I Awakened as an SSS-Rank System Maker!-Chapter 28 - Eye of Destruction

Chapter 28 - Eye of Destruction

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The battle raged on relentlessly, as unstoppable forces collided. It was not just a fight between two beings; it was a catastrophic event twisting the fabric of reality. The city, once filled with the sounds of daily life, now trembled under the weight of the collision between Siman and Shi Yang. Their powers exceeded anything the mind of an ordinary human could comprehend. This was no longer a battle of strength or skill; it was the embodiment of two worlds crashing into each other, neither side willing to yield.

Siman moved with almost supernatural grace, his black scythe cutting through the air with a ferocity that made the ground beneath his feet shake. Every strike unleashed a wave of destruction, slicing through mountains and cities with ruthless efficiency. The blade cut through metal and stone as though they were mere paper, leaving behind blazing ruins in its wake.

With each blow, Siman's smile grew wider, a glint of pure satisfaction in his eyes. There was no fear, no hesitation, just the raw joy of destruction. This was his nature—to shatter, to obliterate, to embrace chaos in its most primal form. As his weapon tore through the air, mountains collapsed, skyscrapers vanished, and the world seemed to bend and break in its wake.

But Shi Yang was no ordinary foe. His movements were elusive, a complex dance of speed and agility, as he darted from place to place, narrowly avoiding the oncoming strikes of Siman's scythe. He relied on a swarm of golden flies that surrounded him, each one an extension of his will, each one a deadly weapon. The flies moved with unnatural precision, challenging Siman's scythe in an attempt to slow his advance, though every strike tore through more of them, scattering them into tiny fragments.

Shi Yang's eyes were sharp and calculating, never leaving Siman. Every movement, every blink, was part of his strategy. He couldn't afford any mistakes, not against an opponent like Siman. He had fought many battles before, but this one was different. It was a fight for survival.

The air around them was thick with battle energy, the sound of explosions echoing for miles. The city lay in ruins, its streets shattered, its buildings collapsing under the weight of the two powers.

Siman laughed amid the destruction, his voice wild like the chaos he was unleashing. "You're fast," he shouted over the booming explosions, "but you can't run forever!" He struck again with the scythe, and this time, the air split with such force that the sky seemed to shatter.

Shi Yang barely managed to dodge, his body flickering through space for a moment before the scythe made contact. The sheer force of the strike caused the ground beneath his feet to crack open, sending waves of dust and debris in every direction. He was breathing heavily now, sweat pouring down his brow. His body was feeling the strain. He had been fighting for hours, and the constant movements were taking their toll. But he couldn't stop—not when everything was at stake.

Siman watched him with a smile that blended amusement and admiration. "You're stronger than I thought. I've faced many opponents, but none like you." His voice was calm, almost lazy, as though he was enjoying the fight rather than trying to finish it.

Shi Yang's eyes narrowed. "I'm not here to entertain you," he growled, his voice low and determined. The flies around him buzzed fiercely, a sign of his increasing frustration. He needed a way to turn the tide of battle, and quickly.

But no matter how fast he moved, no matter how many times he shifted positions, Siman was always one step ahead. His scythe cut through the air with terrifying precision, each strike coming faster, stronger, and more devastating than the last. Shi Yang knew he couldn't keep this up forever. The energy needed to stay ahead of Siman's attacks was draining him.

Then, Siman did something unexpected.

He stopped.

Shi Yang had only a moment to react, his body still tense, ready to dodge another blow. But Siman didn't move. He stood there, his golden scythe resting on the ground, his eyes fixed on Shi Yang. The world around them was silent, the dust settling in the wake of the destruction they had wrought.

"Well then," Siman said in a casual, almost bored tone. "I don't want to show you any more of my skills." He raised his hand, and the earth trembled beneath his words. "You're a strong opponent, Shi Yang. What if we end this battle here?"

The challenge in Siman's voice was unmistakable, but there was also something else—respect. Beneath the chaos, beneath the destruction, there was a flash of admiration for his opponent. This battle had pushed him, tested him in ways he hadn't expected. And in that moment, amidst the ruins of the city, Siman found himself acknowledging Shi Yang's strength.

Shi Yang didn't know what to think. He had been fighting for so long, pushing himself to his limits, but now Siman was offering to end the battle. It was an unexpected turn, leaving him briefly confused. He had prepared for a fight to the death, not for surrender.

He took a slow breath, trying to calm his racing heart. His muscles screamed in protest from the constant pressure, but he stood firm, refusing to show any weakness. "You're brave, Siman," he said, his voice rough but steady. "But I won't fall so easily."

Siman laughed, the sound almost affectionate. "Oh, I know that. But I don't need to destroy you. Not yet, anyway." His black scythe gleamed in the dim light... a deadly reminder of the power he wielded. "You've earned my respect. And that's something not many get."

Shi Yang didn't respond immediately. His thoughts were racing, trying to piece together what had just happened. He had expected a brutal end, but not this—this unexpected offer of respect. It left him in a strange place, caught between relief and uncertainty. Was Siman letting him go? Was this the end of the battle?

Siman's eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned away, the ground beneath his feet cracking and shifting with every step. "I'll let you go now, Shi Yang," he said, his voice full of teasing. "But don't think this is over. We'll meet again. I'm sure of it."

With that, Siman vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a city in ruins and a man standing at the heart of destruction, wondering what would happen next.

Shi Yang remained there for a long time, processing everything that had just happened. The world around him was strangely quiet, the chaos of the battle fading into the distance.