Without wasting a moment, Loma raised his voice above the chaos, ordering his men to take on the Fangs all at once.
The Fangs roared back, charging through the sea of bodies. The battlefield exploded into a brutal storm—fists snapping jaws, kicks sending bodies collapsing, knees slamming into guts. The chorus of pain, flesh on flesh, and bones cracking echoed like war drums. To a normal person, the sight was paralyzing. But Loma stood composed, his gaze sharp as a blade.
From within the chaos, Fang's No. 5—Orrin—emerged. He cut through two Crimson Eclipse men in seconds, his strikes precise and merciless.
Before Orrin could claim another victim, a bare knuckle strike crashed against his jaw.
Crack!
Orrin's head snapped sideways as he staggered back.
Orrin: "Tch!"
Loma (coldly): "Fight me, you idiot. I'm Loma, No.1 of Crimson Eclipse."
[Back to Vamos vs Darok]
The air itself shifted. Even through the roar of the battlefield, the sound of their fists and kicks cutting through the wind was deafening.
They lunged at each other—BOOM!—their hooks collided, both trying to shatter the other's jaw. The clash reverberated like a cannon shot, forcing the men nearby to recoil.
Vamos chained into a sudden low kick—Thwack!—slamming into Darok's knee. His leg buckled for a moment, but instead of falling, Darok growled, lunged forward, and swept Vamos to the ground, mounting him in one brutal motion.
Darok (low, grim): "That's the end."
He unleashed a storm. Punch after punch rained down, the sound of knuckles smashing bone echoing through the night. Blood sprayed with each strike, painting Darok's fists red.
Desperate, Vamos wrapped his legs around Darok's back, locking him down, one arm gripping the back of Darok's head with everything he had.
But Darok tucked his elbow, shifted, and began driving it relentlessly into Vamos's core. Thud! Thud! Thud! The blows dug deep, ripping the air from Vamos's lungs, each strike worse than the last.
Unable to endure the unbearable pain, Vamos tried to block, leaving Darok's left hand free.
That was the mistake.
CRACK!
Darok's elbow slammed into his temple, the impact brutal enough to make the battlefield flinch. Blood poured as Vamos's body slumped under the weight of his own fading strength.
Darok (exhaling): "You made a good fight…"
And with those words, the battlefield shifted once more. The heavy, suffocating smoke-like pressure of Darok's aura swelled, swallowing the frost aura of Vamos completely.
The clash of monsters had ended—Darok stood towering, unbroken.
Chapter 73 End