Debuff Master

The clash between Siegfried and Shakiro reached the climax as the two activated their Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain.

They stood motionless, but the palpable tension in the air was suffocating.

“Come. Show me the full extent of your Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain.”

Shakiro’s voice rang out amidst the storm, sounding firm and with authority.

“Yes, Master,” Siegfried replied, his gaze unwavering.

At that moment, the aura weapons created by Siegfried surged forward like a vicious storm, streaking across the air toward Shakiro.

Simultaneously, Shakiro’s own arsenal of aura weapons retaliated, cutting through the air with lethal precision.

It was a clash of titans.

The collision between the two Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain was nothing short of catastrophic.

The weapons forged out of pure aura energy clashed violently, erupting into thunderous explosions that shook the battlefield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Weapons collided, detonated, and were obliterated—only for more to materialize instantly and take their place. The cycle was relentless, and the storm of destruction descended the entire area into utter chaos—a battlefield filled with devastation.

Siegfried and Shakiro focused every ounce of their mana into sustaining their abilities. The two of them knew that if their skill faltered for even a moment, their opponent’s aura blades would rip them to shreds.

‘T-This is… too much!’ Siegfried gritted his teeth and struggled against the immense pressure coming from Shakiro’s Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain.

The sheer force created by Shakiro’s weapons made it nearly impossible for Siegfried to hold his ground. The air rippled with pure raw aura energy, and each wave of attack threatened to take his life.

But the worst part?

Shakiro’s mastery of the Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain far surpassed Siegfried’s.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One by one, Siegfried’s aura blades faltered under Shakiro’s merciless onslaught. The difference in their skill mastery became painfully evident, and Siegfried’s aura weapons began to lose as they exploded one after another.

Blood trickled down his face and flowed down his nose; the mental strain was taking its toll on him.

“Damn it…!” Siegfried growled, and his voice became strained with desperation.

Shakiro’s aura weapons spun faster and struck harder than Siegfried’s, and their overwhelming force tore through Siegfried’s defenses.

The situation seemed hopeless, as the gap in their power felt insurmountable—until Siegfried had an idea.

‘Wave of Oppression!’ Siegfried unleashed Wave of Oppression. The disruptive debuff skill rippled outward and interrupted Shakiro’s mana flow.

It was very effective.

Rumble!

Shakiro’s Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain significantly slowed down, and his weapons lost their momentum upon getting disrupted by the debuff skill.

“Argh!” Shakiro grunted, and his focus wavered at the unexpected interference.

‘This is it!’ Siegfried realized. The key to victory was not brute forcing his way through this battle, but it was exploiting Shakiro’s vulnerability with his debuffs.

Without hesitation, Siegfried doubled down.

‘More!’

He poured everything into his skill, amplifying his Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain with every drop of mana he could squeeze out of himself.

Rumble!

The tide began to turn. Shakiro’s weapons faltered and were obliterated one by one by Siegfried’s empowered aura weapons. Explosions echoed like a relentless drumbeat, each one signaling the Weapon Seeker’s looming defeat.

At this point, his downfall was inevitable.

Shakiro fought valiantly to maintain his skill, but it was a losing battle. Siegfried's Wave of Oppression wreaked havoc on his mana flow, leaving him unable to sustain the full force of his Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain.

“Argh…!”

Siegfried’s assault intensified, and Shakiro’s aura weapons were annihilated, reduced to nothingness.

Finally, Siegfried’s Transcendent Torrential Flower Rain reached its ultimate form. The aura weapons gathered above him in a spiraling tempest before cascading down like a waterfall delivering death.

Whooooosh!

A storm of aura weapons rained down upon Shakiro with absolute ferocity and grace, a true embodiment of the skill’s pinnacle form that delivered death while putting on a dazzling and mesmerizing display.

Shakiro stood motionless, and his expression was calm as he faced the oncoming waterfall of death.

“Impressive…” he muttered quietly, and a faint smile suffused his lips before his figure was engulfed by the waterfall of Death.

He had no idea why he smiled. Was it because of his pride in his disciple? Or was it because he had quietly accepted the defeat that promised him rest?

Regardless, he closed his eyes and embraced the storm.

***

Thud…!

A sword aura weapon struck the ground right next to Shakiro.

But that was not the end of it…

Thud!

A spear aura weapon pierced the ground near Shakiro’s feet.

And that was only the beginning…

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Siegfried’s aura weapons did not strike Shakiro. They missed and pierced the ground around him, creating a cage. This was deliberate; Siegfried had created a prison of aura weapons around Shakiro to trap him in place.

Why? To spare him.

“Don’t move. If you do, you will die,” Siegfried warned. This was not an empty threat, as he was ready to detonate the aura weapon prison if Shakiro were to resist him.

“Just… kill me,” Shakiro said heavily. Then, he asked, “You said I was your master, right?”

“Yes, you are,” Siegfried replied with a nod.

“Then end it. Kill me.”

“...!”

“Death is the only thing that can stop me. I’m nothing more than a puppet that can’t even control his own body and mind, so it’s best if you—”

Bam!

A sudden attack interrupted Shakiro.

Deus had appeared like a flash of lightning and had landed a devastating punch straight into Shakiro’s solar plexus.

Baaam!

Shakiro was blasted several meters away before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

Siegfried finally noticed that the sounds of combat earlier had faded away. Deus had to have taken down every enhanced knight that stood in his way and caught up with Siegfried.

“What the…?” Siegfried muttered. He was stunned, as Deus had easily incapacitated Shakiro.

“No need to waste him,” Deus said with a grin.

“Are you alright?” Siegfried asked, still stunned.

“See for yourself,” Deus replied, stretching his arms as if showing himself off. His battered appearance showed the toll the battle took on him, but he didn't seem critically injured.

As expected of Deus, he had easily obliterated fifty Level 450 enhanced humans, even though he had yet to attain the power of invincibility.

“But still… That guy’s your master?” Deus asked, narrowing his eyes.

“He’s not my real master,” Siegfried replied. Then, he added, “Think of him as… my second master?”

“I see… Well, I don’t like it.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that?”

“Turning such a skilled warrior into a puppet… it doesn’t sit right with me. I’ve been watching for a while. He’s not the strongest out there, but there’s no denying his skills and talent,” Deus said, gesturing toward Shakiro, who lay unconscious.

It seemed that he had been observing their duel all along.

“Yes, he’s exceptionally strong,” Siegfried replied with a nod.

“Well, stronger than you, at least. Anyway, you wouldn’t have lasted a minute without that technique of yours that disrupted his mana flow.”

“I agree,” Siegfried replied. He did not bother denying it and directly acknowledged the truth.

Shakiro was undeniably stronger than him, and it did not bother him at all.

Siegfried was the Debuff Master. What mattered to him was not raw strength or brute force. His core ability was weakening his enemies and defeating them with debuffs.

“A win is still a win, so it does not matter,” Siegfried added.

“Good,” Deus remarked with a smirk, clearly pleased by what he heard. Then, he said, “That’s the right mindset a warrior should have. The strong are the winners, nothing else.”

“I agree.”

“Anyway, it’s time to put an end to this whole fiasco. Let’s go.”

“Alright.”

Siegfried carried Shakiro on his shoulder and followed Deus toward where Acheron awaited them.

“Kyuuu! Great job, owner punk!” Hamchi cheered.

Despite his cheerful tone, he was visibly exhausted.

“You too, man,” Siegfried replied, patting the hamster’s head.

Finally, they approached the final iron gates.

“Open,” Siegfried commanded.

Creak…

The massive door creaked as it swung open, revealing what lay beyond.

Flash!

A surge of otherworldly energy erupted from within, gushing out through the doors and hitting Siegfried like a tidal wave.

“Argh!” Siegfried groaned and clutched his chest in agony.

Even Deus grimaced in discomfort and muttered, “This is quite the aura."

He was a seasoned warrior, a Grandmaster, but even he found it difficult to withstand the pressure.

Siegfried gnashed his teeth and gathered his mana as he pushed forward.

Immortal Alchemist Acheron sat in the middle of the chamber up ahead.

Acheron was engulfed in flames within the True Fated Censer, and his figure was radiating a mixture of white, black, purple, and green energy. The Soul Fragments of Apocalius embedded in his forehead, hands, and right eye shone brilliantly.

‘So you’ve come at last, Siegfried van Proa.’

Acheron’s voice echoed in Siegfried’s mind.

‘Yeah, I’m here,’ Siegfried replied.

‘Why do you stubbornly persist in your foolishness?’

‘Hey, why are you always calling me foolish?’

‘Have I not warned you? I am not the only Executor of Destiny. This world is doomed to destruction. Even if you stop me, another Executor will emerge to bring about its end.’

‘So what?’

‘This world is fated to vanish.’

‘And?’

‘Would it not be better to let us end this world and create a new one together?’

‘What if I say no?’

‘So you insist on making the same foolish choice. You will regret this, Siegfried van Proa. The Executors of Destiny that will come after me will bring despair far greater than you can imagine. You can stop me today, but the next will be—’

“Hey, what are you doing?” Deus asked. His voice cut through Acheron’s voice in Siegfried’s head and brought him back to his senses.

“Eh?” Siegfried turned, feeling slightly embarrassed. Then, he replied, “He was trying to talk me into something.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But he's sounding more desperate as he talks.”

“Figures,” Deus replied with a chuckle. Then, he gestured toward Acheron and said, “That guy’s a sitting duck right now. He’s still merging with whatever energy he’s bringing from another world.”

“Really?”

“Yup. He can’t even defend himself if you attack now.”

“Oh, so that's it…” Siegfried muttered, realizing that Acheron was merely using the negotiations to stall for time.

Immortal Alchemist Acheron was utterly defenseless at the moment, and this meant that he was no different from a training dummy.

‘Siegfried van Proa! This world is already doomed! Why can’t you see that creating a new era is the better path for the future?!’ Acheron screamed in Siegfried’s mind again, but this time, he sounded even more desperate and frantic.

‘I’d really rather let the world get destroyed than live in one where a lunatic like you plays god.’

‘What?!’

‘Enough yapping, you maniac.’

‘Wait! Siegfried van Proa! Listen to me—!’

‘Shut up.’

Siegfried cut off Acheron’s telepathic connection.

Why?

It was all because there was no point in entertaining the delusions of a madman obsessed with destroying the world to fulfill his fantasies.

“Can you handle this alone?” Deus asked, breaking the silence.

“Erm…” Siegfried hesitated, glancing at Acheron’s HP bar.

The perfect word to describe it was "massive."

It was so massive, in fact, that it said "x5,000" next to it, indicating that Siegfried would have to attack and deplete five thousand HP bars just to bring him down.

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