The barrage of the blast volleys couldn't penetrate the impervious skin of the snakes, leaving The Blaster Jabber to blurt out a temporary chuckle. The two snakes shimmered the emerald aura that rapidly shrunk its size to almost the same height as Viscable. Recently watching his large wave of attack failed to give any sign of damage, The Blaster Jabber submissively kneeled.
His action stung The Old Woman from afar, deeply groaning that clouded her head in a shuddering suspicion, She flickered the flashes through her eyes, gasping in shock at the recent vision being captured from The Blaster Jabber. A vision of the dark torches securely whirling on Viscable's beating heart, sluggishly spreading into his arms and legs veins
"The Tacrion power of him is now growing despite his armor couldn't supply any more energy" Azka-Lal mumbled with a suspicion engulfing her mind. "There is something worse that will happen to me."
"No sign of fear or danger within him. It was as if this new hero accurately anticipated me launching this attack." The Old Woman added.
Azka-Lal grunted before she chuckled and said, "Even though it is potentially a trap, I must unleash it upon him."
"Whether I succeed or fail, I let fate decide this," Azka-Lal whispered, washing the skepticism and replacing it with the gripping atmosphere.
Azka-Lal cleared her throat and shouted with a riveting tone, "Infect him with your poison, Muskataria Serpenta!!"
The snakes speared their scorpion sting head plates through The Blaster Jabber's arms, injecting the untamed neon-green venomous liquid into him. The side effect of the venom quickly transpired into Viscable with his vision becoming blurry and blinking his eyes, feeling his head spinning.
Numbness froze his entire lower part as the liquid continued to spread into his legs, deeply shrieking. The third snake swiftly joined the infected injection with its plunged its scorpion sting head plate into The Blaster Jabber'sneck, dripping the huge gulp of blood showering his chest.
"Now to see what kind of hidden trap he has," Azka-Lal said
The three snakes hastily dragged The Blaster Jabber into Azka-Lal's direction like bringing a rubber goal as he couldn't feel any sign of motion in his entire limbs. She slammed the ground with her tail which gushed out the acidifed gasses inside the eyes of the skeletal head on the tip.
Then, the snakes halted its motion when reaching the front side of their masters who gathered the arising green energies within her sight. It even carved the branching cracking lines throughout her armor, fueling the kindling blazes within the skeleton head eyes. It pushed down its jaw, discharging more olive green gasses.
"It was an enthralling fight, but it needed a spectacular conclusion to fulfill my satisfaction," Azka-Lal whispered before she hissed with Viscable still persistently holding the calmness in the fight.
As she was on the brink of hurling the skeletal head toward The Blaster Jabber, suddenly a sunlight-yellow beam descended from the middle above of the area. The light instantaneously incinerated the trio snakes into a speck of dust fleeing away alongside dissolving the skull head on the tail.
The Old Woman might try her best to retreat from the beam attack, but the effort was futile as the beam caught her first. Azka-Lal screeched in unbending agony with her body boiling the steaming smoke, feeling like she was burnt alive in the core of the sun. The tremendous heat of the beam splintered the rain of metal pieces to the ground, prolonging her shuddering screech.
"I'm…gonna bet this is not all the hidden attack you wanted to show right?" Azka-Lal guessed shakily.
"Your sharp observation is what I admire the most about you," A clear response from her foe forced her to puff in a dumbfounded demeanor.
She shook her lung with her motionlessly darting her sight toward The Blaster Jabber who levitated, shrouding his limbs with the enflaming black scorch. The thunderstruck revelation kicked into The Old Woman's petrified gaze through Viscable smoothly moved his arms. Green flashes gleamed into her eyes once again, unveiling the branching poison was all wiped out by the scorches inside him.
"So this is the true power, Calamity Heart?' Azkal-Lal assumed.
"Healing all of the negative effects on its user with ease. I never thought my poison couldn't be cured that fast," Azka-Lal added, bursting out in incredulity laughter as the facial part of the helmet detached, unveiling her face that was filled with bewilderment.
The Old Woman prolonged the laughter and uttered, "Even The Hair Magician takes more time to cure herself with her spell."
The Blaster Jabber sighed, "You could have a good shot on me if you didn't get consumed by the desire to execute me."
"Because I already anticipated your tail could dodge the beam and transfuse more poison to me," Viscable uttered.
"I understood you started to treat me as a serious threat once you noticed my Tacrion Magic," The Blaster Jabber confirmed, lifting his arm to the left. "However, that's one of your flaws, you are overthinking about your opponent."
"Perhaps you should pay more attention to me often looking up!" Viscable taunted, pridefully pointing his finger at himself.
"Stop your blabbering, prideful young man. Besides you are the only one who could see that," Azka-Lal countered, shrieking in stinging pain that trembled her neck. "I can take a good guest that you silently hid another weapon too, right?"
The Blaster Jabber shrugged it off and replied, "Sadly. you failed to stop this one attack."
"You are going to see it right in front of frail eyes," The Blaster Jabber uttered, raising his voice as he thrust his fingers to mark the sky.
Viscable took a deep breath and chanted, "Arise and evolve into The Mighty Avatar of World Breaker,"
"Appear now, Purgatory Jabber!!" Viscable shouted
The mass of bolting flames illuminated its dazzling flashes to the naked eye, flexibly reshaping into the humongous square, almost like a sun. Azka-Lal frowned and puffed a hefty air with the towering presence of the muscular arms that broke out from the depth of the square portal.
Furthermore, the knuckles of the arms were sleeved by the thundering spikes latching on brass knuckles, fulminating the rapid-growing bolt. A giant head of the man being engulfed by the dancing torches pushed out that unfolded the bulky glimmering white upper body, pondering at Azka-Lal who cackled in defeat.
"Purgatory Jabber set your execution on this beaten old woman," Viscable uttered, thrusting his pointing finger toward The Old Woman and peeking at the figure upward
"The Fallen Pillar of Decimation!!!" The Blaster Jabber screamed at top of his lungs.
The gigantic figure folded its fists and swiftly split it, spawning the wall of fiery electricties connecting on its fingers. Then, The Purgatory Jabber shoved the wall forward, bending it into the chunky amber pillar that positioned its falling spot precisely onto The Old Woman. A deep ear-piercing grunt from the figure echoed throughout the area, hurling away the grip of the pillar.
Therefore, the amber pillar instantaneously pounded The Old Woman, squashing her into a bloody pulp. An electrocuting reaction materialized on the spot as the pillar detonated itself into the ghastly explosion broadcasted into the whole area of the battlefield, convincing The Blaster Jabber to cross his hand and trumpet a thrilled laughter.
The bloody duel between Viscable and Azka-Lal reached its gratifying conclusion th the ghastly explosion that fractured the entire barricading field of the area. The explosion spontaneously spread through the whole dimension. Eventually, the rest of the pocket dimension transformed into blinding white light, commencing the process of returning the combatants to the real world.
Bestrewing blue particles gathered all together, respawning Azka-Lal into the physical world. To be more precise, it brought back a long black hooded cloak to cover The Old Woman and began to fall from the sky above. Viscable levitated near his foe, pressing the glassy shard icon.
It dispatched a square backpack that sunk into the amber portal, reducing to nothingness faster than the blink of an eye. At the same time, a magenta portal door popped out behind Viscable, letting out The Ace Duelist backpack. He calmly stretched his arms as the backpack magnetically patched on the connector of his back, shimmering the magenta flashes and obtaining The Ace Duelist's form again.
The backpack unbridled the large wave of magenta particles, thrusting Viscable closer to the falling foe. The Ace Duelist promptly grabbed Azka-Lal by the hood, preventing her from falling further into the ground. He gazed at The Old Woman who slowly opened his eyes, forming a puzzling look.
" How could I end up here?" The Old Woman asked, steering her sight to The Ace Duelist who held her and stated. "The last time I remembered, I was squashed by your pillar
The Ace Duelist chuckled and explained confidently, "In Parallel Freedom, those who die will be brought back to life whenever the battle is finished."
"Even your missing limbs will return too," The Ace Duelist said firmly. "As I said before, I didn't like taking the life of my enemies for now."
"It even includes the worthless scum or the pure evil one," Viscable added, fleeing to the cloud below.
The Old Woman giggled, "You…are one insane individual."
"Here is my other question, what you're going to do if there is someone who could shatter your pride?' Azka-Lal provoked. "Are you going to kill that person or decide to be persistent on your preference?
Viscable cleared his throat and affirmed, "Depends on the type of situation or the impact, Old Woman."
The Ace Duelist pinned at the the floating rectangular building with a reflective rectangular surface. A holographic projection of the costume man extracting blue and red flames consistently dazzled the middle spot of the building, captivating Viscable interest with him hovering closer.
"However, I might have the potential to end those scum life," The Ace Duelist said with a stern tone.
"Only care about your pride rather than the rest of the world, I….see," The Old Woman said, coughing and feeling the dizziness in her head.
"Sometimes I wondered…who is the true villain after I saw you, new hero." Azka-Lal murmured, "The same new hero who embraced the dark power."
"Then I bet you become a Superhero for hunting down a strong foe like me?" The Old Woman guessed, raising the pitch of her voice and taunting The Ace Duelist. "Is it my guess not wrong
Viscable tittered and praised, "Wonderful guess, old woman."
"Becoming only a great beginning step to discover more powerful foes to face," The Ace Duelist confirmed, lowering himself to get a narrow distance from the floating tower.
"I'm lucky to meet you as my lab rat for The Blaster Jabber's test," Viscable taunted, widening the sinister grin on his lips. "And the result is satisfying."
The Ace Duelist brazenly pointed his finger up and exclaimed, "Even better, I'm mostly holding back against just like the previous scum."
"You are one twisted and sick individual," Azka-Lal muttered, rolling her eyes.
Azka-Lal sighed and uttered, "You must have a past trauma to turn you into this."
"Past trauma? Absolutely no," The Ace Duelist defied the statement from Azka-Lal, reducing the masses of magenta particles with him to the brink of landing his feet on the floating building's rooftop.
"What factors truly drive….you….until mastering a dark power like this? What led…you into this sinister-like fighter?" The Old Woman proceeded to unfurl a question, eyeing at the rooftop's ground. "I'm aware…I will be sent to jail, but at least you could tell me more about your motivation."
"You are so eager to find my past,?" The Ace Duelist countered, tossing Azka-Lal to the rooftop and landing in a poised standing position.
The Ace Duelist cleared his throat and uttered "What a curious old woman. Fine, I shall tell you a bit
"Before reaching this state, I was just a man who was born with superpowers such as Superstrength and Superflgiht, Viscable spoke boldly.
"Unfortunately, those two powers are too basic and redundant. It led me to more new powers to master such as mastering The Calamity Heart," The Ace Duelist added.
"Then, will you betray your principal someday if you are still eager to continue this path," Azka-Lal
Viscable raised his staggered fist and muttered, "Perhaps, there is a possibility of it."
"Alright, then. It seems I've already heard enough….about you," Azka-Lal uttered, releasing another coffin. Also, I might fail my people to stop you, however. my Uprising Venom will soon come to rescue me."
The Ace Duelist grinned under his mask and uttered, "I'll be waiting on that, you old woman."
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