Chapter 50
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Chapter 50
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Hand of Fury
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"I can't understand from that perspective. Ah, it's all undone."
With that, as Melissa undid the final chain, Luna Basilrin twisted her body this way and that before slowly rising to her feet and spreading her wings.
"Ha... I never dreamed the seal would break like this."
"Just moments ago, it felt like you wanted to die."
"Changed my mind. Get me out of this space."
"Changed your mind?"
"There's something I need to find."
She had clearly been resigned to her fate.
But now, she gave off this strangely desperate vibe, yearning for something.
What had happened in that short time? No idea on my end.
"It has to be somewhere on the continent you all live on. I must find it."
With that, she lightly drew her index finger horizontally through the empty air.
A glow appeared, and from within, a precious-looking piece of jewelry dropped with a thud.
"My god. It looks insanely expensive at a glance."
Melissa's ghost-like sharp eye instantly appraised its value.
"This is all I can give you."
Wherever those treasures came from or whatever their worth, one thing was clear.
To her, trinkets like that were utterly meaningless.
And what she sought held far more value than mere riches.
If I play this right...
[It can serve as a shackle to prevent her existence from creating variables.]
'Geez... It was so trashy I stopped thinking about it, and...'
Unlike me, the Librarian showed no mercy.
My momentum had aligned somewhat, and the body that had been screaming from the strain had already healed.
This wasn't mere natural recovery.
"A healing ability?"
"My specialty."
A healing-specialized angel to this degree... impressive.
"Leon, is your sword okay? You break them so easily."
Melissa drew her own sword and held it out to me.
In response, I checked Black Night Sword No. 1—my current blade.
"This one's done."
I pulled it out without regret and tossed it to Melissa, who fumbled to catch it.
"No teeth? Use the gums."
I calmly made my request to Luna Basilrin, who controlled this space.
"There's one usable item left."
She drew her finger through the air again.
From within emerged a pair of black leather gauntlets.
"Hand of Fury. Legion commander-grade gear. Pretty damn good."
The gauntlets she handed me were large, but as I slipped them on, they shrank magically to fit my hands perfectly.
"Not bad."
The comfort level was astonishing—no hindrance to movement at all.
[Multiple powers imbued within.]
I preferred this over a sword, honestly.
At the same time, the surrounding space began to collapse.
"What the hell? What's happening here?!"
"Collapsing faster than expected. The seal's breaking. When the seal shatters, the space collapses from the depths. Things keep happening beyond my predictions."
Collapsing from the inside. Eventually, time would shatter the seal on its own.
But that would let Barba burst out.
The mansion would be wrecked for sure.
So, kill it right here, right now.
"How long until it blows?"
"At this rate, five minutes."
"Open the door. Prep's done from the start. Let's end it in five."
The moment she opened the door, I stepped forward.
Seventy-odd poisons and curses stacked, traces of venom blooming across its body—Divine Beast Barba came into view.
Melissa had heard how strong Barba was and looked worried.
It was the kind of power that warranted concern.
But I'd fought it to boredom already—I knew its strength best.
And how weakened it was now.
-Grrrrrr...
Barba glared at me with massive hostility, black corrosion already spreading across its body.
Among the seventy curses, debuffs, and poisons were spells crafted specifically for Barba.
"From a certain point, it felt like the balance was so broken without prep like this, there'd be no way to win..."
[Unable to confirm from my end.]
Guess it stung.
Then Barba heaved its massive bulk and charged at me with terrifying speed.
No sword in my hand now.
I hadn't reached the realm to manifest an aura blade yet, and Barba was unexpectedly vulnerable to blunt impact over cuts.
Necromantic spells were charging something, so no more additions possible with my current circles.
So.
Only one choice.
Step... step.
One step, two.
Seven paces to the beast.
Plenty of distance.
"Tch."
I drew a short breath, spun my aura differently than before, infusing vitality through my body.
And.
-Kraaaang!!
The moment it closed to my calculated range.
Over Break (Realm Transcendence)
Single Strike
[Fist Master's symbol: Fist Aura manifests]
Fist aura—the mark of a Fist Master—cloaked my hand.
Not perfect Fist Aura, but unstable like a pseudo sword aura. Still, massive proficiency and aura volume compensated.
Boooom!!!
My fist shot out at blinding speed, slamming into its body.
-Kek?!
Barba screeched to a halt, staggering in agony. Even weakened baseline and secondarily by poisons and curses, I hadn't expected to wound it this badly.
But Luna Basilrin's Hand of Fury amplified the impact shockwave dramatically.
This is why gear matters.
Before it recovered its stance, I stepped in again.
Closing into its embrace instantly, I clenched my fist once more and unleashed a calm strike.
Taiji - Strength
Yang
Whoosh!! Boom!
Massive explosion—flames of qi erupted from its flesh.
Barba was tough; even hit by Yang, it swung its claws without stopping.
Claws that shredded air and burned endlessly—but I flowed like water past the attack, reset my stance, and struck again.
Taiji - Strength
Yin
Crackle-crack!!
Black cold aura surged into my opposite fist, smashing the same spot again.
The invading aura swirled in yin-yang harmony, fusing powerfully.
Too late, Barba sensed something wrong and halted its counter, trying to retreat.
If it were before, maybe—but with Hand of Fury's aid and ongoing weakening, not now.
"Regen slowed along with base speed?! Then I'll join... Agh!"
"Reverse-applying healing suppresses Barba's regen. But that's my limit. You're useless too. Stay put and don't do anything stupid."
Plus, some power from the unsealed Luna Basilrin had been shredding its regen at insane speed.
Games taught me this: Killer synergy lets the DPS go wild.
Realizing evasion was impossible, it tried raising holy flames across its body—but I leaped straight to its chest.
Its massive frame meant no missing.
Holy flames: unquenchable once lit.
Melissa screamed.
"Leon?! No!!"
"Holy flames handled—keep going!!"
Taiji - Strength
Disharmonious Yin-Yang - Collapse
[Forcefully reverses harmonized yin-yang]
The disharmonious fist plunged straight into its flesh.
Holy flames surged to devour me, but reacted with the Hand of Fury on my hand—fwoosh! They scattered.
Into the now-vacant body plunged the disharmony, twisting its blood flow, weakening it further.
Holy flames burn everything they touch.
Not just matter—space itself scars and incinerates. Even as a 6th-circle grand necromancer, my options to shake them off were few.
Some sacrifice inevitable. Meaning, taking a claw hit would've been disastrous.
So how did I handle it in Fist Hall or Sword Hall?
Sword Hall: Blast sword qi like half-ranged. Fist Hall: Pure fisticuffs.
After dying dozens, hundreds of times to burns, one realization hit.
This way won't work.
Mindset: Dodge claws at all costs.
This time, planned to flow past.
I knew it had instant acceleration.
But curses, poisons, or collapsing space prevented it now.
Hand of Fury nullified the holy flames with white light before I dodged—disorienting, but great result.
Taiji disharmony properly embedded, twisting its meridians, slashing regen and resistance massively.
Luna and I hammering its regen/resistance nonstop—it couldn't endure the curses, debuffs, poisons anymore, staggering back weakly.
-Grulk... Kek!!
Barba vomited black blood, reeling, clueless to its plight.
Reason gone, instinct only—no complex tactics.
"Hoo."
Short breath, I tuned my over-revving mana circles.
Curses alone guzzled mana, but I had excess.
Repurposed the surplus for the grand necromancer's ultimate one-shot.
Toward the desperately resisting beast, I spread my hands wide then clapped them together in a prayer seal.
A massive purple magic circle bloomed from my feet.
From my shadow, dozens of misty Wuying heads emerged with serpentine tails, lunging to bite and tear.
6th Circle Necromantic Magic
Over Charge (Realm Overload)
Revenge of Banshee
[Prolonged resonance with shadows]
Death Knight stayed at the mansion, but Wuying had resonated with my magic from my shadow till now.
Mere wraith bites? Not worthy of 6th circle, no need for such prep.
But Revenge of Banshee was no simple spell.
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