Thundering and Combusting Assault Within The Depth Of The Ocean

"I, Granlork the hero from Valtoria will not lose to your hellish power, Demon lord!" Granlork screamed out the low-pitched glorious shout from his lung, continuing to ram down its untamed electrical wave within the clash.

The Flaming hero groaned in bitterness as he shook his head and formed an irritated glare toward his surging foe, spawning the dancing torches on each of his armored shoulders. A levitating tiny torch popped out beside Sparror's left side of his helmet, enlightening the sparkling flashes within his eyes.

"Fine, I'll show more about my hellish power to you, Granlork," A contorting-blunt statement was released through the flickering torch construct as The Flaming Hero widened his gleaming glare of annoyance.

Granlork chortled and provoked, "Then, do it right now, Demon Lord. Release your tainted sorcery to me and let's see if I could break your strongest hellish magic to me."

Hundred of glimmering fiery sparkles arose on The Flaming Hero's armored forehead, triggering the blazing swarm. A new molten construct, a hardened rectangular shield construct expeditiously forged on the forehead after the blazing swarm detonated itself into rotating fiery flashes.

Gazing upon both of his armored arms staggering, Sparror plunged back his neck and assembled more blazing energies on the forehead. The arrival of the new construct also convinced Granlork to release untamed electricities from his right wrist as he hoisted his arm in a straight-line punching position.

"ZURYAH!!" Sparror grunted firmly, ramming his shielded forehead for declaring another blazing assault.

The Hunter immediately struck back the blazing head-but with the surging hands, shouting the echoing howl across the sky scenery. Another embarking clash of fiery balls and vortex surged and the scorching flare whirled around the clashing wave, spawning the cracking line on Sparror and peeling off the piece of armor on Granlork's knuckle.

With the ramparting clash resuming its rushing flow, a spacious explosion wave of thundering brown and molten flames arose onto the dawn sky. Furthermore, The Flaming Hero sluggishly pushed further his forehead which became the central trigger of the explosion, allowing himself and Granlork to be consumed by the sudden blinding wave.

The blinding wave promptly bloomed throughout the sky like a fresh flower on the dawn, eradicating the traces of both the thundering brown vortex and the molten flare. Sparror and Granlork imminently bounced away from each other when the clash reached its end phase, fleeing into the ocean.

The Flaming Hero eventually dropped down into the depth of the ocean, causing the splashing wave on his landing spot. His immobilized body kept fleeing further into the depth of the ocean, unfolding his armored body being encroached by the widespread cracking lines and his gleaming eyes sluggishly dimming like a dying lamp.

While Granlork also felt his entire limbs frozenly numb as he couldn't even lift his fingers and let himself fall deeper into the seabed below. Floating tiny pieces of the brown armor constantly peeled off. Bolting electricities bound on his numbed wrist and the baton dissolved into thin air.

'Sparror was quite good at adapting to the situation too, I thought he was just a strong-range fighter.' Granlork complemented with a little spark of utter disbelief, encroaching on his mind as he kept letting himself drown, 'I'm truly underestimating his capability too, so I should be more patient on doing the hunt.

Granlork heavily lifted his head and muttered with an unpleasant tone, 'I hate to say this, but I'm slightly disappointed with myself. I should be more patient and careful on hunting Sparror.'

A rapid observation base was conducted by The Hunter as he continuously steered his gaze from left to right, capturing several neon-blue and purple-scaled fishes swam near him. Bolting electricities sprightly shone and folded Granlork's crystalized eyes, starting to flip down his body when he could the motion within his feet.

His eagle glare sight precisely captured a glimpse of the fleeing body of Sparror, hidden from the pack of fish, awakening his captivating sense of hunt as he slowly raised his baton. Granlork briskly darted its baton into The Flaming Hero's direction and hurriedly channeled out the discharging bolt on the muzzle, steering it and concisely locked at the neck part of his prey

"Got you on my sight….Demon lord." Granlork whispered, thrusting back his baton and shooting out the thundering beam from its muzzle.

Around two or three, unfortunate neon-colored fished in his sight, pierced by the dashing bolt and dripped out the fresh blood as it relentlessly flung onto the immobilized Sparror. Glistening yellow sparkles flickered in The Flaming Hero's eyes, instantly folding his entire armored body with the swarm of flames and soothingly gaining his motion as he steered up his body.

"Krah!!" Sparror grunted, swaying his fiery hand onto the left as his sight caught the dashing glimpse of the bolt.

A molten construct taking the shape of a stingray materialized on the front left of The Flaming hero himself, locking its flaring predatory eyes at the dashing bolt. The string ray flapped its tall that launched itself and hammered the bolt with its impervious head, halting it from landing the thundering strike from its master.

Regardless, the molten stingray shattered the bolt into million dusty pieces fleeting away on the ocean before itself disseminating into an intangible thin air. The Flaming Hero bent his hefty neck down and received the crystal clear glimpse of Granlork, enduring the staggering through his limbs as he froze in disbelief shocked.

'Did he just bait me?!' Granlork muttered through his mind, igniting the thundering frustration within his beating heart especially when an untamed bolt came out. The bolts harshly constricted his chest as he coughed out the low-pitched, tormented screech and tightened his grips for easing the pain.

Granlork gushed out a shocked gasp and spoke within his mind in encroaching agitation, 'Clever trick, but very irritating on seeing it, especially with this thing directly happening to my naked eye'

'Probably I should take this as a driving force of claiming his head, instead of turning it into a disappointment for myself.' Granlork murmured, pulling back his bolting baton onto the left as he got a concise sighting of The Flaming Hero hoisting his opened palm.

Sparror who watched The Hunter tried to commence another bolting move, tossing down his molten hand from spending more time mesmerizing at the above view of the ocean depth. Encrirling fiery circles popped out from the far left and right of The Hunter's distance. The circles stimulated his radar-like sense of Granlork as his hearing completely absorbed the noise of the flame and encouraged him to briefly survey the spawning spots

"Zuryah!" Sparror grunted calmly, barging the two of the molten hands onto one another and forming a uniting grip.

Two fiery circles fired up the embarking blast of flames by whirling themselves, resembling the rapid-pulsating wave. The trumpeting roar of the blast neatly resonated into Granlork's resilient hearing, swaying the baton that simultaneously shimmered brown sparkles on all the electrical strings

The Hunter speedily gyrated his entire floating body, summoning the thundering brown twister to shroud him as the twin blasting flames charged onto him. The fixated spin of the twister shielded the access of the flames from replenishing torment onto Granlork, rapidly raising the spinning spin with him relentlessly crying out the unyielding scream.

The Flaming Hero quickly breathed out the contorting hefty puff away from his void-black face as he departed the uniting grip. Then, Sparror revolved both of his combusting palms from up to down, casting out pair of the levitating fiery door construct and letting the assailing twin blast slowly dim out.

Nevertheless, the twin blast vanished in thin air as the pair of door constructs near The Flaming Hero scattered into the fleeing fiery sparkles. Two sets of the scorching torpedo missile constructs rushedly fled from the back of the thundering twister, jolting it on the spot and causing Granlork to agonizingly gasp.

'Quite hurtful, but…this…could be a good bait for him.' Granlork murmured within his mind, fluctuating the little semblance of thrill through his whole thought. He lowered his baton and reluctantly bowed his head with him enduring the sluggish push on the back, stopping the gyrating motion from his feet.

Hence, the torpedo missile constructs eagerly soared the rocketing flames on their back as Sparror firmly gestured his lined-up fingers in a provoking demeanor. A blazing molten hand cannon construct, taking the shape of a furious dragon head arose and swallowed his entire left hand, revolving it up with the charging torpedo missiles pushing closer brown twister into The Flaming Hero's direction.

Inside the dying twister, Granlork upraised his baton stick and triggered the constricting string on the razor-shaped fang of the wolf. He plunged down the discharging baton, readying himself to launch a precise shot.

"This time…you fall into my trap, Demon Lord!!" Granlork remarked hushedly, throwing back his holding grip and freeing the bolting beam.

Receiving the sign of the bolting beam approaching his distance, the twin torpedo missiles disseminated into ashes as Sparror propelled the dragon gauntlet. A rampaging blasting wave unbound from the dragon-headed inside and incinerated the lightning-fast beam in split seconds, giving it the opportunity for Granlork to bounce onto the right.

He hoisted the electrocuting muzzle of the baton one more time especially when The Flaming Hero recently dissolved the blazing blast by closing the dragon's jaw from his hand cannon. The Hunter immediately thrust the surging baton downward and cast out the blitzing beam after he grasped a clear aim on Sparror's left leg.

The beam smoothly struck through The Flaming Hero who only steered his sight onto the left, sprinkling gulp of blood from the hole in his leg and dispersing the hand cannon in split seconds. A contorted shriek echoed from Sparror's lung, blessing the opportunity for Granlork to jab the water below and launched him afar, charging up the electrical strings on the wolf-headed muzzle.

"Eat this bolt again, Sparror," Granlork whispered, harshly thrusting back his holding hand and calling forth the blitzing beam again when his locking sight got the sighting of The Flaming Hero's right arm.

Another blitzing beam penetrated Sparror on the right arm, but the tiny rectangular construct materialized on the right and speedily dashed onto the beam. Both the blitzing beam and the tiny construct imploded in an instant, leaving no traces available within The Flaming Hero's eyes.

The Hunter who was far from Sparror's distance channeled out the electrocuting strings on the baton's muzzle especially when it sharply locked at the armored neck of his prey. A sore groan cried out from Granlork's lungs as he immediately shoved backward his baton and released the bolting beam that flung into The Flaming Hero's direction.

An instantaneous swarm of flares covered the entirety of The Flaming Hero's armored body and dove him down, evading the striking touch of the bolt. As the flaring swarm instantly the lower part of Sparror, The Hunter unshackled a blitzing bolt once again and jounced himself further from his prey.

"Krah!!!" Sparror grunted, plunging down one of his molten hands and slinging every trace of the fiery swarm from his armored body, reverting his already devoured legs into a normal state.

The fiery swarms reshaped into the thickened molten bullet and crumbled the striking beam as it clashed, turning the bolt into untraceable ashes. Moreover, the hardened bullet construct faded its molten existence away when The Flaming Hero's darting sight, clearly witnessed Granlork initiating his escape attempt by swimming away.

Sparror firmly poked the burping water on his left by using his flaring knuckle, emanating the expeditious existence of the bullet behind Granlork's spine. The cautious sense of Granlork lingered into the course of his veins, commanding his left hand to plummet the surging baton onto the fiery bullet.

The fiery bullet swiftly divided itself into two acuted blades, dodging the thundering strike by the baton with ease. A stammered gasp was cried out from The Hunter's throat when he frozenly locked his gaze onto the towering presence that materialized above him, shrinking down the two molten blades until it ceased to exist.

'Oh no, I'm truly in a bad position right now.' Granlork murmured, indirectly letting the spark of franticness invade his mind.

A blazing half-body humanoid with the elongated neck and the head of a dragon spawned within Granlork's naked eyes, trembling his hands in frosting fear. Luckily, the fear didn't completely snowed his thoughts as he took a long deep breath and exhaled it away by bending down his uneasy neck,

"No matter how many hell spawns you called, I will not give up this fight!!" Granlork remarked, clenching his holding hand on the baton as he steadily watched the dragon sundered onto him.

Granlork freed a relentless growl as he uplifted both of his kneecaps until they touch his stomach, allowing himself to be hammered with the dragon's palm, peeling off pieces of his armor on the shoulder parts. The dragon construct gloriously roared as the victim fell into its grip and rushedly flung down alongside him, forcing The Hunter to let out a stammering screech.

"Instead, I will continue this fight….for…" Granlork muttered with a struggling tone.

Granlork cleared his throat and murmured, "I will….continue this fight for the sake of saving the world…from your malevolent grasp, Demon lord."

"That's the promise I made for the people in Valtorian," Granlork assured with a stoic tone

The Hunter recklessly dove down both his feet and unloosed the thundering strings from his ankles, spreading them all over his armored. Nevertheless, Granlork jabbed down the streaming water below when his glance steered onto behind, witnessing himself was about to land on the white-sandy ground on the ocean.

Granlork spontaneously morphed his entire human body into a brown lightning bolt after he staggeringly shook his heak back and forth. The lightning bolt rushedly plummeted its surging strike onto the molten skin of the dragon's palm, shedding the skin as if it was made by glass.

Hence, the striking bolt rushed out from the grasp of the humanoid dragon before hastily darting onto the sandy ground below. The bolt briskly phased through the ground like an intangible ghost, ventured into the pitch-black underground, and resumed roaming around inside it.

The humanoid dragon construct disintegrated without any semblance of traces that couldn't be captured anymore, igniting the alertness within The Flaming Hero as he pressed his cautious eyes. He also placed his sight onto the view below, majorly revealing the sandy ground and marine life such as strawberry-red shelled crabs and neon-green jellyfish placidly swimming in the area.

'To…be honest, I'm still quite shocked Sparror's power also resists the underwater pressure.' Sparror mumbled within his mind, sluggishly embracing the amazement as he gazed at his rubbing palm.

The Flaming Hero shook his head briefly before he shimmered dazzling lights through his rigid look. Combusting torch emanated on his opened palms him ending the survey by steering his up toward the above view of the wavering ocean, raising the brightness of the dazzling eyes.

'But enough of feeling impressed, the enemy is still here.' Sparror asserted, elevating his clenched fists

'Of course, I should be more cautious facing this…deluded guy, right now.' Sparror added, igniting the mood of heedfulness and anticipation for the next move of his The Hunter, 'Especially when he released his….lightspeed attack, I must try my best on blocking it.'

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