"Is this really all you've got?" Azmodeus asked, his voice a low taunt that cut through Assfol's focus.
Assfol's eyes flared with anger, and he lunged forward, his fist charged with Immortal energy above the Grade 5 Immortal King Realm. But Azmodeus was ready. He sidestepped smoothly, catching Assfol off-balance, and delivered a swift, calculated blow to his ribs. Assfol staggered, his face contorted in pain, but he quickly regained his footing, his gaze blazing with fury.
"You'll regret that," he snarled, his voice a hiss of barely-contained rage.
Kaelin, meanwhile, had managed to corner Anna, his movements faster and more erratic as he aimed a flurry of blows at her. Anna blocked and dodged with determination, her eyes narrowed as she focused on finding an opening. Kaelin's attacks were relentless, his intent clear—to overwhelm her with sheer speed.
But Anna wasn't about to be outmatched. She feigned a stumble, letting him close in, and then, with a sudden burst of powerful Grade 5 Immortal King energy, delivered a powerful upward kick that connected squarely with Kaelin's jaw. He staggered back, surprise flickering across his face. .net
"Not so tough now, are you?" she shot back, her voice laced with defiance.
Azmodeus caught sight of the exchange and allowed himself a small, approving smile. Anna was holding her own, proving once again that she was more than capable. But he didn't let his focus waver, his attention snapping back to Assfol, who was circling him with a renewed ferocity.
Assfol lunged again, his movements faster and more desperate. Azmodeus dodged, sidestepping with ease, but he noticed the subtle change in Assfol's stance—a shift in weight, a tightening of his grip. He was hiding something, a technique he hadn't used yet. Something surely forbidden.
Azmodeus braced himself, his senses sharpening as he prepared for the unexpected. Assfol grinned, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.
"Time to end this," he growled, raising his hand as a dark energy began to gather around his fist. The crowd gasped, murmurs of shock rippling through the arena as the energy intensified, casting an ominous glow.
Azmodeus saw his chance and pressed forward, his movements controlled and precise. Assfol barely managed to dodge his first strike, but Azmodeus followed up with another, then another, each move calculated to keep his opponent off-balance. The crowd was completely silent now, every eye fixed on the unfolding match. The tension was thick, anticipation crackling through the air as Azmodeus closed in on his final blows.
"Why don't you yield, Assfol?" Azmodeus suggested, his tone calm but firm. "Spare yourself the embarrassment."
"Never!" Assfol spat, his voice raw with anger. With a wild shout, he charged again, his fists swinging in a frenzied attempt to land a hit. But Azmodeus evaded each one, his movements smooth and deliberate. And then, with a sudden, fluid motion, he slipped past Assfol's defenses, his fist connecting with Assfol's chest with a powerful strike that reverberated through the arena.
Assfol staggered back, gasping, and finally fell to one knee, clutching his chest. The impact had left him breathless, his face flushed with humiliation as he struggled to rise. Azmodeus stood over him, his expression calm but unyielding, his stance a testament to his control and restraint.
"Yield," Azmodeus said again, this time with a finality that left no room for argument.
Assfol's gaze flickered, the defiance in his eyes wavering as the realization sank in. Even with the Evil Immortal Technique gifted to him by the Eldest Senior Brother of the Eternal Jade Sect, he was left helpless before someone with a similar cultivation level...
'...I have failed... But I can still pull some strings to make this bastard's life a living hell after he moves higher up the ladder... The ladder will surely crumble with him on it!!'
Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered his head, signaling his surrender. The overseer's voice boomed across the arena, confirming the result.
"Winner: Duo #69!"
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