Chapter 72: S-rank power!
"Did you think I was just ’asking’ you to come back to the guild? Wrong, Leon! It’s an order!" he said, glaring at Leon.
As soon as he finished speaking, Leon charged forward, his figure vanishing completely in the eyes of the terrified players standing around the room.
The sheer speed of his movement created an sonic pop in the air, leaving behind only a faint, blurry shadow where he had been standing a microsecond prior.
None of the players could even track his movement with their eyes as he closed the distance.
He instantly reappeared directly in front of Teon, with Excalibur fully unleashed in his grip, revealing its brilliant golden blade to the world.
He swung the massive golden blade straight down at Teon’s head with all the strength he could possibly muster.
A large, reddish-brown hand made of dense elemental magic immediately appeared in front of Teon, rushing upward to block the descending holy blade.
The massive, stone-like fist materialized just in time to catch the glowing sword, acting like a barrier to shield the S-rank player from the lethal strike.
A powerful shockwave burst out from the collision of the two forces, ripping across the floor in an instant.
It blasted outward in a expanding circle, immediately flinging Leon’s mother violently through the air, as well as sending every single player and staff member on the floor flying backward into the walls like ragdolls.
The terrifying shockwave continued to expand, instantly shattering every single glass display, window, and wall panel into millions of sharp fragments.
The concrete floor caved in beneath them, and long, spider-webbing cracks spread rapidly across the tall ceiling, raining dust and heavy debris down onto the floor before the shockwave finally came to a stop.
Teon’s face was frozen in horror as he looked at the collision, his previous arrogance vanishing in a second.
He watched with wide, disbelieving eyes as the large, reddish-brown hand trembled violently under the overwhelming weight of Leon’s strike, its dense structure cracking and groaning as it barely held back the golden blade.
’This power... isn’t A-rank! I-it’s S-rank?!’ he thought, his mind racing in panic.
The sheer numerical force behind the attack defied everything he knew about the world, proving that his exiled son had somehow reached the pinnacle of strength in this world.
He quickly leapt backward, retreating several meters across the ruined marble floor to escape the danger zone.
Immediately he distanced himself, Leon’s sword cleaved straight through the massive reddish-brown hand, slicing it in half as if it were made of paper.
The sliced pieces of the hand exploded, raining down on the ruined marble floor like heavy pebbles before disintegrating into loose particles of mana that dissolved into thin air.
Teon’s body shivered in horror as he stared at the spot where his magic had just been obliterated.
His breath caught in his throat, his chest heaving as he thought, ’Asura’s hand hasn’t been broken by anyone... apart from that other bastard.’
The realization that his S-rank defensive had been so effortlessly breached by his own exiled son sent a chilling spike of fear straight through his heart.
He turned his head around, looking at the wall behind him that now had a massive, deep gash extending all the way up to the cracked ceiling.
The clean, terrifying cut sliced straight through the reinforced steel frames and heavy stone, exposing the wiring and interior layers of the building as if a giant invisible blade had torn through the fortress.
Beads of cold sweat pooled heavily on his forehead, trickling down his pale face as he evaluated the sheer destruction left behind by the attack.
He stared at the ruined architecture, his mind racing as he thought in terror, ’That’s only from him swinging the sword?!’
The realization that the devastating environmental damage was caused merely by the residual air pressure of the swing, rather than a direct physical hit, made his blood run completely cold.
Teon turned his head sharply to the side, where the trembling figure of his wife laid buried deep within the crumbled wall.
The violent shockwave from the sudden collision had blasted her straight across the air, embedding her heavy body into the reinforced concrete like a broken doll amidst a pile of shattered tiles and fallen plaster.
She coughed weakly, a thick cloud of dust erupting from her lips as she slowly pulled her battered frame out of the wall.
She groaned in pain, her limbs shaking uncontrollably as she dragged herself out of the crater, struggling to stand on her feet among the sharp debris scattered across the floor.
Her long blonde hair and heavy makeup were now completely ruined and stained with thick layers of grey dust and sweat, making her look like a fat, old hag.
All her previous elegance, wealth, and high-status polish had been completely erased in a single second, leaving behind a pathetic, trembling figure who looked completely broken by the sudden wave of violence.
Teon shook violently with an explosive surge of anger, his veins bulging along his neck as he turned his furious gaze back toward Leon.
He pointed a trembling finger at his son, his voice booming through the dusty floor as he shouted, "How dare you lay a hand on my wife?! Your mother?!"
Leon scoffed loudly in pure contempt, his sharp black eyes glowing with cold indifference as he looked down at his ruined family.
He held Excalibur steadily at his side, his voice slicing through the air without as he said, "If I had really laid a hand on her, she would be dead by now."
Teon gnashed his teeth in fury, his jaw locking tight as a dark, lethal aura erupted from his body and swept across the reception.
He glared at his son with anger, muttering under his breath, "So that’s how it’s going to be... you’re refusing my offer of peace, and choosing to destroy my precious guild instead... well, I’ll like to see you try."