Chapter 436: Black Mamba [Part 2]



The Emperor's gaze sharpened, his muscles tensing as Black Mamba descended from the air.

There was no sign of damage on the creature's body, no indication that the powerful strike he had delivered had made any impact.

This puzzled the Emperor, a man who had felled countless adversaries with his bare hands.

For a moment, time seemed to stretch as the two stood in a silent standoff, the night around them thick with an air of impending violence.

The Emperor's brow furrowed in concentration, his combat instincts flaring as he tried to anticipate Black Mamba's next move.

But there was something disturbingly unpredictable about this creature.

The intricate white lines on its obsidian skin pulsed with rhythmic energy, and the circle on its chest seemed to throb in sync, as though drawing power from some unknown source.

Then, without warning, Black Mamba moved.

The creature's speed was unimaginable, a blur of black against the night.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The Emperor barely had time to register the movement before a fist as hard as iron struck his side.

The impact was like a thunderclap, resonating through the air with a force that seemed to shake the very foundations of the city below.

The Emperor's eyes widened in shock as pain lanced through his body. He staggered back, a wicked grin spreading across his lips.

He wasn't given a moment to recover. Black Mamba was relentless, pressing the attack with a series of rapid strikes, though the Emperor was accurately blocking his attacks with one hand.

Before Black Mamba's fists could land, the Emperor's defense was already in place.

Each blow was precise, calculated, and delivered with the kind of efficiency that only something not bound by human limitations could achieve.

Yet there was also a savage, primal energy behind each hit, as if the creature was testing its own strength, discovering its potential in real time.

But yes, all the blows-no matter how fast, strong, or precise-were met with the Emperor's brutal defense.

As the onslaught continued, the Emperor's grin widened, a feral gleam in his eyes.

He had faced countless opponents, but none quite like this.

The thrill of a true challenge coursed through his veins, igniting a fire that had long lain dormant.

It started soft, almost imperceptible, but quickly grew in volume and intensity.

Black Mamba burst from the rubble, its body now covered in a swirling, inky darkness. The white lines on its skin glowed and then...

Whoosh

It moved with impossible speed, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. The Emperor barely had time to raise his arms in defense before Black Mamba was upon him. Its fists were a blur, striking with a force that seemed to defy physics.

Each impact sent shockwaves through the Emperor's body, threatening to shatter bone.

Finally, one last blow sent the Emperor flying off the roof, crashing to the ground-yet landing on his feet.

The Emperor cocked his head to the right and then to the left, releasing his clenched fists, folding and unfolding them, repeating the motion a couple of times to ease the tension in his

joints.

Then he fixed his eyes on Black Mamba as it floated down.

All the other nobles didn't need to be told before they fled the area as fast and as far as

possible.

Black Mamba softly landed on the ground and slowly walked toward the Emperor, who now began to overflow with a crimson red aura.

It had the appearance of flame but none of its properties; it was like clean water burning like

fire.

And it subtly shifted the atmosphere.

At first, it was unnoticeable, but suddenly some soldiers who had gathered to help the nobles began to collapse, even though they were over four hundred meters away.

Even older nobles who were Masters, Savants, and Sages felt it equally, though they had the soul capacity and mental fortitude to withstand the damage it did to the lower ranks.

But that didn't mean the strain was any easier on them.

In fact, they couldn't help but wonder how vicious and devastating the pressure would be within a hundred meters of the Emperor.

The Emperor looked intensely at Black Mamba, who had stopped in its tracks as the pressure began to dry out the air. The environment felt hot and vaporizing.

"I gave you ample opportunities to walk away, but still you chose to throw your glorious life away. How foolish," the Emperor groaned, malice dripping from his voice.