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While those in the arena could only watch through screens, the real chaos was erupting at Samudō itself.

The young Demon Lord swung his Greatsword Loki desperately across the battlefield as Ancient Heroic Spirits' light cannons flew in every direction. Battle aura erupted from his body like a Super Saiyan's, each sword strike releasing a thick black energy wave that killed a Heroic Spirit.

One slash, one kill—like cutting through vegetables.

But even blades had durability. No matter how easily they sliced through vegetables, cutting too much would still dull the edge.

Let alone when it was a person doing the cutting.

At least after this continuous all-out assault, Leohart's breathing quickly grew labored.

SLASH—!

Another thick torrent of black magical energy erupted with his sword swing, accurately striking an Ancient Heroic Spirit's head and instantly finishing it off.

Having barely earned himself a moment to breathe, Leohart spun around to look at the figure confronting the King of Heroic Spirits in the sky above, shouting frantically:

"WHY ISN'T THAT THING DEAD YET?? DIDN'T YOU ONE-SHOT IT EARLIER??"

"It's not about whether I can kill it..."

Bokue Keikain glanced over and scratched his head.

Without question, this so-called King of Heroic Spirits was no different from that Zolgear from before—just another roadside pest.

But the problem was that when Zolgear died, he stayed dead. Head crushed, legs kicked, completely finished—no resurrection, no returning souls.

This King of Heroic Spirits was completely different.

This thing... COULD REVIVE.

When it first emerged from the summoning circle, Bokue had immediately slapped it to pieces from over a thousand meters away. But not even two seconds passed before it reassembled itself, and after five seconds it had completely restored itself.

Like playing GTA Online with network lag—no matter how much firepower you unleashed with explosions, missiles, orbital cannons, the moment the connection stuttered, the NPC you'd just headshotted would suddenly stand back up and casually pull out a pistol to start shooting at you like nothing happened.

It felt less like fighting some King of Heroic Spirits and more like fighting Deadpool—the causality-defying unkillable kind.

How were you supposed to fight this? The thing was literally the Legendary Unkillable King.

"Fine, I'll handle this guy—you deal with those Heroic Spirits!"

Leohart shouted while swinging his sword frantically.

His Greatsword Loki was already creating afterimages, but the Ancient Heroic Spirits surrounding him from all sides showed no signs of decreasing.

After all, he could only kill one Heroic Spirit per slash, and in the time it took to kill one, more would "answer the summons" from the sky. Calling it "dropping dumplings" would be putting it mildly—the reality was that Samudō now had more Ancient Heroic Spirits than Endermen in Minecraft's End dimension.

Like watching the Rumbling in person.

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"You'll handle him? That confident?"

Bokue raised an eyebrow slightly at the suggestion.

But Leohart was already charging forward with his Greatsword.

"Alright then..."

Bokue mentally shrugged.

Sometimes when people got desperate, they really did need to hit the wall before learning to turn back. Verbal persuasion was basically useless in comparison.

If that's what he wanted to do, let him.

He was Satan-Class anyway—surely he wouldn't get one-shotted immediately...

With that thought, Bokue's form instantly faded from the sky. When he reappeared, he stood surrounded by countless Ancient Heroic Spirits below.

ROOOAR—

Detecting a hostile target within attack range, the Ancient Heroic Spirits—who'd been searching for their next target after Leohart's departure—turned in perfect unison toward the youth who'd just appeared at their center, releasing low warning growls.

No, those weren't warnings—more accurately, they were the precursor to their attack.

Bokue floated serenely a hundred meters above the ground, surveying the numerous Ancient Heroic Spirits surrounding him, their eyes beginning to glow as they charged up magic capable of destroying entire cities. He merely smiled dismissively.

Then he brought his palms together before his chest, preparing to clasp them.

"Well then, let me handle things here for now—"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Before Bokue could finish clasping his hands, the Ancient Heroic Spirits that had finally found their target launched their attack.

From an aerial view, thousands of light beams suddenly appeared simultaneously across Samudō's surface, all converging at extreme speed toward a single point.

This was an attack from thousands of Ancient Heroic Spirits! Equivalent to the same number of High-Class Devils unleashing their full power simultaneously!

However—

"Boundless Quaking Zen."

The youth's words fell like a mallet striking a wooden fish. Facing the thousand light cannons surrounding him from every angle, he simply pressed his palms together gently.

The next moment, an invisible force erupted outward from Bokue like an Ultra Shinra Tensei, spreading rapidly in all directions.

Everything in its path was repelled—even the light cannons fired by thousands of Ancient Heroic Spirits were pushed back as if time itself had reversed, annihilating the Heroic Spirits along with everything else in their path.

When the force dissipated, not a single Ancient Heroic Spirit remained alive on Samudō's ground.

Good, that cleared the field for now.

Having finished his task, Bokue turned to look where the King of Heroic Spirits had been, seeing Leohart still locked in fierce combat with it in the sky.

Well, "Fierce" only described Leohart's side.

The young Demon Lord swung his sword with all his might, releasing a thick black energy cannon that struck the King of Heroic Spirits' shoulder, leaving a wound that honestly couldn't be called significant.

Before he could even recover his stance, the King's counterattack sent him flying like a comic relief character challenging a boss and getting turned into a shooting star—

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

Bokue laughed rather unkindly.

But laughing aside, work still needed doing.

The youth's form dissipated into the air again, reappearing beside Leohart.

"So, still want to keep sparring with it?"

"Ugh..."

Leohart didn't answer immediately, only using his Greatsword to support himself as he struggled to his feet.

Clearly that last hit hadn't been gentle.

"This thing... ITS REGENERATION IS TOO STRONG. No matter what damage it takes, it recovers completely."

"I know that too."

Bokue shrugged.

"Probably some kind of Soul power. Same with the summoned Ancient Heroic Spirits. I'm guessing it's a mechanism where damaged bodies get their souls recalled and redeployed into battle. Simply put, to kill it completely requires power that can directly destroy souls."

"—How do we do that?"

Leohart felt momentarily lost.

Swinging a sword to kill enemies was one thing, but souls were invisible and intangible—how could you cut them down?

"That's not your problem. I've got my own methods."

Bokue stated.

Without needing to call for it, he simply reached skyward.

A silver-white curved broadsword appeared in the youth's hand as if it had never left.

Bokue gripped the hilt in a reverse hold—looking up at the endless Heroic Spirit summoning circles once again forming overhead.

"Prepare to Enter Hell!!!"

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