Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 388: It’s getting good!

The thunder roared.

Strax moved first. The air exploded behind him as his feet pushed the ground with absurd force, leaving the earth cracked. He propelled himself towards Barak like a falling meteor, his fists charged with pure elemental energy. His body was a storm of imminent destruction.

Barak just smiled, slapping the golden axe on his shoulder. "Quick. But I've seen this before."

The axe glowed in violet flames as he turned it, preparing to strike. The impact came in an instant.

BOOM!

Strax's first punch hit the axe with seismic force, and the collision generated a shockwave so powerful that it ripped trees from their roots and opened a crater several meters around them. The earth shook beneath the two warriors.

Barak was dragged back a few meters, but he was still smiling. "Not bad, kid. Now it's my turn."

Before Strax could react, Barak turned his body and landed a brutal knee to his ribcage. A dry crack echoed, followed by a grunt of pain. Strax was thrown high into the air, but before he could regain control, Barak was already there, slicing the air with his axe.

The blade flared into an unholy flame as it tore through Strax's side. The heat seared through flesh, burning tissue and bone. Strax gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain, and gripped the handle of the weapon with both hands.

"Tsk, the audacity of you to want to hold my weapon!"

Barak pulled the axe back with absurd force, but Strax took advantage of the momentum to spin in the air and land a flaming kick to the general's face. Barak's head tilted to the side, but instead of staggering, he laughed.

"That was good! But it has to be better!"

Strax landed on his feet, sliding backwards. Blood dripped from his wound, and his breathing was heavy. The difference between them was absurd. But he wouldn't back down.

Lightning crackled around him. The earth beneath his feet froze and cracked as an invisible force propelled him forward.

Barak just spread his arms. "Come on, show me more!"

Strax disappeared.

In an instant, he was in front of Barak, a punch aimed directly at his chest. The general moved to block, but it was a feint. Strax's fist deflected at the last second and struck Barak's flank with brutal force. The impact made the air around them distort.

With no time to recover, Strax slid back and fired a Void Slash with his free hand. A blade of compressed energy sliced through the air and hit Barak directly in the shoulder, splitting flesh and bone. Blood spurted out.

But Barak just laughed.

His shoulder regenerated instantly.

Strax gritted his teeth. "...Son of a bitch."

Barak flexed his shoulder, feeling the flesh reform. "Ahhh... I was tense. That was a good stretch!"

He spun his axe and attacked. Strax blocked with both hands, but the impact was so overwhelming that his body smashed into the ground, creating a new crater.

Barak didn't stop. He moved with absurd speed and kicked Strax in the chest, sinking him further into the earth. Strax's body bounced off the ground like a rubber ball, breaking rocks and knocking down trees.

But before Barak could continue his attack, something tugged at him.

Blood?

The scarlet liquid on the floor squirmed and clung to his ankles like living chains. Strax's Blood Manipulation.

And then all hell broke loose.

Strax appeared above him, surrounded by spectral blue flames. His hands formed quick seals and he roared:

"Celestial Rupture Explosion!"

Barak had only a second to react before a sphere of pure destructive energy exploded in his face. The shockwave engulfed everything around it, tearing up the ground and throwing debris into the sky.

When the dust cleared, Strax landed, panting. His vision was blurred. His body burned from the inside out.

And then, a shadow emerged from the flames.

"That hurt. That REALLY HURT!"

Barak emerged from the crater, his body in living flesh but already regenerating. His face displayed a crazed smile.

"Kid, I'm starting to like you!"

Strax spat blood. His body protested, his lungs burned, but he refused to fall.

"The problem, Strax..." Barak raised his axe. "You're not strong enough."

Barak moved with absolute speed.

Strax tried to react, but felt the violent blade cut into his flesh. The world spun as he was thrown through the air like a rag doll.

The impact came hard and dry. Blood dripped from his mouth.

He tried to get up, but his body wouldn't respond.

Barak walked over to him, slamming his axe into his shoulder, his eyes blazing with a thirst for a fight.

"Get up, boy. We're not done yet."

Strax spat out more blood, his vision blurred and his muscles burning with pain. His body insisted on not moving the way he wanted it to. But he couldn't stop. Not now.

Barak approached with slow steps, savoring every moment. The general twirled his axe on his shoulder, letting the violet flames dance in the air. His smile was a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

"I'll ask you just one more time, boy..." Barak stopped in front of Strax and tilted his head. "Are you going to give up or are you going to give me more fun?"

Strax clenched his fists. His pride roared. He wouldn't give up. Not ever.

Taking a deep breath, he channeled every shred of mana he still had. The spectral flames around him glowed brighter, writhing like hungry serpents. Strax's eyes burned with unwavering determination.

"Give up?" He spat to the side and looked up. "Only when you're dead."

Barak laughed. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT!"

The general raised his axe and came down hard, aiming to break Strax in half. But at the last second, the ground beneath Strax exploded in a combustion of energy, propelling his body sideways. The axe hit the ground, cracking the earth to a devastating extent.

Before Barak could react, Strax appeared at his side, his fist engulfed in flames of pure destructive power. He struck straight into the general's side, the impact reverberating like thunder. Barak was thrown backwards, his feet tearing up the ground as he tried to regain his balance.

But Strax didn't stop.

Seizing the moment, he rushed forward like a storm. His body moved with absolute precision. He spun around, landing a kick to Barak's jaw, followed by an overwhelming sequence of punches and power cuts.

Barak blocked some attacks, but others hit hard. With each blow, his body regenerated quickly, but the pain was there. And, above all, Strax was getting faster. More ferocious.

"Hah! This is GETTING GOOD!" Barak roared, ignoring his injuries and countering with a diagonal slash.

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Strax dodged by a hair and countered with an explosive palm straight into his enemy's chest. The resulting explosion opened a colossal crater and sent Barak sprawling through the air.

But instead of falling, Barak twisted his body in the air and landed on his feet, driving his axe into the ground. His burnt and torn flesh regenerated in an instant, muscles rebuilding, bones realigning themselves with grotesque sounds. He smiled, his eyes shining with pure elation.

"That's it. Let's keep going!"

Strax gasped, his chest rising and falling erratically. His whole body throbbed in pain, his limbs heavy as lead. The difference in power between them was an unbridgeable chasm. Barak wasn't just strong - he was an inexhaustible monster.

But backing down was not an option.

He closed his eyes for a moment, immersing himself in his own flow of energy. His blood boiled. His mana trembled, chaotic. His anger burned hotter than ever. Then, in the midst of this maelstrom, something awoke.

His eyes opened. Blue flames danced in his irises.

Barak raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Oh? That's new."

Before he could react, Strax moved.

No. He disappeared.

Thunder rumbled.

The impact came without warning. A brutal punch crashed into Barak's face, launching him dozens of meters. But before he could regain his balance, Strax was already upon him.

A storm of blows.

Each punch was like a meteor. Each kick, like a blade cutting through the very air. Slashes of energy tore through the earth, pulverizing rocks, shattering trees. The ground shattered beneath his feet, distant mountains trembled with the destructive pressure.

Barak roared, trying to counterattack, but Strax gave him no room. He dodged, anticipated, attacked without hesitation.

And then came the final blow.

Strax gathered everything he had left inside him. Fire and thunder swirled around him, converging in his fists. A devastating glow lit up the battlefield.

He raised both hands, uniting all his strength in a single attack.

"GET OUT!"

And down he went.

BOOOOOOOM!

The impact was cataclysmic.

The earth exploded in all directions. Devastating shockwaves engulfed the battlefield, eradicating everything in a colossal radius. Dust rose into the sky like an apocalyptic veil.

Silence reigned.

Strax fell to his knees, his arms as heavy as lead. His body was at its limit. Blood dripped from his mouth.

He looked at the monumental crater before him.

Nothing.

No sign of Barak.

Did he win...?

Then the dust cleared.

And there, in the center of the destruction, a silhouette rose up.

Barak.

Wounded, bloodied, but standing.

And smiling.

"Kid..." His voice was a mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy. "That was INSANE!"

Strax's eyes widened.

Before he could react, Barak lunged forward.

And the world went dark.