"One Hundred Slashes!"


    Egon Everett’s first attack unleashed a flurry of devastating sword strikes, instantly slicing through the hordes of monstrous enemies. Their grotesque bodies shattered into pieces, unable to withstand the sheer force of his technique.


    But the Abyssal Monsters retaliated.


    (A scene of horrifying creatures launching a relentless assault—some breathing fire, others attacking with razor-sharp claws, fangs, wings, and deadly kicks lined with thorns.)


    Egon, however, dodged every attack effortlessly, his movements a blur of speed and precision.


    "Shadow Swordsman Step!"


    He vanished and reappeared between attacks, each step leaving only flickering afterimages in his wake.


    "Light that dispels the darkness, granting strength to all who stand in its glow—Enhancing Light!"


    Eleanor Everett’s voice rang out like a divine hymn. As her enchantment activated, Egon felt a surge of overwhelming power coursing through him. His stats skyrocketed:


    <ul>


    <li>Strength: 3000 → 6000</li>


    <li>Endurance: 500 → 1500</li>


    <li>Speed: 1550 → 1650</li>


    <li>Magic: 100 → 200</li>


    <li>Energy: 1000 → 1100</li>


    <li>Spirit: 10,000</li>


    </ul>


    A grin formed on Egon’s lips.


    "Thousand Strikes."


    His blade flashed. The air trembled.


    Dozens of monsters were obliterated in an instant—including the formidable B-Class abominations.


    "Serious Piercing."


    His relentless assault continued, tearing through the Pseudo-A-Class monsters with pinpoint precision.


    Only five A-Class monsters remained, along with a single colossal S-Class being—an Abyssal Dragonic Stage Disaster.


    The air grew thick with ominous energy.


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    (Visual: The five remaining Abyssal monsters standing amidst the wreckage, their malevolent auras intensifying. Lightning crackled around one of them as if the atmosphere itself feared his presence.)


    "Of all the pathetic humans we''ve faced, these two... they feel different," one of the monsters growled, electricity arcing through his body.


    "Kilt, don’t tell me the strongest among us is actually afraid?" another sneered, eyes gleaming with mockery.


    "Do not underestimate them. I’ll end this quickly with my strongest attack."


    (An eerie smirk spread across Kewa’s monstrous face. He, too, was an Abyssal monster.)


    "Demonic Thun—"


    Before Kilt could finish, a monstrous fist suddenly hurtled forward.


    BOOM!


    It was Buck, the humongous S-Class entity. His punch alone sent shockwaves through the battlefield.


    "One of them is already dead."


    But when the dust settled—


    His arm was destroyed.


    The five Abyssal monsters froze in shock.


    Standing in front of Buck, completely unharmed, was Egon. His sword still hummed with power.


    "Earthly Heavy Sword."


    He had countered in an instant. If it had been any of the smaller monsters who rushed in first, they would have been erased from existence.


    "Good thing Buck took the hit," Kilt thought, his mind racing. "His vitality is the highest among us. If it had been me, I''d already be dead."


    He clenched his fists.


    "This is our only chance. Attack!"


    The remaining Abyssal monsters lunged.


    "Demonic Thunder Strike!"


    A spear of pure black lightning crashed toward Egon. The air hissed as reality itself seemed to tremble.


    The other four monsters moved in unison, unleashing devastating blows.


    But—


    "Light that cleanses all doubt. Bestowed by the Supreme Sage—Shield of Light!"


    A radiant barrier engulfed Egon, reinforced by Eleanor’s divine magic. Kilt’s attack dissipated into nothing.


    The others pressed forward, unleashing a barrage of lethal techniques.


    Yet, Egon was untouchable.


    Flash Steps. Wind Slash. Heavy Sword. Sky Piercing.


    One by one, his sword found its mark, slicing through the Abyssal warriors with flawless execution. The battlefield trembled under the weight of their clash.


    And then—


    "HAHAHAHA!"


    Kilt’s ominous laughter echoed through the battlefield.


    He staggered forward, bloodied and broken. His right arm was gone, his body riddled with wounds. He could barely stand.


    He glared at Kewa, his voice dripping with fury.


    "Because of your arrogance... we''ve lost."


    But just as Egon and Eleanor prepared to deliver the final blow—


    The ground shook.


    Buck—the S-Class monstrosity—was standing once more.


    His body pulsed with energy. His wounds had completely healed.


    "Impossible..."


    Even the Abyssal monsters froze.


    Buck’s regeneration was beyond comprehension.


    And now, it was Egon and Eleanor vs. the ultimate S-Class Abyssal beast.


    Would even the strongest heroes survive?


    (Visual: A final panel showing Egon and Eleanor, battle-ready, facing Buck—whose overwhelming presence dwarfs them. The tension is palpable, as if the entire world is holding its breath.