Chapter 90: Is He Really a Demon?
Rolling flames burned everything, attacking with terrifying temperatures. Where the fire passed, even the untouched ground turned to magma, showing its fearsomeness.
David raised his palm, and the cosmic energy within him surged out like a torrent. Sabbac's face contorted with ferocity as the two powerful attacks annihilated each other.
His flames didn't possess much impact force.
The purple torrent pierced the flames like a sharp spear, but the deep crimson fire also swept out, engulfing David.
Bang!
Sabbac was struck directly in the chest. He retreated over ten meters before stabilizing himself. His chest felt a dull ache, and a patch of deep red skin had faded, equivalent to a human bruise.
Seeing the houses and fortresses hundreds of meters away cut in half, although he had some estimation of the young man's strength, he hadn't expected his energy projection ability to be even more powerful than he'd imagined.
However, his expression turned cold as he looked up. Even a body forged from steel alloy would melt into iron under his flames.
Whoosh!
As the flames dissipated, a gaping, monstrous hole was revealed in the wall of hard concrete behind David, with magma dripping down.
He stood there, completely unharmed.
"It felt like swallowing gravel, a bit hard to digest..."
After his template fusion reached over sixty percent, absorbing thermal, electrical, and other energies became as simple as eating and drinking for David. He had also begun to absorb some magical and other mystical energies.
It just wasn't very smooth.
Earlier, he had primarily used his body's surface energy to protect himself while attempting to absorb a trace of the intentionally introduced flame.
"Sabbac's flames definitely aren't ordinary fire; they must originate from the Demon King Beelzebub."
"Hmm?!"
David was not satisfied with the effect of his current energy absorption ability against attacks from the mystical side. Meanwhile, Sabbac's eyes widened, his expression shocked and grim.
What was happening today? His indestructible body had been easily broken, and his flames, which could evaporate steel, were effortlessly blocked.
For a moment, he hesitated between the two, his eyes flickering as he sized up David like a calculating venomous snake.
"Could this guy also be a demigod or a god?"
But Diana, her battle spirit burning fiercely, didn't overthink it. She cracked the ground, turned her body into a cannonball, and charged with her shield raised. Sabbac raised his hand to block the shield. The ground beneath his feet cracked like shattered pieces, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
Like a nimble butterfly, her graceful and swift form contained a fierce killing intent. The beautiful demigoddess spun and swung her sword. Sabbac's pupils contracted, and he hastily dodged.
The Sword of Vulcan drew a dangerous arc, grazing his neck.
Bang!
Before Sabbac could regain his footing, Diana delivered a swift and sharp spinning kick to his chest. Under the immense force, a wave of air exploded outwards.
In a series of fluid attacks, Sabbac's tall figure was sent flying backward, crashing through house after house.
"Is he really a demon?"
Having so easily kicked Sabbac away, Diana looked at David, somewhat stunned.
"A demon who has lived for countless years in myths and legends? Or perhaps hell is actually very comfortable, with no need for struggle and killing."
Possessing only great strength and a large physique, he was clumsy and slow, lacking any experience in fighting humans.
"..."
He had originally intended to tell Diana not to underestimate the enemy, but his words now seemed a bit hasty. David only remembered Sabbac's formidable stats, forgetting his 'software.'
Outdated software couldn't drive the hardware.
Shattering the rooftop, Sabbac, dust and grime covering his face, flew back from the distance and landed heavily in the fortress courtyard. Greatly humiliated, he glared at the two of them.
Just as he was about to act again.
Suddenly, a robust, aged voice echoed.
"My sister.
I never expected our first meeting to be under such circumstances."
A man dressed in a trench coat, appearing middle-aged to elderly, flew over elegantly. He had his hands clasped behind his back, looking like a monarch looking down on everything, as if all things had to bow before him.
From head to toe, every pore exuded arrogance.
"Lord of War."
Sabbac bowed his head. Before Ares helped him reclaim his ancestor's crown, he had signed a divine contract with him. Even after obtaining Sabbac's power, he wasn't confident he could break free from the strength of this renowned ancient god of war.
A mere mortal, though possessing some power, was not worth his serious attention.
Ares glanced faintly at David, giving Sabbac a meaningful look.
"I want to see how many of my attacks you can block."
Sabbac immediately understood. He shattered the ground and flew forward, throwing a punch at David. The extremely violent force compressed the air as he attacked with a roar.
David's expression remained unfazed. He met the attack with his own punch, and they began to fight.
If Sabbac continued to use his flames, David would have to expend a little more effort. However, with just a strength-based attack, even one capable of sinking a warship, it couldn't break through his defense.
"What exactly are this guy's powers? How does he have no weaknesses at all? Could it be that like Black Adam, he's combined the abilities of several gods?"
The person before him possessed the ability to manipulate energy. Sabbac wanted to test if pure strength was David's weakness, but the result was the same.
His own incredibly formidable strength, comparable to a god's, was accepted by the other party without much effort.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the two exchanged blows, the air exploded like a boiling pressure cooker.
David's sharp offensive was efficient, agile, and powerful. Every strike targeted vital points, leaving Sabbac struggling to defend himself. His body was constantly hit, his powerful frame being pushed back step by step.
It looked like a martial arts master bullying an ordinary person.
"The power of the Six Hells Demons is completely wasted on you."
David could feel that Sabbac's strength even surpassed his pure physical power, yet his attacks were a complete mess, like the Hulk, who had a formidable body but only knew how to swing his fists wildly.
"Just like Shazam, one of the letters is completely superfluous."
Shazam's initial 'S' represented Solomon's wisdom, comparable to other abilities like Heracles' strength and Zeus's lightning. However, it was usually as good as non-existent, never showing any practical use.
Sabbac also claimed to possess the evil wisdom of the hellish demon lord Belial.
"I wonder if that hellish demon lord's so-called evil wisdom is about solving problems by beating enemies to death with wild punches."
"You know my source of power?"
His neck, a vital point, was struck again. Sabbac clutched his neck, his expression shaking. He stumbled back several steps, leaving deep pits on the ground.
"Could you be the new person chosen by those wizards after Black Adam?"
Thinking that this person, like himself, had an unassailable ability, he might have stumbled upon the truth.
"Those wizards, who don't know where they're hiding, have chosen a new champion and bestowed upon him abilities different from the Six Egyptian Gods that Black Adam possessed."
"Which god does your power come from?
Heracles' strength? Achilles' body?..."
Sabbac's eyes were filled with hatred as he attacked ferociously.
Recalling that David was traveling with Zeus's daughter, he tried to probe David's abilities. If it was Achilles' body, such powerful defense might be explained.
[+112 Fury from Sabbac...]
"Your useless rambling is as plentiful as your useless attacks."
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