The Rise of the God of Death
Chapter 42: Fangs vs Fist
The three lay broken on the ground, breath shallow, unable to rise.
Nil spat blood and forced out a bitter laugh.
"We trained for five years… just to die here? What a plot twist."
Darren gritted his teeth, clutching his ribs.
"I can't believe I'm going to die before defeating that geezer…"
The dragon above them roared, ancient power crackling across its scales. Its maw glowed, charging a beam that could erase everything in sight. The earth itself quaked, the air suffocating.
Lucy closed her eyes, hands trembling. She braced for death.
Then—footsteps. Calm. Confident.
A black figure stepped in front of them, stance unwavering.
Darren's eyes widened, heart skipping.
"Wait… left leg in front… right leg behind… that stance…"
He gasped.
"Master Daimon!"
The dragon's beam fired, tearing through the sky.
Daimon clenched his fist, aura exploding like a storm. He didn't flinch.
"DIMENSIONAL IMPACT!"
His punch collided with the beam, splitting it in two before hurling it back into the heavens. The shockwave flattened trees and cracked the ground, but Daimon stood unmoved, cloak fluttering in the wind.
"You did great luring him," Daimon said calmly.
"Wait, what?!" Darren snapped.
"I'll be back. Wait for me."
In a blur, Daimon vanished. He reappeared behind the dragon, blade flashing. One of the beast's massive thorns hit the ground, sliced clean off. The dragon howled in rage, tail whipping out like a fortress wall. Daimon ducked under it, driving his sword toward its scales—but the dragon's body pulsed with light, conjuring a shield of pure aura.
The impact shook the sky. For the first time, Daimon slid back a step.
"Impressive… but not enough."
Daimon Jumped towards the dragons head with his sword .The dragon countered, flapping its wings. A storm of blades formed from compressed wind, slicing through the battlefield.Daimon reappeard infront of the dragons head and threw his sword into the dragon's head making piercing its eye . The dragon roared and attacked Daimon with his Wings . The dragons wing passed threw Daimon as he disappeared into the air instantly, and the beast roared in triumph. But the real Daimon stood above, crimson energy gathering around him.
"Did my clone hurt you…?" His voice echoed from the sky.
A red glow consumed him as he descended like a meteor.
"Full power… DIMENSIONAL IMPACT!"
The fist struck the dragon's skull. The ground split apart, shockwaves annihilating everything nearby. Trees dissolved into ash. Stone melted into rivers of molten earth. The roar of the beast cut off suddenly as its body collapsed, lifeless, into the ruined wasteland.
Silence. Nothing remained of the forest. No trees. No grass. No life. Only scorched earth and a dead dragon.
The three staggered to their feet, trembling as they approached Daimon. Darren and Nil bowed deeply.
"Master Daimon…"
But Lucy didn't bow. She stumbled forward and threw herself into his chest, hugging him tightly, tears spilling down her face.
"I thought we were going to die…"
Daimon rested his hand gently on her shoulder, his scarlet eyes soft for a moment.
"You survived. That's what matters."
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