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Chapter 279: Thrashing My Teammate
Six hundred years was but a fleeting moment for an Ultraman. It passed in the blink of an eye, a 'whoosh', and it was gone, leaving memories as fresh as yesterday.
And now, Orin Vale had about six hundred years to break the demons' barrier and stop them from consuming the light. Otherwise, he would be in danger.
No, it was his clone that would be in danger.
Meanwhile, the demon trio's barrier had been formed for less than a second when Belial already had a bad feeling.
Or to be more precise, nothing had felt right from before the fight even started.
"Say, do you guys feel like this barrier of ours is completely useless against him?" Belial communicated via telepathy, a message that only took an instant's thought to convey.
"Nonsense, impossible," Tisak said confidently. "This is no longer his territory. It's our home turf, our true forms are here, and this is Meirisaac's Absolute Barrier."
"Even a member of the Divine Race would be instantly paralyzed and unable to move within this barrier. How could he—"
Tisak never got to finish his sentence.
Telepathic communication was fast, but the opponent's actions were even faster.
He had only gotten halfway through his sentence when an afterimage within the barrier, trailing a streak of lightning, flickered before him.
The afterimage threw an ordinary-looking punch.
The barrier shattered.
Like a mirror smashed to dust by a boulder, countless transparent fragments flew in all directions. A shockwave carrying the magical fragments spread out. The tyrannical fist's power, its momentum undiminished after punching through the barrier, sent Tisak flying backward from the aftershock.
Saraka was dumbfounded. "It... it really broke..."
That was a barrier that not even a god could escape!
Did this guy have no limits?
The next moment, the afterimage flashed before it. The demon was startled, barely managing to cross its arms to protect its face before the heavy punch, crackling with electric light, landed. The instant the mach punch connected, the demon could hardly feel its own arms. Its body began to fly backward uncontrollably, crashing through boulders and obstacles with a series of booms until it was out of sight.
"I knew it, I knew it..." Belial's lips trembled incessantly.
"Stop muttering and attack together!"
Tisak, who had been sent flying by the aftershock first, roared and spread his wings, flying back at full speed. A demon's true form wasn't slow, and with the power of the dimension amplifying it, its attributes panel could probably even compete with Shazam or Black Adam.
Of course, when it came to speed, the invincible Speed Force had never submitted to anyone.
Tisak executed an eagle dive, swooping in with both claws forward. But Orin Vale's figure simply shifted several meters to the side, causing the demon's claws to grasp at empty air.
Tisak roared. Without pausing, he spun around, his sharp claws dragging rifts of black magic that tore through space as they swiped. Orin Vale dodged to the side, his left palm striking the wrist of the demon's black claw with precision, knocking it aside with a transparent ripple of impact. Orin Vale stepped forward, using the opening to close in, and delivered a light elbow strike. A milky-white shockwave erupted on the demon's chest, and it grunted in pain, stumbling back two steps.
At this moment, Belial on the side finally mustered his courage. With a tragic expression that screamed 'I'll risk it all!', he roared and charged forward.
Saraka also unfurled his fallen angel-like wings and flew back at full speed. With a powerful flap of his wings, he broke the sound barrier almost instantly upon takeoff.
The two demons advanced together, using every trick in the book to surround and attack Ultraman's clone. But Orin Vale remained calm and composed, his figure moving as if taking a leisurely stroll, effortlessly weaving between the demons' storm of afterimages and sharp claws. Streaks of lightning coiled around their bodies.
Tisak roared, enduring the sharp pain in his chest as he pressed the attack. Rifts of black magic constantly tore through the air, and tyrannical magic power battered the space. Yet the Warrior of Light they surrounded maintained a relaxed posture, moving between them as if it took no effort at all.
Moreover, he wasn't even using his full strength; all three of them could tell.
Their opponent was completely at ease, effortlessly moving between their offensive and dismantling it. Perhaps it was because he'd finally found a punching bag that fought back and wanted to test the limits of his own ability, or perhaps it was a rare chance to encounter a demon's true form and he wanted to test the power of Trigon's Offspring to collect data.
Or perhaps, it was both.
But regardless, this fact was incredibly shocking and, for the demons, utterly terrifying.
Even if Shazam, the guardian of the dimension, were here, he would have long since fallen if ganged up on by the three of them in his normal state, without entering a Power Burst.
Yet this guy was fighting one against three, and not only could they not even touch a hair on his head, but he even had the leisure to test them and collect data!
Just what kind of Monster was this!?
"I said so, I told you so..."
Belial continued to attack mechanically, his face a mask of misery.
"I told you we shouldn't have provoked him, but you just wouldn't listen to me. You just kept mocking me, on and on..."
After a few rounds, Orin Vale had almost finished observing the data he needed.
Overall, these demons weren't weak. They not only had formidable base attributes but also possessed numerous magical abilities. If their Main Body could be brought into the main World, they could truly cause significant trouble.
Of course, 'strong' was relative. To the current him, they weren't much of a threat.
What Orin Vale was more concerned about was collecting data on the unique magical abilities of Trigon's Offspring, which might be helpful when facing Trigon's true form in the future. Although Trigon's abilities were on a completely different scale from these worthless sons of his, their powers shared the same source, so there might be some reference value.
However, after just these few exchanges, he had collected about enough.
His observation complete, Orin Vale suddenly struck. A blurry afterimage shot out from the demons' encirclement. The afterimage cut through like a fierce thunderbolt, its right palm seizing Belial by the face.
What else could be said? After all, he was most familiar with this one.
He just felt that Belial's face had a certain indescribable affinity to it, making one want to target it first.
Belial was utterly horrified. But even in its demon true form, at such speeds, it could only barely see an afterimage of the movement. Reacting was completely out of the question.
Orin Vale grabbed its head, delivered a fierce knee strike, and an energy aura exploded. The blow snapped Belial's head back, and its body began to spin uncontrollably in mid-air.
The other two demons, seizing the opportunity while their teammate drew firepower, roared and attacked from the left and right.
Orin Vale's Thought Acceleration kicked in, the corners of his eyes glancing to both sides. He saw Saraka's mouth slowly open, as if a tyrannical black flame was brewing within the demon's maw. In the opposite direction, an electric current was gathering at Tisak's fingertips. A magic circle inscribed with complex script was rotating at a snail's pace in slow motion, like some kind of precise mechanical structure, pushing a dark current toward him, bit by bit.
Belial spun slowly in mid-air, its mouth wide open. Its scream was stretched out in the slowed time-space, its long, pointed tongue flailing about in its mouth along with the lengthy shriek.
Orin Vale had ample time to respond.
He extended both palms, activating his telekinesis. Amplified by the Speed Force, it manifested as faint blue lightning, extending to the left and right to capture the figures of the two demons.
With a hook of his left palm and a pull of his right hand, the demons' offensive was deftly redirected. He then shrank back, lightly drifting seven or eight meters away.
The next instant, Belial landed face-first with a scream, completing an incredibly flashy 5.0-difficulty rotation. A blast of black flame from Saraka exploded in Tisak's face, and Tisak's lightning sent Saraka flying far into the distance.
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(end of chapter)
Six hundred years was but a fleeting moment for an Ultraman. It passed in the blink of an eye, a 'whoosh', and it was gone, leaving memories as fresh as yesterday.
And now, Orin Vale had about six hundred years to break the demons' barrier and stop them from consuming the light. Otherwise, he would be in danger.
No, it was his clone that would be in danger.
Meanwhile, the demon trio's barrier had been formed for less than a second when Belial already had a bad feeling.
Or to be more precise, nothing had felt right from before the fight even started.
"Say, do you guys feel like this barrier of ours is completely useless against him?" Belial communicated via telepathy, a message that only took an instant's thought to convey.
"Nonsense, impossible," Tisak said confidently. "This is no longer his territory. It's our home turf, our true forms are here, and this is Meirisaac's Absolute Barrier."
"Even a member of the Divine Race would be instantly paralyzed and unable to move within this barrier. How could he—"
Tisak never got to finish his sentence.
Telepathic communication was fast, but the opponent's actions were even faster.
He had only gotten halfway through his sentence when an afterimage within the barrier, trailing a streak of lightning, flickered before him.
The afterimage threw an ordinary-looking punch.
The barrier shattered.
Like a mirror smashed to dust by a boulder, countless transparent fragments flew in all directions. A shockwave carrying the magical fragments spread out. The tyrannical fist's power, its momentum undiminished after punching through the barrier, sent Tisak flying backward from the aftershock.
Saraka was dumbfounded. "It... it really broke..."
That was a barrier that not even a god could escape!
Did this guy have no limits?
The next moment, the afterimage flashed before it. The demon was startled, barely managing to cross its arms to protect its face before the heavy punch, crackling with electric light, landed. The instant the mach punch connected, the demon could hardly feel its own arms. Its body began to fly backward uncontrollably, crashing through boulders and obstacles with a series of booms until it was out of sight.
"I knew it, I knew it..." Belial's lips trembled incessantly.
"Stop muttering and attack together!"
Tisak, who had been sent flying by the aftershock first, roared and spread his wings, flying back at full speed. A demon's true form wasn't slow, and with the power of the dimension amplifying it, its attributes panel could probably even compete with Shazam or Black Adam.
Of course, when it came to speed, the invincible Speed Force had never submitted to anyone.
Tisak executed an eagle dive, swooping in with both claws forward. But Orin Vale's figure simply shifted several meters to the side, causing the demon's claws to grasp at empty air.
Tisak roared. Without pausing, he spun around, his sharp claws dragging rifts of black magic that tore through space as they swiped. Orin Vale dodged to the side, his left palm striking the wrist of the demon's black claw with precision, knocking it aside with a transparent ripple of impact. Orin Vale stepped forward, using the opening to close in, and delivered a light elbow strike. A milky-white shockwave erupted on the demon's chest, and it grunted in pain, stumbling back two steps.
At this moment, Belial on the side finally mustered his courage. With a tragic expression that screamed 'I'll risk it all!', he roared and charged forward.
Saraka also unfurled his fallen angel-like wings and flew back at full speed. With a powerful flap of his wings, he broke the sound barrier almost instantly upon takeoff.
The two demons advanced together, using every trick in the book to surround and attack Ultraman's clone. But Orin Vale remained calm and composed, his figure moving as if taking a leisurely stroll, effortlessly weaving between the demons' storm of afterimages and sharp claws. Streaks of lightning coiled around their bodies.
Tisak roared, enduring the sharp pain in his chest as he pressed the attack. Rifts of black magic constantly tore through the air, and tyrannical magic power battered the space. Yet the Warrior of Light they surrounded maintained a relaxed posture, moving between them as if it took no effort at all.
Moreover, he wasn't even using his full strength; all three of them could tell.
Their opponent was completely at ease, effortlessly moving between their offensive and dismantling it. Perhaps it was because he'd finally found a punching bag that fought back and wanted to test the limits of his own ability, or perhaps it was a rare chance to encounter a demon's true form and he wanted to test the power of Trigon's Offspring to collect data.
Or perhaps, it was both.
But regardless, this fact was incredibly shocking and, for the demons, utterly terrifying.
Even if Shazam, the guardian of the dimension, were here, he would have long since fallen if ganged up on by the three of them in his normal state, without entering a Power Burst.
Yet this guy was fighting one against three, and not only could they not even touch a hair on his head, but he even had the leisure to test them and collect data!
Just what kind of Monster was this!?
"I said so, I told you so..."
Belial continued to attack mechanically, his face a mask of misery.
"I told you we shouldn't have provoked him, but you just wouldn't listen to me. You just kept mocking me, on and on..."
After a few rounds, Orin Vale had almost finished observing the data he needed.
Overall, these demons weren't weak. They not only had formidable base attributes but also possessed numerous magical abilities. If their Main Body could be brought into the main World, they could truly cause significant trouble.
Of course, 'strong' was relative. To the current him, they weren't much of a threat.
What Orin Vale was more concerned about was collecting data on the unique magical abilities of Trigon's Offspring, which might be helpful when facing Trigon's true form in the future. Although Trigon's abilities were on a completely different scale from these worthless sons of his, their powers shared the same source, so there might be some reference value.
However, after just these few exchanges, he had collected about enough.
His observation complete, Orin Vale suddenly struck. A blurry afterimage shot out from the demons' encirclement. The afterimage cut through like a fierce thunderbolt, its right palm seizing Belial by the face.
What else could be said? After all, he was most familiar with this one.
He just felt that Belial's face had a certain indescribable affinity to it, making one want to target it first.
Belial was utterly horrified. But even in its demon true form, at such speeds, it could only barely see an afterimage of the movement. Reacting was completely out of the question.
Orin Vale grabbed its head, delivered a fierce knee strike, and an energy aura exploded. The blow snapped Belial's head back, and its body began to spin uncontrollably in mid-air.
The other two demons, seizing the opportunity while their teammate drew firepower, roared and attacked from the left and right.
Orin Vale's Thought Acceleration kicked in, the corners of his eyes glancing to both sides. He saw Saraka's mouth slowly open, as if a tyrannical black flame was brewing within the demon's maw. In the opposite direction, an electric current was gathering at Tisak's fingertips. A magic circle inscribed with complex script was rotating at a snail's pace in slow motion, like some kind of precise mechanical structure, pushing a dark current toward him, bit by bit.
Belial spun slowly in mid-air, its mouth wide open. Its scream was stretched out in the slowed time-space, its long, pointed tongue flailing about in its mouth along with the lengthy shriek.
Orin Vale had ample time to respond.
He extended both palms, activating his telekinesis. Amplified by the Speed Force, it manifested as faint blue lightning, extending to the left and right to capture the figures of the two demons.
With a hook of his left palm and a pull of his right hand, the demons' offensive was deftly redirected. He then shrank back, lightly drifting seven or eight meters away.
The next instant, Belial landed face-first with a scream, completing an incredibly flashy 5.0-difficulty rotation. A blast of black flame from Saraka exploded in Tisak's face, and Tisak's lightning sent Saraka flying far into the distance.
Thrashing My Teammate.JPG.
(end of chapter)
