Fein unleashes his sword light, a dazzling display of speed and precision as he unsheathes and sheathes his sword with lightning-fast movements. The blade cuts through the werewolves with a gleaming trail of light, leaving a trail of severed limbs and sparking embers in its wake. His flames and lightning flicker with intensity, lashing out at the werewolves and keeping them at bay with their scorching heat and crackling electricity. Fein's elemental sphere, a shimmering shield of raw elemental power, protects him from the werewolves' elemental attacks, absorbing and neutralizing their attempts to harm him.
Maxwell, on the other hand, channels his werewolf abilities with ruthless aggression. His enhanced strength, speed, and agility make him a formidable opponent, as he lunges at Fein with feral ferocity. His razor-sharp claws tear through the air, leaving deep gashes on the ground and trees around him. His glowing yellow eyes burn with a mixture of anger and bloodlust, and his snarls and curses fill the air as he hurls himself at Fein with reckless abandon.
As the battle ensues, the forest around them becomes a chaotic battleground. Trees are uprooted, rocks are shattered, and the ground is scorched by the clash of elemental powers and werewolf strength. The air is filled with the acrid scent of burning wood and singed fur, mingled with the metallic tang of blood as the combatants exchange blows and curses.
Fein's expression is focused and determined, his movements graceful yet deadly. He maintains a calm and neutral demeanor, his mind sharp and his senses honed as he anticipates Maxwell's attacks and counters them with swift precision. He holds his ground with unwavering resolve, defending his friends and pushing back against Maxwell's relentless assault.
Maxwell, on the other hand, fights with unbridled rage and aggression. His body is wild and erratic, his movements fueled by anger and vengeance. He snarls, bares his fangs, and curses vehemently as he throws himself at Fein with all his might, seeking to overcome him through brute force and sheer fury.
The clash of abilities, the impact of their attacks, and the tension in the air create a harrowing spectacle. The battleground is a chaotic maelstrom of elemental energies, werewolf prowess, and unrelenting determination as Fein and Maxwell engage in a fierce battle for dominance. The outcome hangs in the balance as the two adversaries continue to exchange blows, their curses and grunts filling the air, their powers leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Each move they make is calculated, each strike aimed with lethal intent, as they push themselves to the limits in their quest for victory. The battle rages on, a gripping spectacle of raw power, skill, and determination. As they clash, their clash echoes through the forest, a testament to the intensity of their fight.
When suddenly, Maxwell transformed into a fifty-meter massive werewolf, it was accompanied by his guttural snarl, his fur bristling as he gains in size and strength. He charges at Fein with a savage growl, his claws slashing through the air with lethal intent. Fein, however, remains composed, tapping into his power with precision.
Fein's eyes glow with determination as he unleashes his world tree domain. From the forest floor, giant trees shoot up, their branches spreading wide to create a dense thicket that ensnares Maxwell and his werewolf followers. The trees entangle their limbs, restricting their movements and limiting their ability to attack Fein directly.
"Damn it, what kind of ability is this!?" A black-furred werewolf who was entangled couldn't help but curse, only to get hit by a lightning bolt which split his body to pieces.
Voli shook his head at this. "Too weak..."
Then he joined the fight and continued to swagger into the battle, killing the werewolves with Aoi and Sofia.
Fein takes advantage of the distraction caused by the entangling trees, swiftly unsheathing and sheathing his sword with blinding speed. His sword light cuts through the air with precision, slashing at Maxwell and the werewolves whenever they manage to break free from the entangling branches.
As the fight continues, Fein's world tree domain begins to wane, unable to contain Maxwell's relentless onslaught. Fein's elemental sphere flickers and dims, indicating Maxwell's physical strength.
"You are really a menace. Now I know why you managed to kill Shawn! Fein, you're too dangerous to be alive. Your speed of promotion is too fast. From F rank to S rank within a few years? What secrets are you hiding?" A flash of greed appeared in Maxwell's eyes. He tore the branch entangling his body and distanced himself from the hundred-meter trees.
"No comment... I don't want to waste time on a dead man. You've dared to ambush me and followed me to the East. How confident are you?" Fein without expression.
"We're just in the same realm, Fein. Don't be conceited!" Maxwell licked his lips. "You just have weird abilities."
pαndα`noν?1~сoМ As he said this, Maxwell dashed towards Fein with a wicked grin. Unfortunately, Fein became one with the space.
"Time to end this shit." Fein's eyes blazed with determination as he entered the state of intangibility, allowing Maxwell's attack to pass harmlessly through his body. Maxwell's eyes widened in shock as he realized his attacks had no effect on Fein. Before he could react, Fein unleashed his Destruction Flame, a swirling purple blaze of fire that engulfed Maxwell and his followers.
Maxwell's expression turned from anger to sheer despair. The pain was unbearable as the flames consumed his body, and he felt regret for underestimating Fein's abilities. The agony of his followers was apparent as they were also reduced to ashes, their faces contorted in pain.
The Destruction Flame seared through their flesh and bones, reducing them to ashes in mere moments. Maxwell's imposing form crumbled to dust. Fein's power was unparalleled, and the devastating effect of the Destruction Flame left no trace of Maxwell's existence.
As Maxwell's ashes scattered to the wind, a look of despair and regret crossed his face. He had underestimated Fein's true strength and the power of the Destruction Flame. It was too late for him to comprehend the magnitude of Fein's abilities, and his defeat was complete.
Fein stood victorious, his body surrounded by the fading remnants of the Destruction Flame. He surveyed the battlefield, the scent of burnt ashes and the crackle of embers filling the air.
"His flame of destruction has reached this level?" Sofia whispered.
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