Capítulo 52: Demonic Eyes true Awakening
As the battle reached a fever pitch, the air crackled with an overwhelming tension. Alexander, shirtless with his armor destroyed, now had wings of black fire blazing from his back. His eyes—once filled with determination—had turned demonic, black flames flickering in both as his raw power surged. His every step toward Zadkiel was deliberate, unyielding, and filled with the weight of his resolve.
**The Clash of Titans**
Zadkiel's eyes narrowed as he watched Alexander approach, his expression twisted in confusion and irritation. "Who the hell is this guy?" he mumbled to himself, realizing that Alexander should've died from his previous attack.
Without a word, Alexander clenched his right fist, which ignited with black flames, his entire body now engulfed in that same dark fire. With no hesitation, he charged at Zadkiel, moving at an incredible speed, the ground trembling beneath his feet as he sprinted forward.
Zadkiel's left hand glowed with crackling energy, his own power surging as he met Alexander's charge head-on. Their fists collided with cataclysmic force, sending a shockwave ripping through the battlefield. The explosion from the impact was so powerful that it obliterated the remaining structures of the already ravaged city, leaving nothing but dust and rubble in its wake.
Both warriors were flung backward by the force, only to land on their feet, instantly launching themselves at each other once more. Their speed was almost too fast to track—each blow they exchanged was precise, brutal, and aimed to kill.
**Brutal Combat: Unrelenting Fury**
Blood splattered across the ruins as their strikes found their marks. Alexander weaved through Zadkiel's attacks, delivering crushing blows to his ribs, stomach, and face, each punch landing with devastating impact. Zadkiel retaliated, using his own mastery of martial arts and raw strength to land a vicious uppercut that sent Alexander hurtling backward.
But before Alexander could hit the ground, he twisted in midair, catching his balance and retaliating with a sweeping roundhouse kick that caught Zadkiel across the face, splitting his lip and sending blood spraying into the air.
Zadkiel spat blood, wiping his mouth with a smirk as he summoned a horde of shadow clones, each one identical to him, all armed with swords. They attacked at lightning speed, but Alexander moved faster, tearing through them with inhuman precision. He crushed skulls with his bare hands, incinerated them with his black flames, and snatched their swords to impale one clone after another. The brutality of his movements was relentless, his every action fueled by a burning rage.
Within moments, all the shadow clones lay in pieces, their blood staining the battlefield.
**Zadkiel's Desperate Move: Time Manipulation**
As the last clone fell, Zadkiel made his move. His eyes glowed with a sinister light as he gripped a sword from one of his fallen clones. With a sudden gesture, he froze time around Alexander.
Everything went still. Alexander was frozen in place, unaware of the trap laid before him. Zadkiel grinned maliciously, moving with supernatural speed as he slashed at Alexander a hundred times in the blink of an eye. Each strike was precise, aimed to cripple and kill. Zadkiel's sword cut deep into Alexander's body, carving into his flesh with savage precision.
Zadkiel smirked, confident in his victory, as he prepared to let time resume, fully expecting his attacks to overwhelm Alexander.
**The Impossible Dodge**
But the moment time resumed, something incredible happened. Before a single cut could land, Alexander's body shifted, his movements blurring with impossible speed. He dodged every single attack, moving faster than even Zadkiel's time-altering strikes could touch him. In the span of less than a second, Alexander had evaded a hundred fatal cuts with a precision that left Zadkiel stunned.
"How—?" Zadkiel's voice trembled with disbelief.
But Alexander didn't respond. His demonic eyes burned with black fire as he clenched his fists once more, his killing intent radiating in waves. Without a moment's pause, he charged again, his body now moving like a blur as he closed the distance between them.
Alexander moved like a whirlwind, his body blurring as he circled Zadkiel at an unfathomable speed. Each step was silent, each movement a calculated strike. Zadkiel barely had time to comprehend the sheer velocity of Alexander's assault, his eyes wide with confusion and frustration.
**The Relentless Assault**
Before Zadkiel could react, Alexander unleashed a devastating barrage of punches and kicks, each one landing in rapid succession. He struck from every angle—Zadkiel's ribs cracked from a powerful punch, his jaw snapped to the side from a brutal uppercut, his legs buckled as Alexander delivered a vicious roundhouse kick to his knee. Zadkiel tried to retaliate, but each time he moved, another blow crashed into him, sending him reeling.
It was like being hit by a storm—unrelenting, brutal, and inescapable.
**Unseen Strikes**
Alexander's fists were a blur, so fast that Zadkiel couldn't even see them. Blood sprayed from Zadkiel's mouth as each punch connected with bone-shattering force. He swung his sword wildly, trying to land a blow, but it was useless. Alexander was everywhere and nowhere, his speed creating afterimages that danced around Zadkiel's vision.
The sound of bone breaking and flesh being torn filled the air as Alexander's relentless attack continued. Zadkiel's body was battered, his armor shattered under the sheer force of the onslaught. Every strike felt like a sledgehammer, and yet Alexander never slowed, his movements only becoming faster, more precise.
**Overwhelmed**
Zadkiel staggered, his once confident expression twisted into one of panic and desperation. He swung his sword again, only to be met with another brutal punch to his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs. A crushing kick to his side followed, sending him flying into the rubble of a nearby building, debris collapsing around him.
But Alexander wasn't done. Before Zadkiel could even register the pain, Alexander was upon him again, striking from all sides, his fists and feet moving so fast they seemed to blur into one continuous stream of violence.
**The Final Strike**
Zadkiel, now unable to defend himself, could only grunt in pain as Alexander's attacks tore through his defenses. Blood poured from his wounds, his body crumbling under the force. Alexander circled him one final time, his fists glowing with black fire as he prepared the final blow.
With a roar, Alexander delivered a crushing punch to Zadkiel's chest, the force of the impact creating a shockwave that rippled across the battlefield. Zadkiel was sent flying back, crashing into the ground with such force that the earth beneath him cracked and cratered.
Breathing heavily, Alexander stood over him, his body still ablaze with black flames, his eyes glowing with pure rage. Zadkiel, broken and bloodied, struggled to rise, his body failing him.
The battle, it seemed, was nearing its end.
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