn't here. Seeing Badr's confident stance would likely trigger his "Badr Phobia" again...
Ever since his defeat at Badr's hands, Riser had developed an intense fear of him, trembling uncontrollably whenever he heard Badr's name.
Ravel felt a pang of sympathy for her brother, fearing he was becoming a shadow of his former self.
Now, watching Zephyrdor about to follow in Riser's footsteps, Ravel found herself strangely captivated by Badr.
She couldn't explain it, but there was something undeniably appealing about his defiance.
He had scolded her before without a trace of fear, unlike the others who treated her with excessive deference...
The thought brought a blush to Ravel's cheeks. Badr was undeniably charismatic...
Seeing Zephyrdor hesitate despite the taunts, Badr remained calm and composed. His voice was even and measured as he spoke.
"Since this coward won't face me himself, let's not waste everyone's time. Next! Anyone else want my Holy Sword? Defeat me, and it's yours."
Zephyrdor scowled, turning to a stoic young man nearby. "Rabiot, you fight him. I'll help you with your family matters."
The young man, Rabiot, looked intrigued. "Really?"
"Don't waste my time. I gave you my word."
Rabiot saw his opportunity and stepped onto the platform.
"My apologies," he said to Badr, his voice sincere. "For my sister's sake, I must fight."
Rabiot's aura flared, revealing his power without reservation.
He was a high-class devil, despite not being from a noble family.
"Tch, resorting to outside help. How pathetic," Seekvaira scoffed.
"Shut up, you hag! One day, I'll have you begging for mercy in my bed!" Zephyrdor snarled back.
Badr frowned slightly at the young man before him, then his expression returned to its usual calm.
"Begin."
He spoke casually. Rabiot activated his demonic power and charged.
In the next instant, an overwhelming aura erupted from Badr. He unleashed his full demonic power, the sheer intensity of it causing Rabiot's face to pale.
It was the amplification effect of Badr's King Sword!
Boom!
A torrent of demonic power engulfed Rabiot. When it subsided, he lay unconscious. The fight was over in a single round.
Silence descended upon the arena. The crowd was stunned by the sheer volume of demonic power emanating from a supposed middle-class devil.
This was the first time Badr had unleashed his full power since his breakthrough.
Behind Sona Sitri, Tsubaki Shinra gulped nervously.
"He became a devil at the same time as me... how... how did he get so strong...?"
Sona, equally shocked, remained speechless.
Badr turned his cold gaze towards Zephyrdor.
"I told you not to send weaklings to their deaths. Are you going to fight, or do I need to arrange for the Glasya-Labolas clan to choose a new heir?"
The original heir to the Glasya-Labolas clan wasn't Zephyrdor. The previous heir had died under mysterious circumstances, paving the way for Zephyrdor to take his place.
The humiliation was too much for Zephyrdor to bear. He disregarded all caution and flashed onto the platform.
"You bastard! do you think you're powerful? I'll kill you right here!"
Killer intent radiated from Zephyrdor. His power as a high-class devil rivaled the demonic power Badr had just displayed.
The Four Great Satans watched from their seats.
"Say, Sirzechs, are we really going to let them continue like this?" Serafall Leviathan tilted her head, her voice laced with concern. "Knowing Badr, he's not bluffing. He really will kill Zephyrdor!"
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Sirzechs shared her concern. Badr's bloodlust was palpable today.
It seemed Zephyrdor's callous disregard for his peerage had truly angered him. He wasn't holding back...
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Sirzechs knew Badr wasn't playing around.
This event was a preview for the Rating Game newcomers' tournament, so they couldn't simply stop the fight. He could only smile wryly, thinking that Badr certainly had a knack for causing trouble.
"Let's observe for now. It shouldn't be a problem," Sirzechs said calmly, as if he had a plan.
On the platform, Zephyrdor was backed into a corner, forced to fight after all his attempts to avoid a direct confrontation had failed.
Badr's repeated taunts, coupled with the swift defeats of his peerage and his hired help, had already tarnished his family's reputation.
In that case, why not try to kill this infuriating Kid?
He was already the laughingstock; defeating and killing this arrogant devil might salvage some of his pride!
Zephyrdor's demonic power surged, enveloping him in a swirling vortex of deep purple energy.
He was undoubtedly powerful, among the strongest of the high-class devils, far surpassing Rabiot.
Yet, he couldn't afford to be careless. Badr had defeated Rabiot in a single move!
Zephyrdor knew he would have to resort to some serious techniques to replicate such a feat.
"you have no idea the power a devil from a noble house wields! I'll beat you to a pulp, then I'll kill you!"
His thug-like demeanor was on full display, his language crude and vulgar.
Badr's expression remained calm, his voice even.
"I'm glad you finally decided to show up. Prepare yourself, Zephyrdor. I won't be showing any mercy to a spoiled Kid like you."
With that, Badr walked casually towards Zephyrdor.
His nonchalant attitude enraged Zephyrdor. He roared, his body transforming into a streak of light as he charged.
But to Badr, his speed was laughably slow!
As Zephyrdor approached, Badr threw a seemingly effortless punch. The force of his blow compressed the air in front of him, impacting Zephyrdor before his fist even connected.
Even without a direct hit, Zephyrdor was sent flying like a cannonball!
"Ugh!!"
Blood sprayed from his mouth. Zephyrdor couldn't believe he had been sent flying with a single punch!
Badr's seemingly ordinary punch was anything but.
Masked by [Absolute Control], the amplification effect of King Sword was in full force, enhancing his demonic power by a staggering twenty times!
Even a high-class devil could hardly withstand such power.
Ever since he had achieved the continuous cycle of Demonic Power & Body Enhancement, Badr's physique and demonic power had been constantly increasing. Furthermore, his demonic power was infused with holy energy, making the body Progress even more effective.
His power was growing exponentially every day.
The observing devils were silent...
None of them had expected Zephyrdor to be so thoroughly outmatched...
They had anticipated a more even fight...
Whoosh!
A horrible aura erupted from Zephyrdor. Unable to accept his defeat, he soared into the sky, gathering all his strength for a devastating attack.
Demonic power coalesced into a brilliant spiral of purple-black energy, hurtling towards Badr.
It was a powerful attack, worthy of a high-class devil.
Badr glanced upwards at the incoming spiral of demonic power, sensing its destructive potential.
It was enough to level a city!
The barrier surrounding the arena shimmered to life, its defensive power automatically increasing in response to the immense destructive energy.
To everyone's astonishment, the attack engulfed Badr completely.
A tremendous explosion rocked the arena. The shockwave rippled outwards, and the platform was awash in purple-black demonic energy.
For a moment, everyone lost sight of what was happening on the platform. But the disruption was brief. A few seconds later, the demonic energy dissipated, revealing the scene.
Badr stood calmly where he had been, his clothes undisturbed. A shimmering silver shield hovered before him, radiating a soft, ethereal glow. Its texture was unlike anything they had ever seen.
No one could believe that Badr had emerged unscathed after taking Zephyrdor's full-powered attack, without even raising a hand...
"That's... impossible..." Zephyrdor stammered in disbelief. He knew he had put all his strength into that attack, yet he hadn't even managed to budge the black-haired youth...
"What... what are you?"
He watched as Badr continued walking towards him, his pace unhurried.
Zephyrdor instinctively took a step back, his fear betrayed by his involuntary movement.
Badr casually picked up a small pebble from the ground.
He infused it with demonic power, just like he had done with the silver toothpick earlier, and flicked it towards Zephyrdor.
Thud!
Zephyrdor's defensive aura offered no resistance. The pebble pierced his heart, leaving a shimmering silver thread trailing in the air, one end connected to his heart, the other wrapped around Badr's index finger.
"You ordered your peerage to fight to the death to protect your family's honor. Now, it's your turn. Let's see what you're made of."
Badr's voice was calm, but his eyes burned with killing intent.
Killing that peerage member earlier had been unnecessary, a meaningless act. But this time was different. He wasn't holding back.
Badr was disgusted by Zephyrdor's callous disregard for his servants' lives.
He could have surrendered and spared Hermes, but he had chosen to force his servant to his death, as if believing Badr wouldn't kill.
Badr had known Sirzechs wouldn't allow him to commit murder, so he had stayed his hand. But now, he had no intention of showing Zephyrdor any mercy.
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Chapter 163: A Final Blow Right in Front of The Four Maous
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Badr had already stepped onto the stage, there was no room for hesitation now.
Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas's body froze, tension radiating from him.
Only when he found himself in the same predicament as Hermes had he truly understood this level of despair and fear.
The small puncture wound above his heart wasn't a fatal injury for a High-Class Devil like him, but the holy power surging through it was overwhelming, Badr's Holy-Demonic Power was no trifling force.
"I, I am the heir of the Glasya-Labolas family!" Zephyrdor stammered, forcing out his words. "You, how dare you try to kill me here? The Maou won't let you get away with this..."
He spoke with bravado, convinced that Badr wouldn't actually go through with it.
"...Is that your final statement?" Badr's voice was ice-cold, his gaze unyielding as he flicked his fingers, pulling at the thread of silver energy.
Zephyrdor felt his heart's magic core ignite, his face twisting in horror.
"No! Don't, "
Boom!
A violent explosion sounded, filling the air with a mist of blood.
Zephyrdor's body was blown apart, his torso obliterated. His lower half was flung backward, smashing into the barrier and leaving a streak of blood as it slid down.
The entire audience fell silent in shock. None of them had expected Badr to actually strike a killing blow in the presence of the Four Maou.
"He... really did it..."
This was supposed to be an event showcasing the new generation's talent, hosted by the Maou themselves.
Everyone assumed Badr's words were just bluster, never imagining he would actually kill, and not just a servant, but the heir of one of the Six Great Houses!
In the stands, Sirzechs Lucifer shook his head with a wry smile, thinking, This kid certainly knows how to stir things up.
He rose calmly, his voice steady. "The match is decided. Someone, remove the injured and tend to his wounds. We'll take a five-minute intermission."
The crowd exchanged confused looks.
Injured? they thought. Sirzechs-sama, he's... beyond help...
At that moment, another Maou spoke up. This was Ajuka Beelzebub, who had been watching the scene with an impassive expression from the beginning.
"Sirzechs, are you covering for him?" Beelzebub asked, his tone cold.
"Heh, does this kid really think he can act without consequence in our presence?" added Falbium Asmodeus lazily.
It was worth noting that Asmodeus was from the same Glasya-Labolas family. Yet, even after seeing his heir destroyed, Asmodeus showed no anger, merely observing with detached interest.
"Not at all," Sirzechs replied, a slight smile on his face. "Surely you noticed, Badr left him just enough to survive. It only looks severe."
Others may have missed it, but the Maou weren't so easily deceived. Even they had to admire Badr's level of control.
It was the precision of Absolute Control.
"Well, though it's a bit vexing, I must say the boy's got courage, and skill," Asmodeus remarked calmly. "My own proteges can't compare."
