"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 306: Lion King's Steel Hide
BOOM. BOOM BOOM. BOOM BOOM BOOM!
On one side of the battlefield, Tenra's nine-tailed fox unleashed volley after volley of tailed-beast bombs, each one detonating with enough force to shake the ground. Sairaorg darted and dodged, his movements a blur, but he wasn't fast enough to avoid every blast. One caught him square on—his barrier held, but pain ripped through his body like claws.
It was just a beast conjured by Tenra, but even so, it was dangerous. Deadly.
Sairaorg closed the distance, eyes locked on his target. The fox was in range now. He surged forward, the air splitting with a sonic boom, and drove his fist into the fox's massive body.
"ROAR ROAR ROAR!"
The beast howled, its form swelling, and then—
BOOM!
The nine-tails detonated, a shockwave tearing across the battlefield. Sairaorg skidded hundreds of meters before his body finally came to rest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't bother checking his wounds. Instead, Sairaorg sprang up and sprinted toward the heart of the battle.
—
"Yo, Sairaorg, finally decided to show up?"
Tenra sat atop the battered golden lion, waving cheerfully. Sairaorg ignored him at first, eyes drawn to Regulus—flattened, twisted, and whimpering on the ground. For a moment, Sairaorg's eye twitched. What kind of nightmare had Regulus just survived?
But Sairaorg understood the reason and exhaled.
"Sorry about your servants, Tenra. Regulus sometimes loses control. That's why I rarely use its full power."
Tenra grinned. "No big deal. It bullied my adorable teammates, so I gave it a taste of its own medicine. We're square."
With his temper vented, Tenra hopped off the lion and kicked it gently toward Sairaorg.
Regulus whimpered, eyes wet, and nuzzled Sairaorg's leg like a child desperate for comfort. Sairaorg knelt, checking the lion's injuries. As long as the jewel—the Sacred Gear's core—remained intact, Regulus would recover.
"Lord Sairaorg, let me wrap around you. To beat that man, we'll need the forbidden power!"
Regulus struggled up, excitement burning in its gaze. It had felt Tenra's strength firsthand—and sensed three more powers inside him, each no weaker than itself.
To win, they'd need to unite.
"Enough!"
Sairaorg's voice was firm. "That power is only for defending the Underworld. I won't use it against Tenra. I'll fight him with my own body, my own strength."
He was resolute. That forbidden power was dangerous, and if he lost control, he could kill Tenra. Sairaorg couldn't bear that guilt.
Regulus fell silent, but Tenra cut in, annoyed.
"Hey, Sairaorg, don't tell me you're underestimating me? You really think you can beat me bare-handed?"
"If Regulus's power is dangerous, then what I carry is ten—no, a hundred times worse. Don't forget our deal. If you don't go all out, you'll regret it. And honestly, I'll be bored out of my mind."
Tenra's voice was low and serious. "Sairaorg, do you get it?"
He wanted a real fight. Not a spar. Not a game.
Sairaorg stared at him, guilt flickering across his face, but resolve quickly hardened his eyes.
"Sorry, Tenra. I thought I was ready to give it my all, but deep down, I still saw this as just a match."
"If I fight you while holding back, I'd insult you—and I'd regret it forever."
"From now on, I'm done with those childish thoughts. I'll fight you like my life depends on it. If one of us dies, the other shouldn't hold a grudge!"
The declaration rang out, and the entire audience—inside and out—fell silent, then erupted in cheers. This wasn't a match anymore. It was a duel between kings.
Tenra's grin widened, genuine and wild.
"That's more like it. No regrets, no grudges—just fight."
He wasn't a battle maniac, but he lived for moments like this—a clash with a true rival.
"Regulus, let's do it!"
"Yes!"
Regulus's eyes blazed. It turned into a stream of golden light, merging with Sairaorg's body.
"Golden Lion of Nemea! Lion King, answer my call—become my armor!"
Light exploded from Sairaorg, and golden battle armor materialized around him. A lion-faced shield glinted on his chest, golden mane flowing from the helmet's crown. Power radiated from every inch—a king's majesty and a warrior's beauty.
"Tenra Kamiyo, this is our forbidden move—Lion King's Steel Hide!"
Sairaorg's fighting spirit surged, splitting the earth, whipping up storms, and making the very air tremble with its force.
Tenra's face was flushed with excitement, but he forced himself to calm down.
"Hey, Sairaorg—your mother, Lady Misla, she's watching, right?"
Sairaorg blinked, surprised by the question. "Yes. She said she'd watch from her hospital room."
Tenra nodded, then removed his helmet faceplate, turning his smile skyward.
"Lady Misla, I'm about to beat up your son. Please don't hold it against me!"
Sairaorg sputtered. "Y-You shameless bastard! I'm not losing in front of my mother! Tenra—I swear I'll defeat you!"
Tenra laughed, snapping his helmet shut, aura blazing.
Call it petty, call it childish—Tenra was jealous. He'd never had a mother to watch him fight. So he'd decided: today, he'd beat Sairaorg in front of his mom, no matter what.
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Meanwhile, in a hospital room in Bael territory—
"Madam, Lord Tenra is strong, but Young Master Sairaorg has grown so much. He won't lose."
The butler tried to reassure Lady Misla, who watched the broadcast with a gentle smile.
But—
"Hehe… I rather hope that child gets knocked around a bit. It's been ages since I saw Sairaorg bullied. Brings back memories…"
She touched her lips, eyes soft and proud.
The butler broke into a cold sweat. Madam, Sairaorg is your son… aren't you rooting for the wrong side?
Lady Misla didn't notice. She watched the screen, eyes shining with warmth and joy.
How wonderful… Sairaorg has found a friend like that at last…
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