Level 1 Strongest Sage 1-Chapter 23Vol. 15 - - Ultimate Clan Battle – Qualification Rounds (22/22)

A surge of mana wrapped around Halt’s right arm.

The dense, compressed energy made the air ripple.

However, he was still far from being done.

The mana, gathered into a single point, started to take physical form as tiny particles floating in the air. Even though Halt’s mana didn’t have a specific attribute, the high-speed friction between the particles generated electricity.

A bolt of lightning shot from his right hand, shattering the stone slabs of the arena.

However, Halt continued on.

He repeatedly released mana into the air and drew it back into his arm. The sheer intensity of it was changing the very atmosphere around him.

The strongest sage’s bloodlust was aimed solely at the Evil God, yet the audience could feel the sheer terror in the air, prickling against their skin. Even so, no one attempted to run away.

This condensed mana was unlike anything they’d ever seen before.

Even now, the ultimate strike was about to be unleashed.

The spectators, completely entranced by Halt’s overwhelming power, couldn’t avert their gaze.

Then, suddenly—the sky darkened.

As Halt gathered mana, his actions pulled in the surrounding air, creating a massive low-pressure system. Dark clouds swirled above, the weather itself shifting under the sheer force of his energy.

Even after reaching a level that could alter the sky, the man whom even the Creator God had called a Bakemono didn’t show any signs of stopping at all.

"Hgg… Hgggghhh!!"

The Evil God, his mouth sealed shut by divine attribute mana, struggled desperately to scream, his face twisted in terror.

Halt would probably have held back had he seen that mortified expression, however, he wasn’t looking at the Evil God.

The first time he punched the Evil God, it was revenge for his own death. If the Evil God had looked this scared back then, Halt probably wouldn’t have gone all out.

However, this time was different. This was payback for making Sitri cry.

Halt wanted to ensure the Evil God never came near Sitri again. He wanted to instill so much fear that the god would never dare to interfere with the Ernol family again.

That’s why he didn’t stop.

The world turned gray.

Time had stopped.

The sheer concentration of mana in a single point had caused a disruption in the natural order.

Now, only the deities, those with special skills like Magic Eyes or Divine Eyes, and one lone sage—immune to the effects of freezing time—could move.

In the frozen world, Halt drew his right fist back.

"Evil God-sama, I won’t obliterate you this time."

He spoke without even looking up.

"But if you ever show up in front of us again… If you ever lay a hand on my family—" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"W-w-wait! Waaaaahhh!!"

The Evil God frantically shook his head, desperately trying to show that he wouldn’t touch Halt’s family, yet it seemed as if Halt couldn’t see him at all.

"If you do, I’ll definitely obliterate you next time."

His resolve was set.

His attack was ready.

Halt locked eyes with the Evil God.

A deity second only to the Supreme Deity had been reduced to a pathetic, whimpering mess, begging for his life.

Halt had only threatened to "obliterate him next time," but with the sheer, atrocious power in his fist, the Evil God knew— not only would it be painful, one hit could spell his end.

He pleaded desperately, but the strongest sage, born from a miscalculation on his part, didn’t waver the slightest.

"Evil God-sama—goodbye."

“-------------!!”

Halt’s fist slammed into the Evil God’s stomach.

His body was sent flying, sucked into the teleportation circle that had been prepared behind him. The destination was no other than the Divine Realm.

Halt had gotten permission from the Creator God beforehand, so he didn’t bother checking what happened next. He had held back a little, so at least the Evil God’s existence won’t be completely erased.

"Don’t come back here again, okay?!"

With that, Halt shut the teleportation circle.

Time resumed.

"Alright, the Evil God is gone… So, are we still fighting?"

"Nah, I think we’re good."

At the other end of his gaze, Anna smiled.

"Defeating a god? That’s just like you, Halt. I give up—you win."

With Anna’s declaration of surrender, the first round of the strongest clan tournament ended in victory for Halt’s Clan Familia.