The crowd fell silent upon witnessing Amon's condition. His clothes were tattered from the impact of the attack. Clenching his teeth, he struggled to stand, his hands trembling.
Haha! Damien mocked him as he approached Amon. "See, this is how weak you are, trash. I was merely toying with you earlier." He grabbed Amon with one hand and taunted, "Now, ask me to apologize."
Amon hesitated before gritting his teeth and saying, "Apolog..." Before he could complete it, Damien smashed his body against the metal fence before throwing him toward the center. "Look at him, still acting tough. Let's see how long you can act like that."
The onlookers were getting bored as the fight was completely one-sided. Hairanyaksh watched the fight with his eyes constantly blinking. It was so dull if it was up to him. He could have gone to sleep.
Meanwhile, in the air, not far from the battleground.
"Melusina, don't forget what I told you before. You can't help him; let him deal with his problems alone," said the Gorgeous Fallen angel as she stopped Melusina.
"Even if you went there to help, Hiranyaksh would not let you interfere. Are you sure you want to fight against him?" she asked.
"How strong can he be? Even if he has some fame, He is just a kid in my eyes who has just passed his teenage life; I don't believe he will be able to hold me back," replied Melusina with confidence.
"He was able to fight someone at your level three years ago. Do you seriously believe he has not improved in those three years? Didn't you see the power he used when he first entered? That's the secret technique of Evilhorn."
"Even without it, you stand no chance against him; he is a battle freak. Who knows if he went Berserk and activated his bloodline? Even I would struggle to stop him in that state; also, don't forget the backlash we will face; I might need to give up on my dream of becoming the family head." She added.
*
Amon clenched his hand, his body shaking in anger. Regeneration started working, and his injuries started to heal; this time, he didn't charge mindlessly. He tried to fight with a different approach.
The battle continued, in which Amon just dodged the attacks. He fought with a different strategy, trying to tire out the mana and stamina of the opponent.
Although he hadn't inherited many abilities from his pure-blooded mother, his physical endurance and stamina were equal to those of others. His potent regeneration was what set him apart from other fallen angels.
The fight continued, his movements becoming more fluid, making it seem like a fight between a seasoned warrior and a novice. Despite Damien's strength, he struggled to inflict significant damage.
"You think running will save you?" Damien taunted, his eyes glowing spring green. His wings flapped rapidly, assisting his swift movements. He launched multiple attacks, forcing Amon back. His hand clapped again.
Amon moved back, thinking he would use 'Air Gust' again, but to his surprise, his index, middle fingers, and thumbs of both hands touched each other, creating a triangular shape. The wind element concentrated on the triangle before compressing into a ball of wind.
Damien aimed his attack before launching the 'Wind Blast.' The green-colored orb shot from his hand and moved at Amon like a Bullet.
Amon was caught off guard. He inflexibly brought his hands before him at the last moment to block the attack. 'Boom!' with a small explosion, he was shot multiple steps back.
The attack made his arms bleed. He gritted his teeth and struggled to stand. Damien didn't waste a second; he approached Amon and hit him with another 'Aerial Push' that threw him back, making him fall and cough blood again.
Looking at the condition of Amon, he said, "Look at you, aren't you quite thick-skinned? You wanted me to apologize. What happened now?"
He stomped Amon with multiple kicks. "A piece of trash wants me to apologize? I will say that to your face, Defiled Angel, what will you do, Looser? Go cry in your mom's embrace, and remember to never show your face to me again."
"You are born to serve others; becoming a slave is the best you can do." He laughed as he kicked him back and forth.
"Damien is going too far. Is it allowed to hit someone like that?" asked someone in the crowd.
"It is allowed; Amon can give up anytime if he wants to stop. Otherwise, Damien had the right to exert more force." replied another person.
"Why is he not willing to give up? I don't understand him. There is no way he can win," commented another person.
Amon clenched his hand. 'Why? Why am I so weak? Can I not even defeat someone like him?'
'From my childhood, I knew I was not as talented as others. I didn't inherit most abilities from my bloodline, but I was still happy spending most of my time with mother.'
'I hate to come out. Whenever I move out of my home, I realize how pathetic I am.' He said that as agony surged over his body and his eyes became misty. Even his regeneration was not able to keep up.
'No, I need to do something,' he said. Suddenly, darkness appeared before his eyes, and the next moment, he found himself in a different place.
He found himself training; he looked at his body. 'Whose body is this? I don't look like this.'
He said this as he looked at the tall, light-brown body filled with muscles. The figure took a deep breath, and a strange power surged inside his body. 'What is this power? It doesn't look like magic.'
The figure moved like a bolt and appeared before a large boulder. With one punch, cracks appeared on it, and it burst into pieces. 'Can I also use this?'
"Argh!" he screamed as a boot hit his face, making him bleed. He found himself in the battle ring again. What has happened appears to be a dream.
"Don't pass out so fast, Nephilim Bastard; I am not done. I may spare you if you lick my boots and beg me." Amon said as he brought his boots pressed onto Amon's face.
In anger, Amon used his hand to push him back. He then took a deep breath, trying to replicate what he had seen. A small amount of power surged through his body, and he slowly stood up.
Damien laughed, "It looks like you still have some energy left; too bad I am not in the mood to play." A cruel smirk appeared on his lips as he used 'Aerial Push' again, this time gathering an immense amount of wind element.
Amon's eyes closed as he tried to remember what he had seen in the vision. Inhaling deeply, his chest expanded, imbued with an unfamiliar surge of energy. When his eyes snapped open, an etheric Azure aura enveloped him. His eyes reflected burning hatred toward the fallen angel before him.
"Ahhhhh!" Unleashing a torrent of power, he charged at Damien with blinding speed. The next moment, Damien crumpled to the ground with the impact of his punch. His face and head made brutal contact with the earth, fracturing it upon impact.
"Aahhhhh!" He released a mighty battle cry; It tears through the air, reverberating with unrestrained fury—the energy enveloping him releasing like a volcanic Explosion.