Dante had never fully explored his potential, or so he believed. Lacking the innate genius of others, his strength ca from growing up alongside the world's most formidable figures, including the most powerful Arcane Mage of the Era and the strongest female Vampire in existence.
His life was a series of trials, not because he was exceptionally talented, but because he persevered and absorbed knowledge through sheer willpower.
Despite this, Dante was often mistaken for a genius because of his raw strength and relentless drive, attributes largely influenced by the company he kept—his wives, more powerful than he could ever imagine on his own. Many tis, he had faced death, often narrowly escaping due to his extraordinary resilience and relentless pursuit of power.
However, without his exceptional ntors, would he have been the sa? These thoughts plagued him on many sleepless nights, driving his obsession with becoming stronger, gaining more power. Yet, ironically, his very existence, marked by continuous growth and sheer luck, always seed to place him in the right place at the right ti.
This luck, however, had its limits, leading to his death when the Supre Beings saw him as an anomaly to be corrected.
Dante's journey, marked by uncanny fortune, was now being put to the test in this battle.
WOOSH!
His body hurtled through the air, crashing violently against the wall, breaking not just his bones but causing his ribcage to shatter, spilling so of his organs from his body.
"Agh!" He scread in pain. Pain—a sensation Dante had barely felt in recent years despite constant battles. His high pain tolerance seed futile now.
In a mont of distraction, sensing Lilith's presence in the human world, Dante received the most powerful blow in years, completely disrupting his senses and sending his body flying.
"D-damn it," he muttered, watching his organs regenerate. But he had no ti to recover; a swift kick aid directly at his face struck with an unprecedented speed.
KABOOM!
Dante raised his arms to defend himself, but the sheer force of the kick shattered his arms as he tried to block.
"AA!" He scread in pain, almost in desperation. Sothing was terribly wrong—how could a demon, not even at Demon King level, be pumling him like this?
His entire body trembled, not out of fear but from sheer excitent and primal curiosity. This was the first ti he felt this way about an opponent.
"You underestimate my strength, child," Avaddon declared to Dante, who was trying to recover, his regeneration working overti. His body heated up as it healed, a calm smoke emanating from the areas under regeneration.
The demon seed genuinely thrilled about the battle. From the start, he hadn't held back, attacking to kill. His fists emanated an unfamiliar aura, one that Dante had felt before but couldn't place. No ti to ponder—Avaddon launched another attack as soon as Dante stood up.
Avaddon moved at an abnormal speed, launching a new kick straight at Dante's torso.
THUD!
The kick was blocked. Dante's arm, surrounded by dense demonic energy and pure miasma, stopped Avaddon's assault.
Avaddon grinned at him while Dante held onto his leg, "Is that all you've got, Avaddon?" Dante taunted, gripping tightly. In a swift move, he counterattacked, spinning on his axis and covering his fist with his characteristic black flas.
WHOOSH!
The punch was quick, but Avaddon dodged with a fluid movent, breaking free from Dante's grip and spinning in the air, landing and causing a small crater where he touched down.
"Your strength is impressive," Avaddon acknowledged, dusting off the impact. "But it won't be enough to stop ."
He was massive, towering over Dante with his height exceeding four ters, while Dante stood just under two ters tall, around 1.90 ters. Expecting Avaddon to say sothing, Dante was taken aback as the demon advanced again, launching a series of devastating blows, each charged with that overpowering aura.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Dante abandoned his defensive stance and began to attack in unison. Each punch, each kick, caused a wave of destruction around them. Offense t offense, and their strikes clashed without hitting their bodies, only eting fists and legs.
It was a duel between two martial artists of unknown caliber, but one thing was certain: anyone witnessing this would find it hard to believe their eyes.
The sounds of wind from their impacts were like a symphony of blows imrsed in their own worlds. Dante was genuinely starting to enjoy this, and it wasn't just him. Avaddon, the demon, also began to smile. These n... they were alike.
Both were individuals entirely devoted to strength, following the path of the mighty.
Their hands moved as fast as lightning, each attack and parry ticulously analyzed and mirrored. They were locked in an inert state of combat.
"You are strong! Hahaha!" The demon exclaid, increasing the speed of his punches. Dante, equally animated, replied, "Hahaha! You're the strongest demon I've ever t!" His eyes began to dim the world around him.
The world lost its color, his spatial awareness becoming more precise, as if his body was erasing anything unnecessary for the battle. Even his feelings for saving Sara were subtly replaced by the thrill of combat.
A Worthy Opponent... when was the last ti Dante felt this? Yes... the last ti he fought with his heart in the ga, when he poured his personality into the fight and revealed his true self... Yes, that ti.
The mont he decided that Sara was soone he wanted to love.
He leaned back, dodging a punch, and countered with a spinning kick that struck Avaddon on the chin.
CRACK!
Avaddon was thrown backward, skidding along the ground and raising dust, but he quickly got up. The demon's smile didn't waver for a second.
"How fun!" He exclaid, charging even faster at Dante, who took a punch directly to the face.
CRACK!
Dante was also sent flying several ters back, but he kept his happy expression. This was a mont of pure joy for both, and Dante wished it could last for hours, but he knew he couldn't prolong it too much.
Gradually, Dante entered the Zone, his intense focus on the battle doubling his energy production. He was eager to fight, but even more so, he longed to find his beautiful wife, to embrace her and shower her with love.
As he recalled his first fight against Sara, so many positive emotions began to fill his heart, and he rembered that sensation—the sa aura from a person who appeared afterward.
"Aura Fist, a demon at the Master level, nearing Grandmaster—Hahaha, how exciting!" Dante said, recalling Musashi Miyamoto's sword, emitting a strange aura just like the fists of this guy in front of him.
"So you understand that, huh? I thought you were just a kid, but I see you're a man who has seen a lot in this world," Avaddon said, smiling as he readied himself for another round of fighting. He genuinely seed to admire Dante in this respect.
"Let's continue!" The demon's voice twisted slightly... it seed that he was... "Co at !" Dante shouted, disregarding what he had just heard. He wanted to keep going, to have a real fight!
He charged at Avaddon with fists ablaze, not even thinking about using swords or any other powers beyond his fiery fists. The battle was so exhilarating, so engaging, that he ignored all his other abilities. He knew that if he used them, he would win, but that wasn't what he wanted.
This was that feeling, the instinct for battle, the desire to fight not for victory but for the mont! That's how Dante felt!
He wanted to enjoy himself just by punching this demon, like a true warrior!
The battle intensified quickly, their fists colliding and shaking the entire environnt. Even the giant tree seed to tremble. Despite the different aura in Avaddon's hands, he withstood Dante's black fire, sothing Dante had rarely seen matched until now.
The fight raged on for many minutes, so long that Dante and Avaddon began attacking and dodging almost automatically, the sa joy evident on the demon's face as he seed to relish every mont of the battle.
As they exchanged blows with a smile, Dante spoke while still evading Avaddon's attacks, "Let's finish this with one strike." Grinning, Avaddon nodded, and the two moved apart.
Negative energy gathered in their fists as they prepared for a final clash. No more dodging, no hesitation, just a pure, clean fight between two battle-crazed demons.
Finally, the victor would be decided.
KABOOM!
The exchange of punches occurred at the center of the tenth floor, creating an unprecedented explosion and sending both fighters flying to opposite sides.
Dust rose into the air, making the atmosphere even heavier. Splinters of wood and shattered roots lay scattered everywhere, as blood seed to rain from the ceiling, the result of a massive beam of roots that transported negative energy being destroyed.
Then, a figure erged from the rubble.
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