Chapter 74: No one leaves!
The massive arc of concentrated holy energy cut through the air with a high-pitched, roaring sound that vibrated through the very foundation of the building.
The destructive Crescent Slash sliced through the thick reddish-brown wall like it was made of thin paper, cleanly dividing the volcanic stone in half without losing a single drop of its momentum.
The golden wave cleared the barrier in a microsecond, appearing directly in front of Teon’s face like the terrifying scythe of the grim reaper coming to claim his life.
Teon gnashed his teeth in frustration, the vein on his temple bulging as the golden crescent wave tore toward his chest.
However, thanks to his years of experience on the front lines of battle and in high-rank dungeons, he was able to regain his composure in an instant.
His seasoned combat instincts kicked in automatically, overriding his sudden shock and allowing him to command his elemental constructs with absolute precision before the lethal arc could split him in two.
The giant reddish-brown arms hovering by his side reacted immediately, crossing their massive forearms in front of the incoming slash to form a heavy X-shaped barricade.
The volcanic stone groaned under the sudden movement, and the jagged red cracks running from their elbows down to their fingers began trembling slightly as they prepared to absorb the overwhelming holy kinetic impact.
The golden slash struck them like a nuclear bomb, releasing an blinding flash of holy light that instantly illuminated the entire ruined reception hall.
The massive impact created a violent, deafening shockwave that slammed directly into the constructs, pushing the giant volcanic arms back a few meters and forcing Teon to dig his boots firmly into the marble floor to keep from being thrown off his feet.
Teon was completely shocked, his eyes wide with horror as he watched his legendary volcanic arms struggling desperately against a mere slash from Leon.
He had used these exact constructs to effortlessly crush high-level boss monsters and suppress entire guilds in the past, yet now they were creaking and groaning under the sheer pressure of a single ranged sword attack from his rejected son.
The red cracks along the forearms vibrated even more violently, glowing with a fierce, unstable crimson heat as the volcanic energy fought back against the golden magic.
With a desperate surge of Teon’s mana, the giant arms forcefully twisted their stance, deflecting the holy slash to the side where it spun away and crashed directly into the far reinforced wall instead.
A massive explosion of crackling golden lightning erupted the exact moment the slash made contact with the structure, sending thousands of volts of destructive energy surging wildly up into the ceiling.
The electric arc tore through the internal wiring, shattering the remaining lighting fixtures and sending a blinding wave of light tearing through the upper support pillars of the lobby.
Dense clouds of smoke and heavy concrete debris crashed down onto the floor with a series of thunderous thuds, as an even larger part of the guild building was completely wrecked by the collateral force.
Dust filled the air, making it nearly impossible to see, while chunks of shattered stone and metal frames littered the polished marble floor.
Teon felt like he could go insane right then and there, his breathing heavy and erratic as he watched his grand headquarters building fall apart like it was made of cheap plastic toys.
His hands shook with a mixture of mounting fear and boiling rage as he took in the sheer scale of the structural devastation occurring in a matter of seconds.
The walls of the Roaring Lions headquarters were actually heavily reinforced with special high-grade metals and enchanted materials, designed specifically to withstand attacks.
They were engineered to such an extreme standard that they wouldn’t go down even if a military bomb was detonated directly against them.
Yet, watching Leon casually tear through the fortress with simple sword swings made all that expensive engineering look completely useless.
The grand fortress that had stood for years as an untouchable symbol of power and corporate authority was being completely demolished from the inside out in a matter of minutes.
Even if he had any doubts in his mind before, he knew for sure now, that Leon’s power was really in the realm of S-rank! Teon stared at the ruined lobby with wide, disbelieving eyes, the cold truth crashing down on him like a tidal wave.
This wasn’t some lucky trick or temporary boost—his disgraced, exiled son had truly ascended to the absolute peak of human potential, wielding destructive energy that rivaled the top powerhouses of the continent.
He turned his head toward the rubble and shouted fiercely at one of the players lying around, coughing violently from the aftermath of the explosion, "You! Take everyone out now!"
He knew that if the lower-ranking members and support staff remained trapped inside the lobby, they would be utterly annihilated as collateral damage in the impending clash between two S-rank titans.
The player nodded frantically, scrambling to his knees in pure terror as he stretched a hand out toward the wounded guards to activate his talent.
His body shook uncontrollably from the suffocating pressure filling the room, desperate to escape the nightmare playing out before his eyes.
His hand suddenly fell to the ground, separated from his wrists with a clean, lightning-fast slash from Leon.
The sudden movement occurred in less than a fraction of a second, the golden blur cutting through the air before the player could even register what had happened or finish extending his arm.
The player shouted in agonizing pain, clutching his stubbed arm as he fell back onto the shattered floorboards.
Surprisingly, blood wasn’t even coming out of the severed limb, as the wound had been immediately cauterized by the intense, extreme heat radiating from the edge of Excalibur during the split-second swing.
Even in the thick, suffocating smoke surrounding the entire lobby floor, the golden blade of Excalibur was unmistakable, glowing like a miniature sun amidst the debris.
Holding the legendary weapon with absolute dominance was none other than Leon, standing tall in the center of the wreckage like an unstoppable god of slaughter.
He laughed loudly, the sharp, echoing sound bouncing off the cracked walls with chilling malice as he looked down at the cowering staff, saying, "No one leaves this place! I told you, didn’t I? I will burn down this guild, and everything within it!"
His black eyes burned with an unyielding, merciless fury, leaving zero doubt that he intended to carry out his promise down to the very last stone.
Excalibur’s blade suddenly lit up with fiery golden flames, shining brilliantly even in the thickest clouds of smoke and rising dust.
The holy fire expanded exponentially, rapidly consuming the surrounding air and raising the temperature inside the grand reception hall to an unbearable, scorching level that made the metal frames glow red.
Teon’s eyes widened in sheer horror, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the sudden, terrifying shift in the atmosphere.
A cold spike of pure panic shot through his spine as he looked at the flaming golden sword, and he felt like something extremely terrible was about to happen.