"Hah… hah…"
Diodora stood atop the dais, gasping for breath—not from exhaustion, but from pure, choking rage.
He was incomplete, mutilated, stripped of the one thing that defined him as a man. Unable to touch women, forced to live in a body growing more feminine by the day—this was the wound that never healed.
Kill them. Kill those two bastards. He had to.
His eyes burned red, murderous intent boiling over—an animal cornered, snarling, desperate.
But even as his fury threatened to consume him, Diodora forced himself to calm. Rage alone wouldn't kill Tenra Kamiyo. He'd learned that lesson the hard way.
He'd poured everything into his last attack, but he knew—Tenra wouldn't go down so easily.
Sure enough, as the dust cleared, Tenra and Raynare reappeared, untouched. A shimmering barrier surrounded them, and they were still locked in their oblivious, mocking kiss.
Diodora trembled, nearly losing control again. He forced it down, barely.
"Go wait over there."
Tenra finally broke the kiss, a thin thread of saliva still connecting their lips. He brushed Raynare's increasingly seductive face with a gentle touch.
"Yes, my master."
Raynare licked her lips, savoring the moment, then sauntered off to the side, arms folded, face alight with wicked amusement.
To challenge her master—what a joke. Diodora was the definition of "courting death." She'd enjoy watching his pathetic revenge and inevitable defeat.
"Come on, Diodora. You've waited long enough. Today, I'll give you the fight you've been dreaming of."
Tenra summoned his Divine Dividing armor, beckoning with one finger. Their feud would end here.
The outcome had never been in doubt.
"Ten… ra… Kami… yo!"
Face twisted with hate, Diodora lunged.
Success or failure—this was his final act of vengeance.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The temple shook as Tenra and Diodora collided.
Diodora knew Tenra's strength, so he held nothing back. He unleashed everything from the start, shrouding himself in wild demonic energy, hurling spell after spell.
Once, Diodora had barely reached Ultimate-Class. Now, Ophis's power had forcibly elevated him to Maou-level—a leap that came with a price. His body was wracked by agony, Ophis's energy tearing him apart from within.
But Diodora didn't care. He'd traded everything for revenge. Even if Ophis's power devoured him, as long as he could kill Tenra Kamiyo, it was worth it.
"HAHAHAHA! Do you see it, Tenra Kamiyo? This is Ophis's power—the power of the Infinite Dragon God!"
He laughed, wild and triumphant. For the first time, he felt hope.
But Tenra, encased in his armor, looked at him with cold amusement—and pity.
This fool, blinded by revenge, couldn't see reality at all.
"Guess I'll get a little serious…"
Tenra's voice was almost bored. He threw a punch.
A smart man would dodge, or at least shield himself. But Diodora, drunk on power, felt invincible. He wrapped himself in magic and threw his own fist to meet Tenra's.
If he'd trained his body like Sairaorg, maybe he'd stand a chance. But Diodora's flesh met the steel of Divine Dividing with predictable results.
CRASH!
"AAAH!"
Diodora screamed as he was hurled across the hall, his arm bending at a grotesque angle.
Tenra cursed him for a fool. Diodora, pain and fury mingling, shrieked:
"My arm! My arm!"
The pain only fueled his desperation. He raised his remaining hand, channeling magic with reckless abandon.
HUMMMM!
A massive magic circle appeared, unleashing a torrent of destructive energy straight at Tenra.
Tenra caught it with one arm, activating Albion's power:
"Divide! Divide! Divide!"
The energy stream shrank, weakened, then vanished—absorbed entirely.
Tenra's lips curled cruelly. He sent the energy back, amplified, roaring toward Diodora.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Diodora's body was swallowed by the blast, the force tearing through the temple, gouging an endless trench across the battlefield.
"Diodora, do you get it now? Even with Ophis's power, you're still no match for me."
Tenra's voice was ice. Diodora knelt on the ground, bloodied, stunned.
He raised his head, hollow eyes suddenly blazing with manic light.
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!"
He slammed his palm to the floor—a crimson magic circle erupted beneath Tenra's feet, exploding.
Tenra walked forward, unharmed. Each step triggered another explosion, but he didn't slow. Not a scratch.
"AAAH!"
Diodora shrieked, scrambling backward, throwing up defensive spells in panic.
Ten shields… a hundred… a thousand… In seconds, a wall of magic circles blocked Tenra's path.
"HAHAHA! This is the ultimate defense—ten thousand layers! Even you can't—"
He never finished. Tenra's fist crashed through the wall, smashing straight into Diodora.
"Ahhh…"
The defenses shattered. Diodora staggered back, clutching his stomach, eyes bulging in disbelief.
"Impossible… impossible…"
Tenra stepped closer, dispersing his helmet. His face was pure disappointment.
"I actually expected more from you, Diodora. You really are pathetically weak."
Every word cut deeper than any wound. Diodora's face drained of color.
Tenra's lips curled in cold contempt. He slapped Diodora, sending him flying.
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