My Pervert Sytem

He raised his massive right fist pulling it back as the raw magical power fiercely condensed around his knuckles creating a highly volatile glowing sphere of pure destructive force.

"I don’t die easy," Leon whispered chillingly.

He stepped into the charge violently thrusting his glowing right fist forward to meet the incoming lethal shadow spear in a highly suicidal head on collision.

The sheer monumental impact of Leon’s glowing right fist colliding with the highly compressed black shadow spear generated a concussive shockwave that defied all natural laws of physics.

The grand ballroom of the imperial palace violently shook as if a massive subterranean earthquake had suddenly ruptured directly beneath the indestructible white starstone arena.

A blinding sphere of pure white kinetic energy aggressively clashed against the swirling vortex of corrosive dark mana creating a highly volatile epicenter of raw destructive power.

The deafening screech of tearing spatial fabric echoed through the towering crystal pillars forcing the wealthy nobles sitting in the front rows to cover their ears and scream in pure unadulterated terror.

Leon gritted his teeth as a searing agonizing heat rapidly crawled up his right arm.

He heavily felt the terrifying backlash of his new Kinetic Overload skill actively burning away his physical vitality to fuel the impossible magical output.

The Tier One Grandmaster possessed a monstrous reserve of refined dark aura that continuously fed the massive shadow spear attempting to aggressively bore a hole straight through Leon’s knuckles.

"You cannot defeat a true Grandmaster with brute force!" the Syndicate killer roared his slender face twisting into a mask of pure desperate rage.

The assassin rapidly channeled more dark mist into the lethal attack causing the black spear to violently spin like a massive magical drill.

The corrosive aura chewed aggressively at the edges of Leon’s Mana Skin violently flaying the tailored sleeve of his dark suit jacket into bloody ribbons.

Leon felt the bones in his right forearm groaning under the astronomical crushing pressure.

He was rapidly losing ground as his heavy leather boots were slowly forced backward carving deep smoking trenches into the shattered starstone floor.

The dense kinetic barrier protecting his fist began to flicker and crack threatening to instantly shatter and leave him violently exposed to the lethal shadow magic.

He refused to take a single step backward in front of the woman he served.

Leon let out a dark feral growl deeply tapping into his expanded magical core and aggressively routing every single drop of his one hundred and fifty five points of Mana directly into his Vanguard Foundation Breathing technique.

He intentionally forcefully bypassed his own natural physical limits pushing his massive two hundred and fifty points of Strength into a highly dangerous state of pure muscular overdrive.

"I do not need refined magic to break you," Leon whispered chillingly his deep magnetic voice cutting fiercely through the deafening roar of the magical collision. "I just need a heavier punch."

He violently twisted his hips and forcefully poured the remainder of his internal kinetic energy directly into his glowing right fist causing the pure white sphere of raw force to suddenly aggressively expand into a massive blinding nova.

The astronomical surge of raw physical violence forcefully overwhelmed the highly refined dark magic.

The massive shadow spear violently shuddered before loudly loudly shattering into a million harmless wisps of gray smoke.

The killer’s dead emotionless eyes widened in sheer horrifying disbelief as he watched his ultimate magical manifestation effortlessly crumble under the terrifying weight of a magicless brute.

Leon did not stop his forward momentum.

His glowing fist tore directly through the dissipating shadows and slammed heavily into the center of the assassin’s chest with the unstoppable concussive force of a swinging mountain.

The sickening crunch of shattering ribs echoed violently through the silent ballroom.

The Tier One Grandmaster was violently launched backward rocketing through the air with terrifying velocity until his slender body slammed forcefully into the glowing magical defensive barrier surrounding the fighting pit.

The heavy impact violently cracked the highly enchanted shield causing a massive web of glowing blue fractures to spread across the invisible wall.

The assassin slowly slid down the cracked barrier leaving a thick highly visible smear of dark blood behind him.

He collapsed onto the shattered starstone floor violently coughing up a massive mouthful of crimson liquid before his eyes rolled back into his head leaving him heavily unconscious and deeply broken.

The grand ballroom was plunged into a dead horrifying silence that felt incredibly heavy and deeply suffocating.

Hundreds of seasoned imperial knights and wealthy highborn elites stared in sheer blinding awe unable to process the impossible violent spectacle they had just witnessed.

A feral servant possessing zero formal lineage or visible aura had just barehandedly shattered the ultimate attack of a Tier One Grandmaster leaving the lethal killer heavily defeated in the dirt.

Leon stood in the center of the ruined arena panting heavily as dark blood dripped freely from his slashed shoulder and his highly abused right arm.

The pristine tailored suit he had purchased just hours ago was violently ruined hanging in bloody tatters around his broad heavily scarred chest.

He slowly lowered his bruised right fist deeply ignoring the burning agony flaring in his muscles thanks to his active Pain Suppression skill.

He casually reached down with his left hand and grabbed the hilt of his massive star iron greatsword hoisting the heavy dark weapon back onto his shoulder with a smooth predatory grace.

Leon turned his handsome face toward the VIP tables locking his dark intense eyes directly onto the Royal Chamberlain who was currently trembling violently behind the cracked magical barrier.

"I believe the exhibition is over Chamberlain," Leon announced his deep resonant voice echoing heavily through the massive quiet room. "Unless you have another hidden assassin hiding under your expensive table."

The heavy accusation hung dangerously in the air exposing the Chamberlain’s illegal political trap to the entire royal court while cementing House Sterling’s terrifying return to the capital stage.