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Chapter 275 Fall—Divine Darkness Infernum.

The atmosphere was dense with tension, every breath in the arena a weight that pressed against their chests. The hulking figure of the Guardian loomed like an unyielding mountain, its dark energy rippling in anticipation. Pyris Obsidian stood tall, despite the blood staining his lips and the tremor in his limbs.

His dragon blood with a hint of gold burned within him, his aura flaring with raw intensity.

The battle craziness in his eyes danced like wildfire, a reflection of his indomitable spirit. There was no fear, no hesitation—only purpose.

The Guardian moved first, its hulking form deceptively fast as it lunged at Pyris, its dark aura trailing like ominous smoke. Pyris matched its speed with his own, lightning-infused energy crackling around him.

Their first exchange was a blur of motion and power.

The Guardian struck with a massive swing of its fist, dark energy coiling around its arm. Pyris ducked beneath the blow, his superspeed allowing him to evade just in time. In retaliation, he launched a devastating kick infused with lightning, the sheer force of it sending shockwaves through the arena. The Guardian staggered but quickly regained its footing, its aura sharper now, more dangerous.

Pyris smirked—he had managed to push it back further than expected.

The two clashed again, Pyris weaving between strikes like a streak of lightning and superspeed, landing earth-shaking blows with his elemental-infused strikes. Each hit caused fissures in the ground, the sheer energy lighting up the battlefield.

The Guardian retaliated, swinging with precision, its dark and golden energy pulsating dangerously. Pyris dodged and countered, sending a massive lightning bolt crashing into the Guardian's side. The resulting explosion sent debris flying in all directions, but when the dust settled, the Guardian stood firm, its ominous presence undeterred.

The tension escalated as Pyris felt the shift in its aura. This wasn't just a battle anymore—it was a duel of dominance. The Guardian's eyes seemed to glow beneath its hood as it delivered a series of devastating punches, each one coated with an ominous black energy that made the air vibrate with danger.

Pyris blurred with superspeed, evading the first punch narrowly. He could feel the raw power behind it, a power that could obliterate anything in its path. The second punch followed immediately, and Pyris dodged again, his movements a testament to his unmatched agility the third too. But the fourth punch came too fast, faster than even he had anticipated. It connected with his chest, a dark energy exploding upon impact.

Pyris was sent flying like a ragdoll, his body slamming into the ground with enough force to crack it. He coughed up blood, his breath stolen from him as he gasped for air. The pain was immense, his chest feeling as if it had been crushed. For a moment, he lay there, struggling to breathe, his vision blurring.

The Guardian loomed over him, its presence like the shadow of death itself.

But Pyris wasn't done yet. Through sheer willpower, he forced himself to his feet, his legs trembling beneath him. His dragon blood burned brighter, healing his injuries as his life energy surged.

He wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes locked on the Guardian with renewed determination.

"This isn't over," Pyris growled, his voice filled with defiance. He had a plan, and now was the time to execute it.

The arena trembled as Pyris and the Guardian resumed their battle. Pyris unleashed a flurry of attacks, combining his lightning and earth and his other elements elements in devastating tandem. Pillars of earth erupted beneath the Guardian, attempting to trap it, while bolts of lightning struck from above. The Guardian countered with dark stream of dark and divine energy blasts that tore through the air, each one capable of annihilating entire armies. The clash was cataclysmic, the sheer force of their attacks shaking the very foundation of the arena.

Pyris was relentless, but he knew the Guardian was adapting. Its movements were becoming sharper, more precise. It was learning his patterns, countering his strategies. He couldn't afford to drag this out.

He needed to end it—now.

The Guardian charged at him, its fists glowing with dark energy. Pyris stood his ground, allowing it to come closer. To an outsider, it looked like madness, as if he had resigned himself to defeat. The Guardian's first punch came down like a hammer, and Pyris dodged it by a hair's breadth. The second punch followed immediately, grazing his shoulder and sending a jolt of pain through his body. The third punch was the most devastating, aimed directly at his head. Pyris blocked it with both arms, the impact sending him skidding backward.

He fell to one knee, blood dripping from his arms. The Guardian loomed over him, ready to deliver the final blow. Pyris smirked through the pain. This was exactly where he wanted it.

The Guardian raised its fist it's guard almost down for his challenger was only a blink away from his fated end, divine energy coiling around it like a serpent. But before it could strike, Pyris moved. Time seemed to slow as he activated his trump card—a fusion of time and void magic. The world around them warped, the colors bleeding together as if reality itself were being bent.

Pyris disappeared in an instant, reappearing directly behind the Guardian. His hands glowed with a dark, pulsating energy—a concentrated void attack aimed directly at the Guardian's weak spot with every ounce of his mana. He went all out.

The Guardian turned, but it was too late, the time element had slowed down it's movements thanks to so much mana.

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Pyris jumped and plunged the attack into the back of its neck, the concentrated void energy tearing through its defenses.

The Guardian froze, its massive body trembling. The arena went silent as a crack appeared in its form, spreading like a spiderweb. Pyris stepped back, his breathing heavy, his body barely holding on.

He fell on his knees...

The Guardian's divine energy began to disintegrate, its dark energy too dissipating into the air. It let out a final, guttural roar before collapsing to the ground. The impact shook the arena, dust and debris filling the air.

The Void had erased life out of it!

And then there was silence.

Pyris stood there on his knees, his body battered and bruised, but his spirit unbroken. The Guardian lay motionless, its massive form lifeless. For a moment, no one moved, the weight of what had just happened sinking in.

Pyris turned to the others, a faint smirk on his bloodied face. He had done it. He had used himself as bait, luring the Guardian into a position where he could deliver the killing blow.

It had been a gamble, but one that had paid off.

All of this, all he had to do was tire the guardian while keeping more and more of his mana and not waste it through the fight just for this one last calculated attack.

As the weight of the situation settled, the reality of their victory began to sink in. But Pyris knew this was only the beginning.

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