The Princess Kidnapping System Made Me OP-Chapter 37: The Strike that ends Everything

Wise watched as the red beam of energy came charging at him. The strike was pulsing as it approached, sparks of red electricity dancing along its edges.

Pulling his fists back, Wise placed his right foot forward and he twisted his body. The fiery shadows on his fists suddenly exploded in intensity, completely engulfing his hand.

And then with a battle cry, Wise struck the beam with an explosive force.

As shadow made contact with destructive energy, the air simmered with intense heat. The beam pushes against Wise’s hand, threatening to overcome him, but he sucked in a breath and applied even more force.

Boom!

The beam of energy suddenly burst, shattering into a thousand shimmering particles, and then capitalising on the opportunity, Mr Anonymous appeared, tearing through the sparks and brandishing his sword with chilling brutality.

Clang!

Wise skidded backward as his fist made contact with the sword, not even wasting a second, he lunged forward, meeting the warrior with an attack of his own.

The two warriors danced in a brutal show of power. The earth where they stood was slowly getting undone as they wielded their abilities to the utmost of their potential.

Although at first they had seemed evenly matched, Wise was quickly beginning to push the abyssal herald back.

Wise veered to the side as the sword cut past him and delivered a punch to the man’s chest plate. His Armour groaned underneath the pressure of the blow just before he was knocked back a few meters.

Before he could even come to a halt, Wise was already upon him.

He delivered a blow to the man’s jaw, unsettling his helmet, ducked underneath a sword strike just before striking from below, then curved around the man— grabbing hold of him from behind to deliver a massive power slam.

The earth below Mr Anonymous caved, his armoured body digging deep into the soil.

Wise took a moment to observe his handiwork, a smirk on his face as he walked around the man.

"Come on, is that all you’ve got? At least make this entertai—"

He suddenly sucked in a sharp breath as Mr anonymous grabbed onto his leg and launched him to the other side of the arena.

As he was soaring through the air, about to inevitably crash into the wall, when the abyssal herald suddenly appeared in front of him, his red amour glowing menacingly as he delivered a flying kick right into Wise’s abdomen.

Crash!

The force of impact was increased twofold and a long crack tore through from where Wise crashed up to the very top of the wall.

Mr Anonymous moved through the dust, his sword high up to deliver a vertical slash, but Wise suddenly lunged forward, his body a blur as he appeared right in front of him.

Booom!

Wise grabbed onto his body and slammed him against the wall, just before delivering a heavy chop for good measure.

The second shoulder pad fell to the space between them.

Mr Anonymous was now in between Wise and the wall, a terrible position to be in when your enemy was using his fists.

There was nowhere left to go.

Clang!

With the shadows pulsing around his fists, Wise delivered a heavy body shot, rattling the man. He darted to the side, avoiding Mr anonymous’ stab like a boxer before delivering a left jab.

Mr Anonymous stumbled to the side, trying to get some distance between himself and Wise but whenever he went Wise was there.

The blows kept coming, the shadows dancing like an aura of darkness as they empowered his punches.

Each blow was lethal, capable of taking down a man with a singular strike and yet Mr anonymous remained stalwart, for the most part at least—-

His armour was completely shredded at this point.

His pauldron was lost, his chest plate had multiple dents in it—barely hanging on, even the gauntlets meant to protect his hands had been ripped off.

Only his helmet was still strangely intact.

Mr Anonymous, the once knightly looking figure was in shambles, holding onto his sword as though his very life depended on it.

Which was more or less the case.

The shadows were still very much in bloom in Wise’s hand as he took a step forward, ready to finish things.

But before he had the opportunity to, he heard a loud scream, one seething with rage.

"Don’t count me out yet kid! I’ve fought far too many wars to lose to a suckling like you!"

"Grand ancestral cast, Hell flare!"

Akaza stood at the other end of the arena, his staff held firmly in his hands as he waved it around while muttering a string of indecipherable words.

It was when Wise looked up that he realized what had happened...

While he and Mr anonymous duked it out in an all out brawl, Akaza was busy cooking, and literally cooking because there was a gigantic ball of fire, one the size of a house hovering right above him.

In that moment of distraction, Mr Anonymous quickly darted to the sage’s side, nursing his wounds as he looked on.

The formerly dark area was consumed in a sea of fire, one so bright that the whole arena turned orange underneath from its fierce glow.

"With this strike." Akaza began, his voice like that of a crazed man. "I slayed an army!"

He laughed loudly and clutched onto the side of his face with one hand.

"How do you hope to defeat me now?!" He screamed, a smile on his face as the fire descended upon Wise.

Wise watched as the bubbling flames inched closer, each second bringing him closer to a very painful experience.

And then he chuckled.

"With this move..."

The shadows around him stirred, rushing all to him at once.

After delivering that catalytic strike to end the night wolves, Wise had received a very peculiar notification that day.

[System Notification]

[New Skill acquired...Shadow Piercer]

[Mastery: 1/20]

"...I put the word asunder!"

The shadows violently shook as though possessing a will do their own and then they burst into his hands.

Wise pulled out his dagger and lifted it high up into the air and the shadows followed it, combing with the blade to form something monstrous.

The crowd watched in awe as shadow piled upon shadow, turning darker each second and shortly after— a twelve feet obsidian ball blade was formed.

With a single hand, Wise wielded the blade and he brought it down for one reality defying slash.

"Disappear!"

Whoosh!!!

The world was blanketed in a layer of shadows as the darkness rose to challenge the light.

Both forces clashed, causing tremors to spread across the earth from the intensity of their impact.

And then the shadows darkened even further, strengthened by the indomitable will of their master.

Akaza watched in awe as the ball of fire was split into two halves, the two halves exploding shortly after. "Impossible..."

The shadow went on, crashing against the barrier above and rattling the shield to the very core.

A small crack appeared at first, and then that crack spread through the entire thing, shattering the barrier like glass.

A massive shockwave from the explosion slammed into the ground, causing a violent storm of wind, sending both Mr anonymous and the sage crashing into the wall.

When the wind finally settled, only Wise was left standing.

Mr Anonymous slowly rose to his feet, moving towards Wise like a walking corpse.

And then he lifted his odachi in the sky, but just as he got to Wise the blade fell from his grip, digging into the soil.

Mr anonymous fell to his knees and locked up, just as his helmet slipped from his face and crashed against the floor with a clang.

[A/N]

Credit goes to Naruto as it is the inspiration for a few lines of dialogue in this Chapter.

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