Unveiling The Victor of The Almost Everlasting Duel

The person revealed to be the schoolboy, Ayato held together his trembling stand and exhaled a constant maddened breath as The Hunter began to take notice of his presence. Granlork tilted his vigilant sight onto the left and captured the object recently thrown onto him, resting on the floor.

The object being captured by The Hunter's sight was a white-shelled rectangular power bank that shone neon-green light on the circular button, located on the bottom left. More precisely, the power bank omitted the damaged electrical strings binding on the rectangular's body that intrigued Granlork to briefly glance.

The Hunter slowly raised his neck in order to raise his stare at the schoolboy once again, elevating the baton. An unyielding face of shivering firmness painted Ayato's face and immediately took out his steel case from his back, capsule-shaped pencil case from his pocket, and gritted his staggering teeth.

Citizens who motionlessly watched the current scenario were completely stunned in frigid confusion as they dropped their shivering jaws and frowned. Even the schoolgirl, Haruna freed her petrified jaw she quickly closed it with her folding hands, dropping tears of uneasiness

Sparror who sluggishly lifted his hefty neck exhaled a contorted gasp of surprise especially when he sharpened his gaze at the schoolboy. An overflowing feeling of worriedness started to trespass The Flaming Hero's mind, but it was only temporarily as he pressed his dying light alike eyes in a slight-poised impressed expression.

With The Hunter haughtily upraised his neck and chuckled in baffling defiance, Ayato tossed his pencil case and shouted the echoing scream. Granlork swung his baton onto the left and instantly shattered the pencil case, raining down some of the insides such as pens, pencils, and erasers.

"Are you that desperate to protect your fake savior, little demon boy?" Granlork asked with a puzzled tone.

Ayato swallowed a large gulp of saliva and shouted out loudly, "I wanted…to repay his debt for saving me and…Haruna too!!"

The schoolboy shook his head and uttered, "No, all of us to be…more exact!!"

"He risked everything…just to make sure all of us save from…YOU!!" The schoolboy remarked, valiantly elevating his trembling finger at Granlork and taking a deep breath before he continued, "You…denial monster!!"

The spirited words from Ayato touched the beating heart of the citizens as they raised their stares and precisely pointed at him, wiping the lingering sorrow with them closed their lips. Embarking encouragement shone through most of the citizens' minds with most of them behind the schoolboy reluctantly got up and headed in his direction.

Citizens who were near The Flaming Hero glanced their half-valorous stares at him and stood up from their seats. They quickly headed in front of the beaten Sparror, willingly turning themselves as the shielding wall for him with each of them tidily creating a line of crowds on both the left and right sides of his.

The majority of the citizens even assertively uplifted their arms, closing the gap of the barricade for Sparror who could only expose a grateful gaze toward all of them. The Hunter turned around shortly and boiled out an unhinged grunt from his throat either on seeing the citizen's forceful firm gazes or resilient gestures.

"If you wanted the hero….then you have to go through me first, you twisted and psychopathic monster!!" A woman with a red suit who took the center front position of the barricading crowd shouted and groaned.

The curly hair blending behind the left of the schoolboy jiggled and said with bitter confidence, "How about you fight me too?" Because if Sparror wasn't afraid of you…so did I, jerk,"

"You know what's even funny, you only win the battle by cheating," The curly hair added a cynical remark, unfolding a pleasant grin to paint his entire lips and furrowing his glance at The Hunter.

Drumming sounds of rambling and taunting from the citizens simultaneously transpired throughout the room, buzzing Granlork hearings as he blocked his hearing with both of his palms. The continuous taunt from the citizens lightened up a spirit for the schoolgirl, Haruna to finally get up into her seat and joined into the crowd of valorous citizens.

'Quite expected outcome if I met this crowd of people, yet it's very distracting,' Granlork murmured within his mind.

Haruna quickly held the schoolboy's hand as she reached his left and swallowed a large gulp of saliva in order to obtain a slight glimmer of credence. A thankful smile freed on Ayato's lips after noticing the presence of the schoolgirl tightened the holding and switched his gaze toward The Hunter once again.

"Go away now, Monster!! Fight us instead, creep!! Leave us and the hero alone!!" Resoundings screams from the contempt citizens oppressively tainted Granlork's ears with him tightening his closing hand and lowering his body.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!" Another round of screaming crowd brought torment into The Hunter's mind as he shivered to his knees before clearing his throat.

Granlork raised his head once more and mumbled within his mind, 'These noises of them are very annoying.'

'Fine, if they still blocking my path, I have to kill them one by one,' The Hunter muttered with scorching enrage burnt through his thought, uplifting his baton.

Granlork steered his glance at the woman shielding his prey and hastily uttered, 'Starting with that woman,'

As the taunts of the citizens continued, blood and bruises splattered on The Flaming Hero's face incinerated into ashes by calling forth the swarm of flames on his void black face. Shrouding fiery swarms also enveloped both of his broken arms, replenishing the smooth motion as he began to slowly lift his fingers.

Crimson lights invoked through The Flaming Hero's eyes and the dimming fiery light shone through his chest. Chaining flares materialized beneath his unbending spines and initiated the instant regeneration process, especially with Sparror able to get up his back bit by bit, awakening a rigid gaze within his gleaming eyes.

'Thank you for everything,' Sparror uttered with a glimmering gladness that shone across his mind, shutting the gleaming light within his eyes for brief seconds and resuming the flow of his statement, 'Everyone….else in here,'

The Flaming Hero sheepishly bowed his head and continued, 'To be honest, I really owned debt to you all,'

'I'm truly gladful with it,' Sparror admitted cheerily, shedding single line of tear of gratitude.

The neverending taunt of citizens and upraised their guarding arms, Granlork grunted in resentfulness lingering into the course of his veins. The grunt of The Hunter stopped the simultaneous taunts from the citizens as the majority of them closed their lips, opening a chance for Granlork to hoist his baton.

"It seems you vile demons ready to be banished into hell or worse being killed in the slowest as possible," Granlork announced with a bleak tone, tapping the baton onto his palm and sharply locking his sight at the woman, marking the tip of the baton onto her as the next target.

The woman shakily cleared her throat and blurted out with a panic-stricken tone, "Go ahead…monster!!

"Do your worse, I'm…not….I'm not…scared of you anymore and I'm not..even afraid of what will you do to me!!" The woman taunted in infuriating feeling ignited her shivering mind especially with sweat showering her entire forehead

"With pleasure, old-hag, Succubus," Granlork replied bluntly, tightening the shaking grip of his baton.

The woman imminently shut her stammering eyes and upheaved her crossing blocking arms, shielding the view of her face when Granlork lunged his lashing baton from the left. Frigid dread might cloud her mind, but the woman still held her persistence as she didn't make any sign of retreat.

Some of the citizens who were nearby her and behind Granlock also unshackled their dreaded jaw and furrowed their eyebrows in horror. In a nick of time, a sudden miracle transpired on the scene with the lashing baton of Granlork only narrowly touching the woman's cheek, preventing her to receive the fatal blow.

A sparkling crimson flash beamed below the woman's cheek and lightened up the encouragement for her to rest her arms down. The woman uncontrollably gusted out an astounding jaw with her receiving the direct sighting of The Flaming Hero who recently materialized from the blood-red twister standing in front of her, restraining his foe's wrist with his recently recovered grip.

The crowd of shocked people sang out their cheering screams toward the return of their savior. It even included the woman who briskly nodded before she proudly let out her cheers.

"WHAT!!!" Granlork was flabbergasted and murmured in flooding defiance, "I underestimate…his regeneration!!!"

The Flaming Hero nodded his head and staggeringly slid the wrist of his foe further from touching the woman's cheek, igniting the molten torch within his gleaming eyes. Then, a tiny fiery torch popped out beside Sparror's head as he heaved his other hand, readying himself on engaging the conversation with The Hunter.

"You are seemingly shocked that your disruptor failed, right, Granlork?" A contorted voice of sarcastic enjoyment spread out from the flickering torch, revealing The Flaming Hero raising a glare of satisfaction, especially with his foe drowned in further into the defiance as he stammeringly groaned.

A contorted sigh exhaled from the hovering torch and Sparror uttered, "Anyway, your scheme and horrific is over now!"

"ZURYAH!!!" Sparror grunted, commanding the tiny fiery torch to flee away landing on The Hunter's shoulder, invoking the encroaching fiery swarm to instantly cover all over his foe's armored body.

A swarming crimson twister ascended from the depth of the floor, consuming The Flaming Hero and The Hunter altogether. The crimson twister eventually disseminated into a speck of dust commencing the last spin onto the left, leaving without any remains of their presence anymore.

Moreover, the departure of the two combatants also left the citizens to rest their blocking arms and scanned the surroundings in a wandering demeanor. The survey activities met a quick end with one of the crowd members, a kid wearing a green t-shit and short black pointing his fingers at the window on the right, presenting the crystal clear outside view filled with blazing sparks.

"The Blazing Hero is on the outside, The Blazing Hero is on the outside," The kid repeatedly announced, widening his open smile of enthusiasm and tapping the window, attracting some of the citizens to rush into the window's view.

The citizens who reached the narrow distance of the window briskly allowed the hopeful thoughts to lighten their mood. They were even citizens who leaned their heads on the silk-clean surface of the windows in order to maintain a clearer sight of the outside view.

The train driver who was on the other side of the room also perceived their intrigued stare at the right window. While the other train driver stood in front of the shattered middle window and placed his black-casing phone on his left ear, engaging in an emergency call with him frigidly gritting his teeth.

On the outside of the train, Granlork was drowned inside the blood-red, twister-like towering wave that breached the above interior of the tunnel. The legs and arms of The Hunters were shackled by the constricting crimson chains, which strictly paralyzed his entire motions due to be unable to even lift his fingers.

'As much I'm disappointed with myself, there is still a quite satisfying moment in this hunt,' Granlork confessed with bitter gladness clouding his thought, releasing a burst of chuckle shortly.

'To be more concise, an unforgettable moment where I…can release my strongest move to my foe or even have one of the longest hunts in my…experience,' Granlork added, escalating more joyous mood to stream through his mind,

Granlork took one last glance at the blazing on above and uttered, 'I'm truly gladful with this outcome even though….I'm the one who lost,'

Burning torment spontaneously arose within the towering wave as the untamed streams of swarm washed over him, proceeding to unbind the unyielding howl of pain. The Flaming Hero resurfaced into the physical realm once again by hovering out from the clutches of the blood-red fiery wall on the above left.

"DRAYAH!!" Sparror grunted valorously, lunging down his grip down and shining the bursting flames through his gleaming eyes.

The towering wave vastly sundered down its entire fiery surface like a wild tidal wave, raising the volume of the Granlork's scream as he kept being washed by the molten surface of the flames. Whereas Sparror was smoothly dragged down by the untamed stream of flames, hoisting his flaming fist that he placed beside his head.

Nevertheless, the igniting blood-red fist of The Flaming Hero precisely jabbed into Granlork's jaw. The descending wave instantly morphed into the enlarged crimson orb levitating on the spot, filling the inside with The Hunter's scream as he continuously felt his entire limbs tremor with the combusting reaction from the punch.

Sparror swiftly tackled down the fist and catapulted The Hunter away from his distance with its bombarding pressure, shrouding his falling body with the flaming swarm and dispersing the orb flaming orb. Eventually, The Hunter's paralyzed body landed on the ground and massively carved wide-spread cracking lines beneath his spine.

The Flaming Hero resiliently landed his hovering feet onto the ground, steering his affirmed gaze upward as the discharging bolts blitzed out throughout Granlork's veins' Eventually, all of the armored surfaces of Granlork dusted away with him already fallen into defeat, unveiling the true human form of his.

A man with his face painted with a scar and wearing a tight black suit, also a bronze medal on the chest was captured by Sparror's heedful eyes. No sign of awakening motion didn't appear from Granlork, indicating The Flaming Hero already received a relieving victory as he let out a contorted sigh and gladly bowed his head.

'At last…the battle is…over,' Sparror mumbled delightedly, placing one of his staggering palms on the chest with him began to feel his heart constantly racing, shaking both of his gleaming eyes. A cost of victory had begun to emerge its inevitable side effect for The Flaming Hero.

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