Chapter 79: Battle Against an Angel

Outside the 'Shadow Monument', there was a screen panel in front of everyone.

It appeared as soon as Stark traversed the silver fog and opened the doors of the monument's chamber.

And the content was obvious: it was live footage of Stark vs Judicator, footage anyone could watch, and just as expected, everyone did.

"Huh..." Vex scratched his chin, he was surprised.

And he wasn't the only one: "Judicator, The Fallen Angel" was one of the 'Godless Demon's' apostles, and an extremely powerful foe.

Even people that were level 85-100 could struggle against him because of his variety of skills and high damage output, and yet... Stark went to fight him alone.

"..." Jack didn't even say anything this time, he had said the phrase 'he is dead' way too many times and had been proven wrong each time, so now he waited for Stark's death, although he really wanted to say it.

All around the rift, people stopped what they were doing and watched the live feed in disbelief.

'...' Lana had the blankest of expressions on her face, wondering just how could Stark get in such situations EVERY SINGLE TIME!

"Are they seriously boxing?" someone joked upon the feed showing Stark and Judicator exchange in a battle of hands.

"That boss dropped his sword to throw hands with that kid? Seriously?" Thorn shrugged, he would have enjoyed being in Stark's place to decimate the boss, but oh well.

~CRASH~

~FWISH~

~SMASH~

They watched the entire interaction of Stark being sent away and then turning the tides by headbutting the angel.

And now, back to the black-haired boy, he was right behind the angel, his face completely hidden except for his eyes and the wide smile on his face.

He grabbed onto the angel's back, not letting go, then immediately began pulling on its two wings.

"YOU LITTLE-" Judicator knew what Stark was trying to do, and he wouldn't allow him to.

He flapped his wings as hard as he could, trying to get Stark off his back, but Stark held on, still trying to get those damn wings off its back.

Seeing that it wasn't working, the angel decided to opt for plan B: fly everywhere at crazy speed.

"WIND ABSORPTION!"

Judicator used his wings to the fullest, creating a massive whirlwind of air around them as they spiraled through the chamber, fazing through several pillars.

Stark hung on for dear life, clutching the fallen angel's wings as tightly as he could, trying to maintain his grip amidst the chaotic windstorm.

Despite his incredible speed, Judicator knew that Stark's aura-fueled strength would not allow him to be shaken off easily. He needed a new strategy, and fast.

"CRASHED AGAINS'T A WALL IF YOU WANT TO HOLD ON SO MUCH!" the fallen angel shouted before heading toward a wall, planning to turn at the last second for Stark to be turned into a pancake from the impact.

But...

Reluctantly, Stark put his hands in front of his face, ready to try and deflect whatever was coming.

"FURIOUS STRIKE!"

Judicator threw both weapons a Stark with incredible force, the shining scythe slashing through the air like a bolt of lightning, while the crimson sword created a trail of crimson fire as it rushed to meet its target.

"YOU WILL BE JUDGED, HUMAN!"

As the weapons streaked towards him, Stark's face twisted into a grimace of determination. He released a burst of aura, his entire body glowing with intense power.

"CELESTIAL PUNCH," but Judicator wouldn't let him avoid so easily, so he immediately dashed toward Stark, meaning that three different attacks were heading toward the boy.

Stark leaped to the side, avoidig Judicator's dual weapons.

"GOTCHA!" but the angel was now already in front of Stark, his fists centimeters away from his face.

Under normal circumstances, this would be an attack impossible to avoid, meaning that it was certain death.

But not only did Stark have his shadow from the [Purgatory Shadows] ring which could take a hit for him since he hadn't used it in a while, but also...

"INVINCIBLE DODGE!"

Stark fazed right through the angel's punch, who was taken aback as he had expected to fell Stark's flesh on his holy fist, yet, the boy was behind him...

"=)"

Stark got behind Judicator and smashed his head while he lost his balance.

"-27361!"

"S-SUCH PUNY AND WEAK TRICKS, YOU BASTARD!"

"Yeah yeah blah blah blah," Stark didn't let him go with a single attack, and punched the angel, sending him flying against another pillar.

"-23726! -7362!"

"..."

[Judicator HP: 73745/245000]

"..."

Judicator wasn't moving, his body on the ground, and his face looking at the floor, his pupils were moving like crazy, a sign of his growing madness.

"This..."

"?" Stark tilted his head.

"This is..." Judicator began to get up, "THIS IS THE END!"

He summoned both his weapons in his hands, and then...

"ANGER OF THE FALLEN! BODY OF A SAINT!" he activated not just one, but two of his ultimate skills.