"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 258: Power That Inspires Despair
Sairaorg emerged from the blinding light, his transformation complete.
Golden armor enveloped him head to toe, a regal mane cascading from the back of his helmet like a lion's. The breastplate bore a fierce lion's visage, its eyes burning with uncanny life. Sairaorg had become the Lion King incarnate, his presence swelling with primal force.
"This is the Lion King's Invincible Hide—my Balance Breaker," he declared, voice resonant. "You've pushed me harder than anyone, Draconis Yi. Now I'll fight with everything I've got."
His battle spirit radiated, almost tangible. "Come at me with your full strength!"
"Gladly," Draconis Yi replied, his magic surging like a tidal wave. Power flooded his veins and spilled outward, the Regalia Blade slicing through the air in a devastating arc.
Sword and armor met with the force of a comet slamming into earth—a flash of blinding light, a shockwave that shattered the arena floor. Sairaorg's Sacred Gear absorbed the blow, holding firm against the onslaught.
Draconis Yi pressed forward, his sword infused with monstrous power, each strike faster and heavier than the last. Sairaorg met him head-on, fists colliding with blade, refusing to yield.
A cyclone of pressure whipped around them, the battlefield battered by their speed and ferocity. Rias and the others could only retreat, exchanging wry glances—they knew the two were utterly lost in the thrill of battle.
Draconis Yi reveled in the fight. Even without unleashing his full power, he dominated the exchange, relying on pure magic and basic swordplay. No tricks, no desperation—just the joy of matching strength against strength.
He seized the chance to test himself, searching for flaws and bad habits that only true combat could reveal.
And Sairaorg felt it. Draconis Yi's attacks grew sharper, more precise—openings that once existed vanished. If he'd found opportunities to counterattack before, now he was forced onto the defensive, scrambling just to keep up.
"There's something strange about him!" Regulus warned, its voice echoing in Sairaorg's mind.
Even the Sacred Gear sensed it: Draconis Yi's rhythm had changed, his offense relentless and flawless. Every strike seemed to lock onto Sairaorg's vitals, impossible to dodge, impossible to parry.
Sairaorg tried to break away, accelerating, but Draconis Yi's blade tracked him with uncanny precision.
He braced himself, hoping to retaliate, but every time he absorbed a blow, Draconis Yi was already moving, another sword coming for him before he could recover.
The relentless pressure was suffocating.
Draconis Yi lost himself in the flow, his attacks chaining together in an endless stream. Each slash was perfect, each aimed at a weakness Sairaorg didn't even know he had.
Sairaorg felt like a living whetstone—his only role now was to endure, to block, to survive as Draconis Yi's skill grew with every exchange.
And Draconis Yi felt something new—a sense that Absolute Dominion was expanding, not just over his own body but the entire space around him. He could sense every shift, every change, every flicker of Sairaorg's energy.
He knew, instinctively, where to strike next. Side of the waist—weakest point.
Bang!
Sairaorg couldn't react in time. The blade slammed into his flank, golden armor ringing, force reverberating deep into his body, his face flushing with pain.
Suddenly, Sairaorg's vulnerabilities multiplied—lower body, left elbow, right shoulder. Draconis Yi's awareness encompassed everything, even the flow of air. His Dominion had become a true domain, his attacks impossibly precise, each blow targeting the spot that would hurt most.
The audience was stunned. On the broadcast, Draconis Yi's dominance was absolute. Sairaorg could only defend, and even that was slipping—blood spattered the ground from what looked like effortless strikes.
Draconis Yi seemed to float, his swordplay almost casual, yet every blow split the earth and threatened to break Sairaorg apart.
Spectators watched, breath held.
"Sairaorg can't possibly survive this, can he?"
The armor absorbed the worst of the impact, but each strike sent shockwaves deep into Sairaorg's body. He was battered, shaken, his strength waning.
"…This is just brutal. Sairaorg-sama is getting pummeled out there."
Helplessness swept through the crowd. How could anyone be this strong?
"Unbelievable talent—he's developing new techniques mid-fight." Even Ajuka Beelzebub, one of the Four Great Maou, was visibly moved.
He saw it clearly: Draconis Yi's current state was extraordinary. Against an equal, this kind of offense would mean certain defeat for the opponent.
Boom!
A thunderous blow sent Sairaorg sprawling, crashing hard to the ground.
His body trembled.
He realized, with shock, that his strength was failing. Under Draconis Yi's relentless assault, his defenses felt pitifully weak.
What's wrong with my legs… Why are they shaking…?
It's not over. I'm still fighting.
Sairaorg screamed inside, refusing to accept defeat.
He forced himself upright, planting his feet.
I can keep going. I'll find a way to win.
Clinging to that belief, Sairaorg's fighting spirit blazed anew, his aura warping the very air around him.
He pushed himself higher, refusing to give in.
Draconis Yi watched, admiration in his eyes.
Magnificent, Sairaorg…
His spirit was truly inspiring.
But… I'm still stronger.
Truthfully, his power eclipsed Sairaorg's by too wide a margin. He was bullying him now—especially after just grasping a new facet of Absolute Dominion.
No one could have predicted that a single battle would yield such insight.
In the end, it wasn't just his power—Draconis Yi's talent was the real monster here.
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