Several minutes had passed since Ren Kuroda had been caught in a "death grip" by three curvaceous, charming girls.
Not far away, Riser finally completed the charge for his ultimate technique—just as everyone had been waiting for.
As his magic power erupted, crimson magic circles flared to life across his body. The surrounding magma responded, surging and roiling as if drawn by his will. Flas burst forth, cloaking him in blazing orange fire, and in the next instant, his entire form transford into a winged phoenix soaring through the air.
To be fair—setting aside the painfully long charge ti, and the fact that the user was Riser—the "phoenix" before Ren was undeniably impressive.
At the very least, to the uninford masses watching, the sheer spectacle of the phoenix's appearance alone made it seem like an overwhelmingly powerful move.
Now wreathed in flaming plumage, Riser's combat strength surged—and with it, his confidence swelled dramatically.
The true phoenix was said to be immortal, a being capable of rivaling Dragon Kings. But the phoenix Riser had beco possessed only the shape, not the essence. At best, it was a high-grade imitation.
Having gained the power of flight, Riser circled high above, deliberately showing off his presence before finally diving straight down toward Ren, wreathed in scorching flas.
"It's coming! Against the formidable contestant Ren Kuroda, Riser's peerage has been on the back foot since the very start of the match!But now, as the King, Riser Phoenix has finally revealed the bloodline power of the pure-blood Phoenix clan! Even through the projection, you can feel that overwhelming aura!However, in order to restrain the yokai Ren, two of Riser's Rooks and his Queen are still locked in place with him! What kind of counterattack will Riser choose?!"
Nadō Kamaki gripped his microphone, his face flushed with excitent as he delivered rapid-fire comntary.
It wasn't that the earlier fight hadn't been entertaining—but against Ren's overwhelming offense, Riser's all-girl squad had never managed to capitalize on their nurical advantage. They had been completely dominated from start to finish.
Sure, wardrobe malfunctions during battle had their own appeal—but what the audience really wanted was a balanced, back-and-forth clash.
Hearing the comntator's words, Riser sneered, looking down at Ren with cold mockery.
"You don't actually think I'd hesitate to attack just because they're in the way, do you?"
The phoenix plunged downward. Before even reaching Ren, Riser opened his beak and unleashed a torrent of flas far beyond ordinary fire—the Flas of the Phoenix.
A blazing pillar of fire roared forth, sweeping across the battlefield and instantly engulfing Ren—along with the three girls clinging to him.
As the raging inferno drew closer, the three girls restraining Ren couldn't help but show fear on their faces.
But their master had given a strict, absolute order—none of them were allowed to let go before Ren was struck.
This was a specially designed ga space. They wouldn't truly die—at worst, they'd suffer injuries.
Even if it ant sacrificing two Rooks and a Queen, Riser believed it was entirely worth it.
As long as he, the "King," did not fall, they would not lose. Ren stood alone—if he could be forced out of the field, then this match would belong to Riser Phoenix!
Riser had already realized that even without magic, Ren's physical body was extraordinarily resilient. Ordinary flas likely wouldn't be enough to harm him.
But what he wielded now was the Flas of the Phoenix—an attack that even high-ranking devils could not endure for long.
"Damn it! That bastard Riser—he actually went through with it! Attacking those girls without even a second thought!"
In the stands, Issei clenched his fists, his face filled with fury as he watched Riser unleash flas upon his own loyal female servants without hesitation.
But compared to the outraged reactions of Rias's and Sona's peerage mbers, most of the high-ranking devils present found Riser's actions completely normal.
To pure-blood devils, reincarnated devils were exactly what their na implied—"chess pieces."
And if they were rely pieces, then sacrificing them when necessary was only natural.
"BOOOOOOM—!"
The blazing pillar of fire exploded upon contact with Ren, spreading outward into a vast sea of flas.
The inferno engulfed an area dozens of ters wide. And to ensure maximum damage, Riser didn't stop after a single strike. Hovering in the air, he beat his flaming wings and continued pouring fire into the blazing sea below.
The ground itself glowed red under the relentless heat. What had once been solid terrain where Ren stood was now fully transford into a churning field of magma.
Only after nearly exhausting his magic power—down to about twenty percent remaining—did Riser finally cease his assault, letting out a sharp, triumphant cry from the sky.
The sea of flas had yet to subside, but Riser, unable to contain himself, dove straight down into it.
The flas posed no threat to him. And the fact that they were still within the ga space ant one thing—Ren hadn't been completely eliminated yet.
Still, after expending nearly eighty percent of his magic power, Riser was certain that Ren must now be at the end of his strength. He intended to personally finish him off.
But the mont he plunged into the flas, a sudden alarm rang through his instincts.
A powerful sense of danger surged toward him.
Before his body could even react—
A razor-sharp slash tore through the inferno, cleaving the sea of fire in two. In Riser's vision, the blade of light expanded rapidly, completely engulfing him.
Walking calmly across the molten ground, blade in hand, Ren Kuroda erged before everyone's eyes.
Not far from him lay three unconscious girls.
They were none other than Riser's Queen and two Rooks.
Aside from their clothes having been completely burned away—leaving them utterly exposed—their bodies, like Ren's, were essentially unhard.
As for Ren himself—not only was he uninjured, even his clothes were completely unscathed. It was as though Riser's so-called ultimate attack had done nothing more than give him a light sauna.
Thanks to the passive ability of the [Prideful King], any opponent weaker than him simply couldn't inflict damage.
And to ensure his clothes weren't destroyed, Ren had even used the power of the Blessed Holy Sword to protect them.
Riser's three female servants had also been spared for the sa reason.
As for why their clothes hadn't survived along with them…
Ren could only say that his magic power had been insufficient.
Yes… purely because he didn't have enough magic power.
It definitely wasn't because he wanted to check how well-developed they were.
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