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The Great Demon System

Chapter 382: Clash of The Titans (2)
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Moby grinned, and with no hesitation went on the offensive by once again throwing ice spears towards his opponent, this time much faster, almost as though he was throwing machine-gun fire from his bare hands.

Yet his opponent seemed unimpressed, not moving a single inch as he felt his annoyance swell from within.

"THAT TRICK WON'T WORK ON ME ANYMORE!!" He sent a gust of fire all around him, and the incoming purple spears of ice were nullified, yet not completely destroyed as they were sent flying in every direction like falling hail.

However, instead of shocking or even making Moby reconsider, his sneer grew even larger in size, waving several spells before spreading his wings out wide and boosting towards his opponent above with his demonically infused god slayer burning brighter than it ever had since he had first drawn it.

[ Self Spell Protection ]

[ Thick Fog Of Ice ]

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[ Reinforce Thick Fog of Ice ]

"You're clearly an amateur given powers you don't understand nor are worthy to!! Your movements are brute force! That is why you will never win!" Moby announced as they once again stuck their shaking blades with an atmosphere completely contrasting that of when they first clashed.

"Silence you!" The shalker spoke in a deathly voice, kicking Moby away with his boots before rushing him down, firing several fire shots towards him.

The fire that expended out of his palms was deep and engulfed all, thus hindering his very own vision. Yet that mattered not when they sought life and homed on their target until hit.

But, that was when suddenly, he heard a sound emerge from behind and the homing missiles of black flames suddenly turned a complete 180 degrees, bolting straight towards him instead.

He could not believe it, it was almost as though he was betrayed by his own flames. When he attempted to dodge, he suddenly noticed himself bound by unknown chains of magic that did not take him much effort to destroy, but that slight hesitation was more than enough for the flames to find their target.

*Arrrgghhh* He grunted from the pain, yet to his dismay the pain would not end any time soon as he found a sword thrust into his guts, barely missing his heart due to his erratic movements.

"YOU!! WHAT THE— " There he saw Moby to his rear, and a hole, as though ripped through time and space behind him. His eyes grew wide in realization, and despite the shock and pain running through his system, he managed to connect the dots on what had just transpired. "HOW MANY POWERS DO YOU HAVE!? WHAT IS THIS!?"

The shalker could no longer keep his calm persona, and his frenzy intensified. His blackened flames roared in all directions, and Moby was forced to release his blade and escape from that injured, primal beast.

"I'LL END YOU!!" He held his blade tightly and surrounded Moby in a ring of fire from all directions slowly encompassing him.

"It's too late for you now. The battle has been decided long ago…" Moby's viper-like eyes of denomination glistened ominously above his amused visage, and with but a flex of his muscles, his aura of purple destruction expanded even further, and that ring of fire approaching him was nullified by his mere presence alone.

"HOW!? HOW ARE YOU STILL GETTING STRONGER!? IMPOSSIBLE!!"

They met blades once more, and their clash shook the very heavens as they sped like blurs, evenly matched blow for blow.

Moby warped throughout the entire battlefield like a shadowy assassin, and his opponent managed to react to every strike as his rage grew along with his flames.

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Their auras mixed during the clash, and in it was a clear victor. Moby's pure demon energy, as though it were a hungry beast began to consume the black flames like pudding, thus the shalker suffered greatly and began to slowly become overwhelmed. He was overwhelmed and punished by a source who did not realize nor wanted acknowledge due to his prejudice.

In the end, they stood far apart, panting and readjusting their stance. One party was clearly more injured and exhausted than the other, and he felt like his chance at victory was fleeting. And in order to win, he had to act quickly, and there was one attack in his arsenal that he thought could put an end to it with pure power that could not be countered nor matched.

"YOU'RE DEAD NOW TRAITOR!! THERE'S NO WARPING OUT OF THIS ONE!!" The shalker thrust his hands in front of him with a tiny flame flickering at its center. The energy around him danced, a dense shield of flames surrounded him in all directions and lightning began to fall from the sky so there was no teleporting around him.

That small flicker once in his palm erupted into a ball of dense, peerless power, its strength growing bigger and more potent the more he charged.

Yet, as he continued to charge his attack, he felt a vein pop from his forehead as he peered down at his motionless opponent.

At first, he assumed that it was due to fear and absolute dread that he was unable to move, but upon closer inspection and a small hint of noise, he realized that he was laughing instead.

"What's so funny!? Why don't you charge up your attack huh!? Have you gone insane!?" He roared a distorted cry through the rumbling of the sky, yet that only made Moby's laughter increase even more.

"Have you not noticed? I have been charging up an attack! I've been charging one up all this time from the power you've been so gracious to gift me…"

"HUH?! WHERE!? What the fuck are you talking about!?"

"There!" He smirked, pointing up at the air above as the heavy fog began to subside, and thick purple glows appeared in the sky from all directions like stars shining in the sky, yet these stars were close, violent, and armed to destroy with the purest of demonic flames.