Chapter 75: Unleash Asura!
He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing with raw panic across the crumbling reception hall, "Don’t you fucking dare!!"
Teon’s face was twisted in sheer horror as he watched the fiery golden flames erupt across Excalibur’s blade, realizing that a single strike from the holy weapon could incinerate the entire building and everyone trapped inside it.
Leon didn’t listen though, completely ignoring his father’s desperate scream as his sharp, black eyes locked onto his targets.
He opened his mouth and was about to say something to taunt the patriarch further, when a massive, reddish-brown arm suddenly came flying at him through the thick clouds of smoke and debris.
The first thing he saw through the haze was the huge, stone-like fist, hovering directly in his line of sight and about to slam straight into his head.
The raw pressure pushing ahead of the giant limb whistled sharply in his ears, threatening to crush his skull before he could even finish uttering a word.
Aegis immediately appeared before him in a flash of brilliant green energy, materializing instantaneously to stand between his face and the incoming volcanic fist.
As the fist suddenly came to a halt about a centimeter away from Aegis, the giant arm froze dead in its tracks.
Teon pulled back his attack at the last possible millisecond, forcefully halting the punch just short of making contact with Aegis before the shield’s reflective property could trigger.
It flew back to Teon at high speed, retreating through the ruined floor and floating steadily beside the guildmaster once again.
The man panted slightly, his forehead dripping with cold sweat as he carefully maintained control over his summoned constructs.
There were now four massive, reddish-brown arms floating at each side of him, making them eight in total.
The eight gigantic volcanic limbs hovered around Teon’s body like a terrifying, multi-armed elemental deity, their jagged red cracks glowing brightly with boiling magma energy that illuminated the dusty ruins of the headquarters.
Teon had a deep, bitter frown on his face, his hands clenched tightly into trembling fists at his sides as he evaluated his opponent.
His jaw was locked tight, his breathing heavy as he stared at Leon standing behind the radiant green shield.
He had already learned from the previous experience that landing an attack on Leon’s shield meant it bouncing back to him many times stronger.
He remembered how his own needle-like spikes had been reflected straight into his face with doubled speed and kinetic power, nearly shattering his thick stone fortification.
He certainly didn’t want what happened to him last time to happen again, so he made a firm mental note not to touch Leon’s shield no matter what.
He knew that recklessly throwing his elemental fists against that shield would only result in his own attack being turned directly against his own body.
This manner of fighting, though, was very annoying to an aggressive powerhouse like Teon, since it gave Leon such a huge, suffocating upper hand in the battle.
The guildmaster was forced to constantly hold back his punches, re-route his attacks mid-air, and second-guess every single offensive maneuver he made, completely ruining his usual overwhelming combat style.
Standing amidst the shattered marble and burning ruins of his own headquarters, Teon realized that breaking through his son’s absolute defense was going to be an agonizingly difficult task.
While he had to be extra careful with every single one of his attacks, Leon could still attack freely with that terrifying golden sword of his.
The massive disparity in freedom made Teon’s blood run cold, as he realized that any careless strike from his volcanic limbs could trigger a fatal reflection, while every swing from Leon carried enough holy, fiery pressure to split the entire building in two.
He was basically faced with a terrible, nightmare scenario, and he had to find a way to bypass that shield, lest he lose the fight entirely.
For an S-rank powerhouse who had dominated the hunter world for decades, being forced into a defensive corner inside his own guild headquarters was a deeply humiliating realization that made his jaw ache from grinding his teeth so hard.
Leon, on the other hand, smirked arrogantly as he looked across the ruined lobby at the eight floating volcanic constructs, saying, "Ho... so you finally revealed all eight hands of Asura."
His voice carried a mocking, casual tone that cut straight through the heavy, smoke-filled air, entirely unbothered by the overwhelming display of elemental power surrounding his father.
Teon gnashed his teeth in pure, uncontrolled rage, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at his son’s calm face, muttering under his breath, "You brat... what were you trying to do?"
He could feel the sheer, lethal intent radiating from the young man, realizing that Leon hadn’t just come to vent his anger—he had calculated every single move to push the guildmaster to his absolute limits.
Leon scoffed loudly, raising his chin as he looked down on the ruined room, saying, "What did it seem like? I was going to destroy the guild."
He didn’t bother hiding his intentions for a single second, speaking with the cold, absolute conviction of someone who viewed the entire Roaring Lions empire as nothing more than kindling waiting to be burned to ashes.
In truth, he had been slightly taken aback when Teon suddenly retracted his arm at the last possible millisecond right before hitting Aegis, realizing that his father wasn’t an S-rank player for nothing.
The man’s battle instincts and rapid adaptability were sharp enough to recognize the shield’s danger after just one encounter, proving that decades of dungeon combat had honed his reflexes to an extraordinary level.
That didn’t change much though, since he still held the absolute upper hand in this battle. With Aegis guarding his body against any direct counterattacks and Excalibur ready to unleash overwhelming destruction at a moment’s notice, Leon possessed total control over the pace and range of the entire engagement.
He pointed his blade directly at Teon, the edge still crackling violently with fiery golden flames that illuminated the thick dust, saying, "But those arms won’t be enough. Unleash it... unleash the full Asura!"
The holy fire flared outward with every word, sending another wave of intense heat sweeping across the shattered marble floor.
Teon shouted back at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing furiously through the collapsing structure, "Don’t get cocky, you foolish brat! Like hell I’ll fully unleash Asura against you!"
He stomped his foot onto the cracked ground, the eight giant reddish-brown arms surrounding him trembling violently as their red magma cracks glowed with unstable, boiling energy.
The name of his unique talent was Demonic Eight Arm Asura. It was a terrifying S-rank ability that had cemented Teon Allistar’s status as one of the most dominant powerhouses on the entire continent, striking absolute fear into the hearts of both monsters and human rivals alike whenever he stepped onto a battlefield.
It was an S-rank talent that allowed him to summon the Demonic Asura, a gigantic, monstrous entity possessing eight towering arms made of solid volcanic stone and boiling magma.
When fully manifested, the titan towered over entire city blocks, capable of crushing mountains, tearing through high-rank dungeon bosses, and flattening entire armies beneath its colossal fists.
Summoning the full Asura was usually extremely draining on his mana reserves, and it caused far too much catastrophic damage to the surroundings whenever it appeared.
Because of its vast destruction, Teon almost always restricted himself to summoning its massive arms alone, using a fraction of the power to handle his opponents without turning the entire landscape into a crater.
In this case, he was still desperately trying to salvage the headquarters building, which was so precious to him and had cost decades of wealth and political influence to establish.
The Roaring Lions building was the ultimate symbol of his supreme legacy, and he was entirely unwilling to completely obliterate it by unleashing the massive form of the full Asura inside the lobby.
There was also his deep, stubborn pride, which strongly fought against the absurd idea of unleashing the full power of Asura against his own son.
Despite the terrifying strength Leon had just displayed, Teon’s ego refused to accept reality, still regarding the boy as a foolish outcast who was fundamentally beneath him in every conceivable way.
He stared at Leon through the thick haze of rising dust, his jaw clenching tightly as he thought, ’It’s been years since I last unleashed Asura... why the hell would I do so against this brat! Eight arms... these should do it.’
He firmly believed that using all eight floating volcanic limbs at once would be more than enough to overwhelm the boy without needing to summon the entire mountain-sized titan.
He raised his voice, his deep roar echoing off the shattered, metallic walls as he shouted, "Why don’t we take this outside, Leon... somewhere far from here, and fight like men, like father and son!"
He gestured toward the gaping hole in the front entrance, attempting to appeal to some lingering sense of honor or familial bond to move the battle to an open field.
Leon shouted back without a single moment of hesitation, his sharp voice slicing through the air like a cold blade as he yelled, "I refuse! You still don’t get it, do you? I’m here to destroy this place, to raze it to the ground along with everything you’ve achieved!"
His dark eyes burned with an unforgiving, cold fury, refusing to give his father even a single inch of leeway as the golden flames on Excalibur flared to life once more.