Then the two backed away.
Whoosh!!
Finn's breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as if his lungs were on fire. His clothes were torn to shreds, blood dripping from multiple bruises, and his body bore the exhaustion of a brutal clash. He looked battered—yet unbroken.
The warriors from the troll faction weren't faring much better. Their flesh was torn, muscles bruised, and their weapons stained with both blood and pride.
Clearly, neither side had gained an upper hand in this vicious encounter.
"Boy, I didn't expect you to have such a tenacious will. Looks like I underestimated you!"
One of the trolls spat through blood-stained lips.
"Hmph, don't waste breath—fight if you want to fight!"
Finn growled with defiance, his voice hoarse but proud.
"Hehe... alright then. Let's see what kind of monster you really are!"
BOOM!!
With a thunderous stomp, the troll launched himself at Finn once again.
"Hmph. You're courting death."
Finn narrowed his eyes, raising his hand and curling his fingers into a claw-like grip. A terrifying blade of energy materialized, surging from his palm like a living flame.
BOOM!!
Suddenly, a hurricane exploded around him. The wind howled with sword intent so fierce, it seemed ready to tear open the sky itself.
Whoosh!!
In the blink of an eye, Finn vanished—then reappeared right in front of the troll.
A flash.
Steel met flesh.
A blinding arc of sword light swept across the troll's throat.
Hiss!!
The troll's eyes bulged in disbelief, the light in them fading. Slowly, silently, he crumpled to the ground.
"What?!"
The remaining three trolls recoiled, shock seizing their bloodstained faces.
"Damn it, kill him!!"
The others roared and charged at Finn again, weapons raised in fury.
But Finn didn't retreat. His lips curled into a grin.
"Bring it on!!"
With lightning speed, Finn launched forward, appearing like a ghost in their midst.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each blow he dealt landed with lethal precision. His attacks were fast, brutal, and unrelenting—techniques forged through suffering and fury.
One by one, the trolls fell, their bodies dissolving into clouds of blackened aura, their souls consumed by Finn's wrath.
But just as silence settled, a wave of energy—powerful, dark, ancient—rolled over the land.
Finn froze. A chill crept down his spine.
He turned.
Out from the void stepped a figure.
Ten feet tall, shrouded in black obsidian armor with golden trim, the demon's spear pulsed with malevolence. His helmet—an iron beast with sharp horns—hid most of his face, but not the glowing red eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
This was no ordinary demon. This was a Netherborn General, a war-class demon whose kind had fought against the Celestials and been hunted by Ghost Riders.
His presence exuded a terrifying aura—an overwhelming surge of murderous will that distorted the very space around him.
"Another fresh soul walks into my grasp. Ha! Today is a good day!"
The demon laughed, a thunderous, echoing sound like a collapsing mountain. Then, he lunged at Finn.
RUMBLE!!
His descent brought a thunderclap in the void, demonic energy flooding the area like a poison tide.
Finn raised his blade.
"Perfect timing!"
He sneered, slashing his long sword to meet the demon head-on.
Their weapons clashed with a roar that fractured the sky.
BOOM!!
Steel struck steel.
The spear trembled from the force of the blow. The demon was flung backward, blood spraying from his mouth as his armor was cracked.
Psst!!
Finn did not stop. He surged forward, pressing the advantage, sword flashing again.
This blade was no ordinary weapon. Forged with Stark-grade vibranium and laced with K'un-Lun arcane sigils, it carried a destructive energy designed to dismantle demonic souls.
He struck.
BOOM!!
The impact sent the demon flying, his body smashing through a mountain and leveling its peak in a single blow.
Puff!!
The demon coughed blood, bones creaking. He stumbled to his feet, armor bloodstained, breathing labored.
"Die!"
Finn walked forward slowly, his sword dragging sparks across the ground.
The demon's eyes narrowed.
"You're naive if you think that was enough. I am a Wraith-Titan, child. I exist beyond your comprehension!"
He roared and activated a forbidden demonic technique—Nether Ascendance.
The void crackled.
His flesh split open, bones tearing free from muscle, until his body disintegrated into a cloud of black mist. Then, bone by bone, a new form began to reassemble.
A skeletal titan emerged—massive, hollow-eyed, radiating pure killing intent. In his hand, a massive, rune-etched spear swirled with hellfire.
His aura had multiplied tenfold.
"Boy... die!!!"
The skeleton raised its weapon and hurled it at Finn.
BOOM!!!
The sky exploded.
The spear tore through the air, ripping apart oxygen and collapsing atmospheric pressure around it.
It was like watching a black hole descend.
Finn's eyes sharpened. He raised his sword.
CLANG!!
Blade met spear again—but this time the force of the blow was too great.
Psst!!
Blood exploded from Finn's mouth. He was thrown back hundreds of meters, smashing into the ground and skidding until a crater formed beneath him.
The skeleton advanced, steps like earthquakes.
He appeared in front of Finn, thrusting his spear once more.
"Today you die!"
"Not yet!"
Finn's shout echoed like thunder. He rolled to the side, dodging narrowly, then countered with a desperate upward slash.
Their weapons collided again.
BOOM!!
A burst of light exploded from the center, energy waves flattening everything in a one-mile radius.
Though the slash forced the demon back, Finn's knees buckled. The impact had split the earth beneath him into a deep fissure.
"Kill!!!"
Finn roared with all his strength.
He launched himself into the air, descending upon the demon with the fury of a thousand broken souls.
Each sword strike was reckless, fueled not by technique but by fury.
"Fool!!"
The demon spat, twirling his spear to block and retaliate.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
Their fight raged across the battlefield, sword and spear clashing in brutal harmony.
Every impact distorted the space around them—shockwaves cratered mountains, shattered trees, boiled rivers.
Finn unleashed his full power—tapping into forbidden martial sigils he had etched into his soul during his time in the Sanctum Sanctorum's forbidden wing.
Each strike was a blend of mystic energy and physical destruction.
He was throwing everything he had into this.
But so was the demon.
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