"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 299: Hundred-Fold Gravity Fist
Compared to the giant Gandoma, Xuelan's slender frame was like a child's—her fist, tiny and pale, collided with his, a mountain of knuckles.
BOOM!
The shockwave tore through the ground, earth collapsing beneath their feet.
Gandoma staggered back, the impact forcing him to retreat several steps. Xuelan scraped a long, jagged line across the battlefield before finally stopping, her arms quivering.
Her heart hammered. That brute's strength was monstrous.
But she didn't hesitate. Digging in her heel, Xuelan launched herself at him again, body a blur of motion. Gandoma's size and power were overwhelming, but his bulk made him slow—Xuelan darted circles around him.
He swung a massive fist, aiming to block her charge. Xuelan feinted, planted one hand, and kicked hard into his abdomen.
Her own Rook strength was nothing to scoff at—the force rippled through Gandoma, a shockwave exploding out his back. Anyone else would have been pulp, but Gandoma only grunted, barely flinching.
Before he could counter, Xuelan flipped away, putting distance between them.
Staring at the giant—his sheer size, his brute force, his absurd defense—Xuelan grimaced.
"What a monster…"
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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Above, massive fireballs streaked across the sky, detonating on the ruined earth.
"Haah!"
Isabella finally caught an opening and rocketed forward, fist smashing into Ladora's dragon-scaled chest.
Dragons were legendary for their physical might, and Ladora's transformation had made him a living fortress. Isabella's punch felt like slamming into steel—pain shot up her arm.
"ROAR!"
"Aah!"
Ladora's tail whipped out, sending Isabella crashing into the ground. Blood trickled from her mouth, but she didn't stay down. Gritting her teeth, she leapt up again, refusing to yield.
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Meanwhile, outside the battlefield, the commentary continued:
"What a spectacular match, Governor Azazel. Any thoughts?"
"Sairaorg's Rooks are a nightmare—strength, size, total dominance."
"Agreed. Ladora and Gandoma almost seem unfair. Xuelan and Isabella are truly unlucky to face them."
"Tsk, tsk. Beauty versus beast—classic drama. Half the crowd's losing their minds down there."
"Cough, cough. Governor Azazel, these are devils, not beasts, and this is an official match. Let's keep it appropriate."
"Just teasing. Still, those girls won't go down easy—I can feel it."
"Are you saying Xuelan and Isabella might win?"
"Never count anyone out until the last second. That's what makes the Rating Game so damn fun."
"Plus, they're Tenra Kamiyo's peerage. That kid's called the Phoenix Miracle for a reason—always pulling off the impossible. His servants might just do the same."
"High praise, Governor. Let's see what happens!"
Inside the alternate space, Xuelan and Isabella couldn't hear Azazel's faith in them. All they could do was fight with everything they had. Rooks were meant for power and defense—but their enemies were monsters in both.
Isabella hovered in the air, gasping for breath. She'd lost count of how many times Ladora had sent her crashing down. Her face was streaked with blood, her body battered.
Fists clenched, frustration burning inside her. She knew—her own strength alone wasn't enough.
All that sweat, all that effort… was this really all she could do?
But she wouldn't quit. The battle wasn't over. And she still had Tenra's gift—his Sacred Gear.
"Haah!"
Magic surged. Isabella charged again, activating the power Tenra had bestowed—her Sacred Gear: Giant's Mischief.
[Giant's Mischief]—with every attack, she could trigger explosions, multiplying her offensive power several times over.
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"
A thunderous blast erupted as her fist landed, and Ladora roared in agony. Isabella's eyes flashed—she'd hurt him. Tenra's power could turn the tide.
"OOOOHHHH!"
The crowd outside exploded in cheers. Azazel smiled from the VIP seats.
"See? The counterattack begins."
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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
On the ground, Xuelan and Gandoma's duel raged on.
Gandoma chased her like a prehistoric beast, each punch carving new craters in the earth. For once, Xuelan didn't rely on brute force. She dodged, twisted, and danced around his attacks.
No way she'd trade blows with that monster every time—she'd be flattened in seconds.
But just running wouldn't win the fight. Maybe she could wear him out, but Isabella needed her help sooner than that.
She saw Isabella unleashing her Sacred Gear, barely holding her own. Time was running out.
Xuelan took a deep breath, eyes blazing with resolve. She clenched her fists, settling into her stance.
Gandoma rumbled, "You're done running?"
"Yeah. No more dodging. Come get me," Xuelan replied, voice cold.
Gandoma's lips split in a grin, flashing huge white teeth.
"Good. That's how I like it."
No mercy for beauty. He charged, a living tank, stomping toward her.
Under the crowd's breathless gaze, Xuelan and Gandoma collided in a flurry of meteor punches.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground shattered with every strike. Xuelan met every punch head-on—her small fists somehow matching Gandoma's monstrous power.
"One punch… two… three…"
Teeth gritted, eyes wild—Xuelan counted each collision in her head.
Each blow could crush a car, pulverize stone. They traded a hundred punches in rapid succession.
"Aaah!"
Finally, Xuelan's strength failed. She screamed, sent flying, crashing hard into the earth.
Gandoma halted, voice rumbling:
"Fun fight. But you're not my match."
Xuelan struggled to her feet, hands shaking, but a triumphant smile broke through her exhaustion.
Gandoma frowned, confusion flickering in his eyes. He wasn't the thinking type, but if she wasn't giving up, he'd keep fighting.
He took a step forward—then suddenly collapsed, body sinking as if the ground couldn't bear his weight.
"My… my body's so heavy…"
He tried to push up, but collapsed again, face twisted in pain.
Xuelan strode over, voice steady:
"You've been hit by my 'Hundred-Fold Gravity Fist.' You're bearing a hundred times normal gravity now."
"Gravity… Sacred Gear…"
Gandoma's words slurred, blood seeping from his nose and mouth.
"That's right. Tenra's Sacred Gear—[Infinite Gravity]. Similar to your partner's, but mine's less restricted."
"Stop fighting. You've lost."
Tenra's Sacred Gear let Xuelan manipulate gravity around her. She'd barely begun to master it—so far, she could only multiply gravity a few times.
Against ordinary foes, that was enough. Against monsters like Gandoma, it barely mattered.
So she'd devised a new tactic—concentrate all her gravity manipulation into a single point, stacking it with every punch. Thus: the Hundred-Fold Gravity Fist.
Every strike added another layer of gravity. After trading a hundred blows, she'd stacked a hundred-fold burden on him.
It wasn't perfect—she had to land all hundred punches in a row. If interrupted, the effect vanished.
Not a Balance Breaker, but a hell of a move. Xuelan was confident—with time, she could refine it. Maybe even reach a thousand-fold, or more.
"I… I can still fight…"
Gandoma bled from nose and mouth, struggling to rise, only to collapse again.
Most people could withstand four or five times gravity. A hundred-fold? Even a demon like Gandoma couldn't handle that. He could lift a hundred times his own weight, but he couldn't survive a hundred times his own gravity.
Gravity crushed every cell. Blood vessels tore, organs strained. After several failed attempts, Gandoma finally went limp, unconscious.
"Another stunning reversal!"
"Lord Sairaorg's Rook—eliminated!"
The host's voice rang out, excitement crackling. Light flashed—Gandoma was teleported away.
Xuelan clenched her fists, exhilaration flooding her.
This was Tenra's gift—her strength made real.
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