Capítulo 34: THe Voice
The battlefield was still charged with the aftermath of the Hell Head's destruction. Seiji stood tall, his glowing form a stark contrast to the burning ruins around him. The demon, his expression twisted with delight, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A surge of energy shot through the ground, shaking the earth beneath them.
"I have to say, mortal," the demon began, his voice dark and teasing, "you've managed to surprise me. But how long can you keep up this little charade of yours?"
Seiji smirked and brushed dust off his shoulder. "Long enough to put you in your place."
Without another word, the two surged toward each other, their speeds creating gusts of wind that ripped through the battlefield. The first clash came swift and sharp—a perfectly aimed punch from Seiji that the demon parried with his forearm. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, creating cracks that spiraled outward.
The demon retaliated with a spinning kick, his leg ignited with a faint dark aura. Seiji ducked, narrowly avoiding the strike, and countered with a sweeping blow aimed at the demon's midsection. The demon caught Seiji's wrist mid-strike, grinning as he attempted to twist it, but Seiji used the momentum to spin and deliver a backhanded blow to the demon's face.
CRACK! The demon's head snapped to the side but immediately turned back, his grin never faltering. "Not bad," he muttered, licking the blood from his lip.
The fight escalated as Seiji and the demon traded a flurry of blows. Each strike from Seiji carried the precision and grace of a seasoned warrior, while the demon's counters were wild yet calculated, his movements unpredictable and fluid.
Seiji ducked under another roundhouse kick and retaliated with a knee strike to the demon's chest, sending him skidding backward. The demon planted his feet and, with a burst of energy, launched himself forward again. He unleashed a rapid series of strikes, his fists moving like blurs. Seiji blocked most of them but took a few glancing hits to his ribs and shoulder, each blow leaving a faint burn mark.
As their movements became faster and more intense, the ground beneath them began to crumble, unable to withstand the sheer force of their battle. The air around them vibrated with energy as they exchanged blows—punch for punch, kick for kick.
Seiji finally saw an opening and sent a powerful uppercut toward the demon's chin. The demon leaned back just enough to avoid the hit and twisted in mid-air, delivering a spinning elbow that caught Seiji on the jaw, sending him staggering backward.
"You're tough, old man," the demon mocked, landing lightly on his feet. "But let's see how you handle this."
The demon stepped back, his hands rising as he began to chant in a dark, guttural tone. The air around him grew heavy, thick with a dark aura that pulsed with unimaginable energy. Seiji narrowed his eyes, immediately recognizing the buildup of power. The demon raised his hand to the sky, drawing energy from nine distant planets, each one glowing faintly in the heavens above.
The energy swirled and converged, forming a blazing orb of immense power on the demon's arm. The orb pulsated, its surface crackling with raw, chaotic energy. The demon grinned, his voice laced with malice.
"This," the demon said, "is my Planetary Baam. You should feel honored, Seiji. Not many get to see it up close."
Seiji's eyes widened as he realized the destructive potential of the technique. The demon hurled the orb with a violent thrust, sending it careening toward Seiji at breakneck speed. The ground cracked and shattered under its sheer force, and the very air seemed to scream as it tore through the battlefield.
Knowing the destruction would annihilate everything in the pit, including the frozen figures of Rebekah, Madagascar, and the crowd, Seiji made a quick decision. He closed his eyes and muttered under his breath, his voice steady and firm.
"Voice Command."
The marks on Seiji's body glowed brightly, each one radiating divine energy as his voice resonated across the battlefield. In an instant, the entire area shimmered, and every frozen figure—the crowd, Madagascar, and Rebekah—vanished, transported safely to the heart of the city.
The Planetary Baam struck the spot where Seiji stood, unleashing a catastrophic explosion. Seiji raised his hands, summoning a massive barrier powered by the 32 Marks of God. The barrier shimmered with golden light, holding back the incredible force of the blast. The explosion tore through the pit, obliterating the massive structure and reducing it to rubble. The once-grand stadium-sized arena now lay in ruins, a smoldering crater in its place.
Despite the barrier's strength, the force of the explosion pushed Seiji to his limits. His body trembled under the strain, and blood trickled down the side of his mouth. He gritted his teeth, holding the barrier steady until the blast finally subsided.
As the smoke cleared, the pit was nothing more than a desolate wasteland, scorched and broken. Seiji stood in the center, breathing heavily, his body battered but still standing. The glowing marks on his body flickered, and he fell to one knee, weakened by the immense energy he had expended.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Jin's body lying motionless, the chains around his subconscious mind shattered by the Voice Command. The demon within Jin had been subdued, and his human form now lay unconscious on the ground.
Seiji glanced toward the Jin , who laid a short distance away, his expression a mix of satisfaction and intrigue. The demon clapped slowly, from within jin this time.
"Well played, mortal," the demon said, his voice laced with mockery. "You're full of surprises. Let's see, I hope to meet you at my fullest form and by then you can manifest the full potential of the marks"
Seiji wiped the blood from his mouth and stood tall once more, his resolve unshaken. "Well Jin You're truly carrying something crazy"
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