"Haha! You're dead! Fucking dead! Hear me? You're done. All of you! You're all dead! The Commander will definitely-"
"Shut up, Boa! Time to leave, come on!!" Another Soldier shouted as he pulled his comrade away.
"Dead! The three of you! For messing with Sloth's strongest..."
The white-scaled Monster stared at the Soldiers moving away.
'Running away... From her?'
The corners of its lips curled.
Mark did not exactly know why, but he didn't like the fact that such events had brought a smile to his face, no matter how slight that smile was.
The Commander, who had remained silent and trembling, let her shoulders drop as her eyes rolled back.
A Beast's roar exited her mouth, tearing through the air and sending reverberation to travel through the bodies of all those present.
"Mark!" Elisa shouted.
But before he could even realize what had happened, the Commander was right in front of him. Fist pulled back, and feet off the ground.
No need to circle around. No need for deviation.
The Commander had moved in a straight line towards its target. The shortest route.
Because she had the strength to move and fight this way.
No detours. No feints. No tricks. No tactics.
She had the strength to make all those things become absolutely useless and obsolete.
Mana Barrier-
Ice Manipulation-
Earth Manipulation-
No matter how many layers separated her from the target,
BAM-
She had the strength to break through every single one of them.
At once.
With one hit. Using her right fist and her right fist only.
The strength to blow through any barrier. Any obstacle.
Using her fist only.
The strength to need nothing more than her body.
The strength that allowed her to break through the chains of her past.
The strength that allows her to use her body. To showcase her body.
Strength that allowed her freedom.
As a fist fueled by such strength moved towards the white-scaled Monster's stomach, it smiled.
Chances of winning-
Zero-
Still, Mark smiled.
Realistically, there are zero chances of me winning against her-
Still, he smiled.
The Devourer was feeling rather gluttonous.
Crack-
The ground split as her feet landed on it.
The Commander breathed in, and punched the Monster's stomach.
It was a strange emotion that Mark felt as he was blown into the air.
It didn't really hurt.
He had never taken a hit that carried such strength. And yet, it didn't hurt.
His body was blown about ten meters off the ground.
But it felt as if he had remained hanging in the air for a long, long time.
The instant her fist had come into contact with his stomach, everything had gone dark for a second.
Fist?
Was it really a fist that hit him?
Mark himself wasn't sure.
It didn't feel like a fist, no. Too different.
What did it feel like then?
An explosion.
Like the Fire Spirit explosions? Those he had made to rain the villages of Elves inside the Dungeon?
Something like that. Only much concentrated and potent.
Then... What?
Lightning. It felt like being hit by lightning. But not the feeble kind of Lightning Magic certain Monster could use, no. True lightning.
Even though his stomach was the targeted body part, it felt like the attack had traveled and reached every corner of his body. Like lightning.
But now, it was gone.
No pain. Had he used his "Advanced Body Reconstruction" right after being hit? Mark did not know. He did not remember doing so at least.
Had the hit simply blown him away? Or had it blasted a hole through his stomach? Mark wasn't sure.
He didn't care either.
As it hung in the air for what felt like an eternity, the white-scaled Monster did not care.
It smiled.
The strongest fist he had ever been hit with previously.
Zephyr's fist.
An explosion.
Lightning.
Zephyr's fist.
An explosion. Lightning. Zephyr's fist.
All of them combined.
It had felt like being hit by all of them at once.
All of them at once.
For a fleeting instant. A fleeting moment.
Hit by the strongest.
Mark had just been hit by the strongest.
What a great feeling it was.
The way she roared.
The way she moved.
It was completely different.
Completely lacking in grace and elegance.
The total opposite of Elisa.
Rough and beastly. Hurriedly and almost impatiently.
As if time was running out.
No time to waste hiding, aiming for limbs, or anything of the sort.
Aim for their stomachs. Their heads. Their hearts.
Mark didn't dislike this approach either.
Elisa, Ani. Elisa, Ani.
Zephyr's fist, an explosion, lightning.
The three at once.
Getting hit by the combination of the three felt...
How would it feel to Devour it?
To Devour the three at once? Combined?
How would it taste? Would it taste familiar? Would the combination give rise to a new, foreign, and unknown taste? Mark did not know.
As his body slowly spun 145 degrees, he did not know.
As he landed on his feet and hands, he did not know.
One thing was certain.
The white-scaled Monster was very curious about it.
The backwards momentum made the claws at the tips of his fingers and toes sink into the ground as he drifted.
Mark remained unmoving for a bit and stared at the Commander.
A purple Aura started oozing out of his body.
He remained on all fours, as he stared down the enemy.
Despite a body covered by scales, his tail, which swayed from right to left lazily, gave the impression that he was more Feline than Reptile.
And the smile on his face... Well, is there even a need to describe it?
That smile was enough to make Elisa wince internally.
The ugliness, the gluttony, the madness.
They could all be read on the Monster's face. It was the kind of smile that said too much. The kind of smile that one would normally try to hide or fight against.
The two faced one another, but neither moved.
Elisa thought about interfering.
She didn't.
The white-scaled Monster opened its mouth, and drool started dripping on the ground.
Elisa thought she would definitely tease him about it later.
But for now,
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