ZUBREL vs NAZZARES


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    "I will kill you..!"


    "Kill me? Hahahahaha...! So, he was your father? I should have burned him earlier. No, cut him to pieces," said the Raksha mockingly.


    With a shattered heart and a mind full of rage, Nazzares lunged forward, striking the Raksha’s face with lightning speed.


    BLAMM!


    "ARRRGGHHH!" screamed the Raksha as he was sent flying deep into the Blora forest, crashing through trees and rocks. Each impact left a path of destruction, marking his violent trajectory.


    BLAMM! DUAARRR!


    "DAMN YOU, BRAT...!" the Raksha roared angrily, cursing the brutal punch he had just received.


    However, Nazzares was already behind him in an instant. Just as the Raksha stopped from his forced flight, still in a kneeling position...


    FLASSSHH!


    With his right fist enveloped in mystical energy, Nazzares'' hand surged with an extraordinary force.


    WUSSS WUSSS – The sound of overflowing energy.


    That powerful punch struck the back of the Raksha’s head while he was still kneeling from the previous attack.


    "AAAAAAA... DIE!" Nazzares shouted fiercely, tears streaming down his face, blending with his unstoppable power.


    BLAMM!


    The Raksha collapsed, his body forced into an unnatural position by the sheer force of the blow. His face slammed into his own knees, causing blood to spurt from his mouth.


    DUGGHH! BLAARRR!


    The ground around the Raksha caved in, forming a massive crater due to the sheer pressure of the attack.


    Nazzares stood tall, ready to deliver the final blow. He coated his fist with that nameless mystical technique, energy surging violently from within him. The surroundings trembled violently, rocks and trees lifting into the air under the weight of the mystical aura.


    But as he prepared, suddenly, purple flames erupted from within the Raksha''s body, triggering a massive explosion.


    BOOMMMM!


    The explosion set the surrounding trees ablaze, turning the entire area into a sea of fire. Amidst the raging purple flames, the Raksha stood tall, unscathed, a mocking smile on his face as he looked at Nazzares.


    "HO... I''m impressed. Even with flames that strong, you haven''t moved an inch from your position," the Raksha sneered, savoring his power.


    "WHAT''S WITH THAT LOOK?" Zubrel growled, irritated, and immediately launched a counterattack. He enveloped his fists in purple fire and, without another word, swung them at Nazzares.


    BLARRR!


    The blazing fire scattered wildly upon striking Nazzares, but Nazzares had already activated an invisible barrier, deflecting the fiery attack before it could reach him.


    BLAMMM!


    In a flash, Nazzares struck the Raksha’s stomach with full force, sending him flying once more.


    "ARRGGGHHHH! DAMN YOU!" The Raksha screamed in agony from the devastating punch. But he quickly regained his balance and said, "Come forward," his voice deep and guttural, like a wild beast. "I will burn you to ashes!"


    Zubrel leaped like lightning, hurling a purple fireball at Nazzares. The ball shot forward with deadly speed, incinerating everything in its path. The trees behind Nazzares collapsed, instantly turning to charcoal.


    Yet Nazzares merely lifted his left hand slightly. The fireball stopped mid-air, hovering several meters in front of him, then slowly spun as if held by an unseen force. With a flick of his fingers, he hurled it back at Zubrel.


    Zubrel dodged with a swift sidestep, but the fireball pursued him relentlessly. "You''re playing with your life, brat!" he roared. Slamming his fist into the ground, he created an explosion of fire, shattering the earth around him. Debris and stones flew in every direction, yet Nazzares stood unmoved.Stolen novel; please report.


    From Nazzares'' fingertips, the air itself seemed to sharpen into deadly weapons. Tree branches snapped, lifted, then shot toward Zubrel like arrows. Some pierced his tough skin, causing thick black blood to seep out.


    "I WILL TEAR YOU APART!" Zubrel bellowed. He slapped his chest, searing his wounds with purple flames to stop the bleeding, then charged again. He created a wall of fire, encircling Nazzares, trapping him.


    Nazzares did not move. With a single flick of his hand, the entire fire wall crumbled, vanishing like a candle blown out.


    Zubrel growled in frustration. Gathering all his strength, he unleashed an enormous surge of purple flames that licked the sky like a dragon. The ground cracked, trees fell, and the sky darkened to a deep blue-black.


    Nazzares raised both hands this time. In an instant, Zubrel''s body lifted off the ground. The Raksha struggled, slashing his claws and spewing fire, but he kept rising higher and higher.


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    Meanwhile, where Kandhita was...


    Zares had hidden Kandhita, along with women and children, on the outskirts of the village. Now, they were blocked by a low-level Raksha. The children began to cry in fear, exhausted from running. Some of them were injured, leaving no way for them to escape further.


    "What now? They can’t run anymore..." Kandhita thought to herself.


    Moreover, the men were all fighting alongside the soldiers against the Rakshas. Now, she was the only one left capable of moving.


    "Everyone, hide! I will distract it!" Kandhita instructed the people around her.


    "No, sister, don''t go!" her younger brother, Samsul, protested, trying to stop her.


    "Hey, don''t worry. I will be back," Kandhita assured him before kissing his forehead.


    "Hurry and hide with mother."


    Kandhita sprinted at full speed, leading the Raksha away. The creature chased after her, crawling and leaping between the trees. With the sword Zares had given her, she prepared to fight.


    However, the Raksha was too fast for an ordinary human like Kandhita. She was sent flying from a single strike, her left thigh slashed. The wound prevented her from running, even standing became difficult.


    She held back her tears from the pain, but with determination—"Aaaaaaaa!"—Kandhita gripped the Abhiseka Sword tightly and swung it forward.


    SLAASSHH!


    The powerful slash cut through the Raksha, slicing it in two. Its body slowly disintegrated into ashes.


    Kandhita was also thrown backward, crashing into a tree, injuring her back from the recoil of the sword’s power.


    She struggled to stand, grabbed Zares’ sword, and tore a piece of her skirt to bandage her thigh, preventing the wound from widening and stopping the bleeding.


    Taking out a healing potion tied around her waist, she poured it over her wound.


    "Mmmhhhkkkss!" She bit back a cry from the pain. Then, using mystical healing energy, she tried to halt the bleeding. But before she realized it, she was too exhausted—


    She fainted.


    #Flashback


    "I’m giving you my sword. I have embedded my technique into it… You only need to slash forward if a Raksha stands before you," Zares had said, handing his sword to Kandhita for protection.


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    Back to the final battle between Nazzares and Zubrel...


    The battle between Nazzares and Zubrel, the high-level Raksha, raged on. Their strength and speed were evenly matched, each blow shaking the battlefield.


    Suddenly, a portal appeared—Zubrel’s time in this realm, the Bhumi Dimension, was running out.


    "Damn... my time’s up..." Zubrel muttered in frustration, unwilling to end such an enjoyable battle.


    "You got lucky, you damn human… because my time has—ARRRRGHHH!"


    However, before Zubrel could finish his words, Nazzares struck his chest with lightning speed.


    BLAM! The punch pierced through Zubrel’s body, tearing through his back from the inside.


    "ARRGGHHH!" Zubrel screamed, blood spurting from his mouth as his body was flung backward. But before he could be thrown too far, Nazzares halted his momentum using his mystical technique, forcefully seizing his body in mid-air.


    BAAMM!


    A powerful explosion of energy erupted, violently twisting Zubrel’s body backward. His bones shattered, and some parts of his body even protruded outward.


    KRAKK!


    Blood gushed from Zubrel’s body. Nazzares continued his assault by yanking his hand out of Zubrel’s torso.


    KREEEK! Then, he twisted Zubrel’s head with immense force.


    CRAAACK! The sickening sound of breaking bones filled the air.


    SRRRAKK! Zubrel’s mouth tore open as Nazzares ripped both of his legs apart with overwhelming strength. With a single movement, he clawed into Zubrel’s stomach, tearing it open as blood spilled endlessly.


    Despite the excruciating agony, Zubrel managed to choke out his words, "T-This kid..! What kind of power is this?!"


    "UAAARRGGHH!!" Nazzares let out a furious roar, his blind rage fueling his relentless assault, reducing Zubrel’s already broken body to an unrecognizable mess.


    Suddenly, as Nazzares was still fixated on Zubrel’s nearly lifeless form, a massive hand emerged from within a portal. The giant hand struck Nazzares with incredible speed, sending him flying toward the village.


    DUUUGHSSSS!


    The enormous hand swiftly grabbed Zubrel’s defeated body and pulled him into the portal.


    "JUST YOU WAIT! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!" Zubrel growled with eyes burning with hatred as he was slowly dragged into the portal by the gigantic hand.


    "REMEMBER THIS, YOU LOWLY CREATURE!" he spat, his gaze filled with malice.


    Nazzares, having been struck so suddenly without any chance to react, felt his consciousness slipping away. His vision blurred as tears streamed down his face.


    Once again, he was forced to witness the sight he despised the most—the lifeless body of his father lying on the ground.


    With slow steps, Nazzares approached the corpse.


    "Tap... tap... tap... tap..."


    His footsteps echoed through the eerie silence.


    As he got closer, he stopped and knelt beside his father’s body. No words came out—only the sound of his quiet sobs breaking the silence.


    "F-FATHER...!" Nazzares screamed in his heart, but no sound escaped his lips. His cries remained trapped in his chest, suffocating him with grief. Tears continued to fall, drowning him in unbearable sorrow.


    "AAAAAAAAA..."


    His voice, growing hoarse and weak, carried the weight of his devastation.


    To be continued...