From the distant rooftop, the red-skinned figure continued to silently observe the ongoing chaotic fight, his glowing crimson eyes narrowing sharply as he carefully analyzed every single move. The brutal battle between Amos and Boris was fierce, with each ferocious clash sending violent shockwaves rippling through the entire area.
Nearby buildings trembled violently, cobblestones cracked apart, and frightened citizens screamed as they ran desperately for cover.
At that intense moment, Amos swiftly dodged a powerful downward swing from Boris's massive sword, the gleaming silver blade barely missing his face by an inch. In immediate response, Amos unleashed a sudden barrage of black lightning, forcing Boris to leap backward with urgency.
The seasoned guild master twisted sharply mid-air, landing gracefully upon the fractured ground before charging forward again without hesitation. His sword shimmered with crackling energy as he slashed downward with immense force.
Amos grinned wickedly and caught the massive blade with his bare hand. Sparks flew wildly as black lightning crackled menacingly around his palm, completely neutralizing the devastating attack.
Amos smirked. "That all you got, young man?" he taunted confidently.
Boris gritted his teeth and pushed harder, forcing Amos to slide backward slightly. "I could ask you the exact same thing!" he retorted. Twisting his sword sharply, he broke free from Amos's firm grip before launching another powerful, decisive strike.
The impact created a massive shockwave, sending debris flying wildly in all directions. The stationed guards watching from a distance quickly shielded their faces from the swirling dust.
"This is getting way out of control!" one guard shouted nervously.
"Should we step in?" another hesitantly asked, his voice uncertain.
"Are both of you crazy? We'd be killed instantly!" a third guard snapped, shaking his head.
Meanwhile, the red-skinned figure chuckled darkly under his breath.
"Interesting. Both of them are strong… but reckless," he murmured, his sharp eyes observing the way Amos fought, how he clearly relished the chaotic battle, how his unpredictable lightning continuously shifted colors. His gaze narrowed suspiciously.
"That power… it's not normal."
Yes, he was completely certain. Lightning was always blue—so why was Amos's unnaturally black?
It was highly suspicious!
His gaze then flickered toward Boris, who stood his ground firmly despite the widespread destruction surrounding him.
"And Boris Fanum… he's holding back. Is he scared of completely destroying this district?"
Number Two had done his research extensively. It was the very first thing he meticulously did when he was officially assigned this important mission.
He had taken careful note of all the truly powerful experts in the Vermilion Kingdom and their respective combat classes.
Among all of them, Boris had stood out significantly.
He was one of the few people the secretive Order of the Flaming Rose was most cautious of.
However, so far, he was not living up to the high expectations, which only further confirmed that he was definitely holding back—probably because of the countless Awakened individuals and the densely populated district.
"Hmm, let's continue to carefully watch," he muttered, returning his sharp focus back to the chaotic fight.
Another violent collision sent destructive shockwaves rippling through the already devastated battlefield. The air crackled furiously with residual energy, and the fractured ground trembled under the sheer overwhelming force of their fierce battle.
Boris skidded backward, his sturdy boots grinding against the shattered cobblestone. His grip tightened firmly around his glowing sword, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly. He had fought countless difficult battles before, but this was completely different. Amos was utterly relentless—his brutal attacks, his rapid movements, his raw monstrous strength—it was like fighting a raging storm given physical form.
Meahwhike, Amos stood tall, his entire figure covered in flickering black lightning. His ominous eyes glowed eerily, and a twisted smirk tugged at his lips. "Come on, old man," he taunted mockingly, rolling his shoulders. "You're not done already, are you?"
Boris gritted his teeth angrily. "Tch, cocky bastard," he muttered under his breath, steadying himself once again. His sword pulsed intensely with energy, its silver radiance barely holding against Amos's strange, chaotic lightning.
Amos vanished instantly.
Boris's eyes widened. "Damn it—!"
A fist wreathed in crackling black lightning slammed brutally into his gut, sending him hurtling violently through the air. He crashed straight through a wooden wall, shattering it into countless splinters before rolling to an abrupt stop.
"Shit…" Boris groaned painfully, coughing as he struggled to push himself upright.
Amos chuckled, flexing his fingers. "You're not bad. I'll give you that," he mused, taking slow, deliberate steps toward his fallen opponent. "But this? This is barely even a proper warm-up."
Boris wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze darkening with resolve. He was running out of valuable time. The widespread damage was rapidly getting out of hand. He needed to end this battle now.
But before he could make a single move—
A powerful gust of turbulent wind tore violently through the battlefield, forcing Amos to halt abruptly mid-step. The pressure in the atmosphere changed drastically in an instant.
Boris's head snapped up just as a commanding voice rang through the thick air.
A figure descended gracefully from above, landing with elegance amidst the utter destruction.
Her long, flowing purple hair fluttered in the air her as she stood firmly between the two fighters, her piercing gaze locking onto them with intensity. Power radiated from her very being, and for the first time since the chaotic fight had begun, Amos's confident expression faltered slightly.
Another figure arrived just behind her. It was Nathan. His took in the entire scene and his lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line.
"What the hell is going on here?" Nathan demanded coldly, scanning the battlefield. "The entire district is practically destroyed!"
"Tsk, and they just spoiled the show," the red-skinned figure on the distant rooftop muttered irritably, shaking his head in both disappointment and frustration as he immediately recognized the two unexpected people who had suddenly arrived at the scene.
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