chapter-12 struggle against the devil
The battlefield was in **ruins.**
Leon **rose to his feet,** his entire body aching from the relentless assault. The ground beneath him was **fractured,** deep fissures spreading across the landscape. Rivers of **molten rock** snaked through the battlefield, their glow casting an eerie light over the destruction. The very earth itself seemed to pulse with the aftermath of their battle, reshaped by their immense power.
His golden-orange flames **still burned fiercely** around him, but the weight of exhaustion was creeping in. Despite his power, the black figure stood there **untouched,** his dark presence looming over the battlefield.
Leon narrowed his eyes. **"Mr. John, be careful. This guy isn't normal."**
Mr. John cracked his knuckles. **"Yeah, yeah, whatever."** His aura **flared**, sending powerful waves of **white energy rippling through the air.** Without hesitation, he thrust his hands forward, forming a massive, **shockwave-imbued fist** that shot toward the black figure at incredible speed.
The figure merely **tilted his head**, stepping to the side with inhuman reflexes. The shockwave-fist **obliterated** a portion of the battlefield behind him, sending debris and molten rock flying.
Leon took advantage of the opening. **His feet ignited, golden flames surging beneath him as he propelled himself forward at blinding speed.** The force of his acceleration shattered the ground beneath him, leaving a trail of burning embers in his wake.
**BOOM!**
Leon's **flaming kick connected,** sending the black figure rocketing into the sky. Before he could recover, Mr. John **dashed forward**, gathering compressed **air energy** around his fist. The very air around him **vibrated**, forming small **air bubbles** as the attack charged up. He closed the distance in an instant, his fist ready to collide with the figure's face.
But just before impact—
The black figure **twisted midair**, bringing his leg up in a sharp, calculated motion.
**CRACK!**
His foot connected with **Mr. John's ribs,** sending him flying in the opposite direction. At the same time, he crashed into the ground below, sending up a cloud of dust and shattered rock.
Leon barely had time to react before the figure was **already upon him.** He launched a rapid series of **punches and kicks**, but the black figure **blocked each one effortlessly.** Their battle became a blur of movement, the force of their strikes **tearing apart** what little remained of the battlefield.
With a sharp twist, the black figure **grabbed Leon's wrist**, yanking him forward. Before Leon could counter, he was **hurled into the air.**
And then—
Mr. John **smashed into the black figure at full force.**
Instead of a simple punch, he **rammed his entire body** into the figure like a human battering ram. The sheer force sent the black figure **skidding backward**, his feet carving trenches into the already ruined ground.
The figure let out a breath, his emerald eyes glowing faintly. Then, in a voice laced with mockery, he said, **"Two against one? That seems a little... unfair, don't you think?"**
His tone was dripping with **sarcasm,** amusement flickering across his features.
Before either of them could respond, he suddenly **thrust one hand forward.**
A **web of black energy shot out**, latching onto Mr. John's chest.
**BOOM!**
The force sent **Mr. John flying upward,** his body twisting uncontrollably in midair.
Leon's eyes widened. He had to move—
But before he could react, the black figure **disappeared**—
Only to **reappear in front of him, grabbing his leg.**
A chilling grin spread across the figure's face. **"Let's make this more interesting."**
With **unbelievable strength**, he **swung Leon like a makeshift weapon,** slamming him **directly into Mr. John.**
**CRACK!**
Both of them were sent crashing into the ground, their bodies bouncing off the cracked terrain.
Leon coughed, flames flickering wildly around him. But before he could regain his footing—
The black figure raised both hands.
**An invisible force erupted outward.**
**BOOOOOOM!**
A violent **repelling energy** crashed into them, sending them both **flying across the battlefield.** They slammed into a deep crater—one already formed from their earlier battle. But instead of stopping there—
The **repelling force didn't fade.**
It kept pushing.
Leon and Mr. John were **crushed against the ground,** the weight of the attack pinning them deep into the crater's core. The earth trembled beneath them, the force of the energy burrowing them even **further down.**
For the first time, **Leon felt true pressure.**
The figure stood above them, watching their struggle with amusement. **"Not so tough now, are you?"**
Leon **gritted his teeth,** struggling against the crushing force. But no matter how much his flames **roared**, no matter how much his **aura intensified**—
He **couldn't move.**
The crshing force continued to pin them down, pressing deeper into the crater.
But then—
**BOOOOOOM!**
A burst of **white Ivon energy** erupted from Mr. John's body, canceling out the overwhelming repelling force. The crater shook violently as the invisible weight vanished.
Leon gasped, finally able to move.
Mr. John exhaled sharply. **"Damn, kid... you were right. This bastard is something else."**
The black figure tilted his head, his smirk unwavering.
Mr. John's expression darkened. **"Doesn't change a thing."**
His aura flared wildly, white energy crackling around him. With a powerful leap, he shot out of the crater, his voice echoing across the battlefield—
**"ANTI-GRAVITY!"**
The moment the words left his lips, the black figure **suddenly floated into the air,** weightless and unable to control his movement.
Then—
**"GRAVITY ACCELERATION!"**
**BOOOOM!**
The black figure was **smashed into the ground**, the sheer force causing the land to shatter beneath him. Before he could react, Mr. John **rushed forward**, a sharp knee strike aimed at his ribs.
The black figure lifted a hand, forming a **shadow sphere** to counter—
But Mr. John was faster.
**CRACK!**
His knee connected **before the sphere could fully form,** driving into the figure's ribs and sending him **hurtling backward.**
The black figure barely had time to stabilize before—
**"METEOR RUSH!"**
Mr. John **manipulated dozens of massive boulders,** lifting them with his energy and launching himself off them in rapid succession. His body **flickered like a blur,** striking from all directions.
**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!**
The black figure **blocked some attacks**, his hands moving with insane precision—
But some of them **landed clean.**
**A fist to the ribs.**
**A kick to the jaw.**
**An elbow to the spine.**
The black figure was sent **skidding across the battlefield**, crashing into molten rivers and shattered stone.
Before he could recover—
Mr. John appeared **right in front of him.**
**CRACK!**
A brutal **jab to the jaw** sent the figure's head snapping back.
Then—
Mr. John **drove his knee between his stomach and chest cavity**, crushing the air from his lungs.
And before the figure could even react—
**UPPERCUT!**
**BOOOOOOM!**
The black figure was launched into the air, flipping uncontrollably.
But instead of letting him breathe, Mr. John **followed immediately.**
**"HAAAAAAH!"**
He drove his head **straight into the figure's abdomen**, the impact **sending shockwaves across the battlefield.**
The black figure gritted his teeth, eyes glowing dangerously. Twisting his body midair—
He **kicked Mr. John's shoulder.**
**CRACK!**
The force **dislocated Mr. John's right arm.**
Without missing a beat, the black figure **grabbed his left arm—**
**BOOOOM!**
—and **slammed Mr. John into the ground,** the force shaking the entire battlefield.
Leon's eyes widened. **"Damn it—!"**
But Mr. John wasn't done.
Even as the black figure charged another attack, he **compressed white Ivon energy into his palm and hurled it forward.**
The black figure **dodged** easily—
Or so he thought.
**The energy vanished.**
A flicker—
**And then it reappeared right in front of his face.**
**BOOOOOOM!**
The explosion sent the black figure **hurtling backward**, slamming into the shattered ground.
Before he could recover—
Mr. John was **already above him.**
His expression was cold.
**"EAT THIS."**
He **smashed his forehead** straight into the black figure's skull.
**KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOM!**
A massive **shockwave** erupted, creating an impossibly deep crater beneath them. The battlefield trembled violently, dust and debris blasting outward.
For the very first time—
The black figure **coughed up blood.**
Leon's flames flickered with excitement.
He had never seen Mr. John this fired up before.
Dust and shattered stone filled the air. The battlefield was in ruins—molten rivers ran through deep cracks, reshaped by their clash. Leon's flames still burned fiercely, and Mr. John stood steady despite the brutal exchange.
A **low chuckle** echoed.
The black figure rose, thick **black smoke** rising from his body. His emerald eyes gleamed with amusement as he smirked. **"You impressed me."**
Then—**BOOM!**
He disappeared, reappearing in front of Mr. John in an instant. **BAM!** A devastating kick smashed into Mr. John's ribs, launching him into the air. Mr. John twisted, retaliating with a roundhouse kick, but the figure **ducked** and thrust his fist forward. **CRACK!** Mr. John blocked just in time, countering with a knee to the abdomen, but the figure barely reacted. Instead, he twisted, delivering a **jaw-shattering punch—BAM!** Mr. John skidded backward, his boots **digging into the broken ground.**
Before he could stop—**WHOOSH!** The black figure **appeared behind him**, grabbing his hair and flipping him over before **driving his knee into his abdomen—THUD!** Mr. John coughed blood but **grabbed the figure's neck, locking him in place, and—BOOM!—slammed him into the ground.**
Not wasting a second, Mr. John lifted his leg for a sharp kick, but the figure dodged, spinning around and **delivering a crushing kick—BAM!—sending Mr. John airborne.**
Mr. John twisted in midair, launching himself forward for a **headbutt**—but the black figure **caught his legs!** With **inhuman strength,** he **slammed Mr. John into the ground—BOOM!** before **punching him in the gut—BAM!** Mr. John was sent flying, smashing into a massive boulder that **shattered on impact.**
Before he could recover—**WHOOSH!** The figure vanished and reappeared above him, bringing his knee down for a crushing strike.
**Mr. John blocked it!** The impact sent tremors through the battlefield, but he retaliated with a **thunderous jab to the jaw—SMASH!—then a sharp kick to the ribs.** The black figure staggered slightly, but his eyes gleamed as he raised his hand.
**SHING!** A **pitch-black spike** shot from his fingertip, piercing Mr. John's side. **BOOM!** The explosion **sent him flying miles away, crashing into the ground with an earth-shattering impact.**
The black figure loomed over him, casting a dark shadow. With a mocking smirk, he **kicked Mr. John's ribs—CRACK!** Blood splattered from Mr. John's mouth.
Mr. John spat blood and glared at him. Then, out of nowhere—
**SLAP!**
The black figure froze. His head tilted slightly from the sudden, completely unexpected **open-palm slap** across his face.
Leon's eyes widened.
For a brief moment—there was silence.
Then—
The black figure slowly turned his head back, his smirk **completely gone.**
Mr. John smirked. **"Huh. That actually felt nice."**
The figure's eye **twitched.**
Then—**BAM!** He punched Mr. John in the gut, sending him flying, but Mr. John **flipped midair**, shooting toward him like a javelin—**WHAM!** His shoulder crashed into the black figure's gut.
Before the figure could react, Mr. John twisted, delivering a **spinning kick—BAM!—then a whip kick to the legs—THWACK!** The black figure staggered, his smirk nowhere to be seen.
Leon's flames surged brighter
Leon **rose from the battlefield**, flames crackling around his body. His energy was fully restored, his injuries gone—as if he had never been hurt in the first place. He flexed his fingers, feeling the raw **power** coursing through him.
The **black figure scowled.** His glowing green eyes flickered with slight irritation. "You again?"
Leon cracked his knuckles, grinning. "Mr. John, how exactly were you planning to deal with this guy? Are you finally using more than—"
Before he could finish, **Mr. John simply nodded.**
Leon blinked. "Wait, you mean we can use more than **30%** of our power?"
Mr. John let out a deep breath. "Look, kid, I figured something out. **We can** go past 30%, but **not our full strength.** If we do, this damn mist will crush us."
Flashback
On the **third evening** of their time in the mist, Leon had been about to train when Mr. John stopped him, grabbing his arm.
"Oi, brat. **Don't even think** about using more than 30% of your power in there," he warned. His usual laid-back tone was gone.
Leon frowned. "Why? What's the worst that could happen?"
Mr. John crossed his arms. "I don't know exactly what this mist does when we go all out, but I **do** know that we can only safely use **30%** for now. Give me time—I'll figure out the **real** limit. Until then, don't push it."
Leon sighed. "Alright, alright. I'll hold back."
**End of Flashback.**
Leon smirked. "So, how much can I use now?"
Mr. John smirked back. **"At least 55%.**"
**SHING!**
**A barrage of pitch-black spikes** shot toward them, slicing through the air. Both warriors **dodged instantly.**
The **black figure's voice** cut through the battlefield, calm and unimpressed. **"Are you two done talking? If so… shall we focus on the fight?"**
**WHOOSH!**
Leon blurred forward, his **flaming fist colliding with the black figure's chest—BOOM!** The sheer force sent the figure skidding back. Without wasting a second, Leon's **leg shot forward—WHAM!—a brutal kick connected.**
**Then, both of them vanished.**
A rapid **blur of motion** overtook the battlefield as Leon and the black figure **clashed** at blinding speed. **Fists and kicks collided—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—shockwaves ripping through the air.**
But this time, **Leon had the edge.**
The moment the figure left an opening—**WHAM!** Leon's knee **slammed into his gut—BAM!—then a fiery fist to the ribs—BOOM!** The black figure **crashed toward the ground,** but before he could land—
**FWOOOOSH!**
A **massive fireball erupted from Leon's mouth,** roaring towards the enemy.
The black figure twisted midair, dodging it effortlessly.
But that was a **distraction.**
Before the figure could react—**BAM!** Leon's foot **smashed into his ribs, sending him flying.**
**BOOM!** Mr. John intercepted him mid-flight, his fist **colliding with the figure's side.** The impact sent the figure **spiraling across the battlefield.**
The black figure gritted his teeth and retaliated—**CRACK!** His fist **slammed into Mr. John's ribs, sending him staggering.**
Mr. John steadied himself and charged back in—**BOOM!** He and the black figure **clashed, exchanging rapid blows.** Their fists blurred as they struck each other with incredible speed. **BAM! BAM! BAM!** Mr. John landed a brutal jab to the jaw, but the black figure countered with a **swift knee to his gut—WHAM!** Mr. John gritted his teeth, retaliating with a spinning backfist, but the figure ducked.
Before either of them could follow up—
**"ENOUGH!"**
The **black figure roared, sending an invisible shockwave outward—BOOM!**
The force sent **both Mr. John and Leon flying back,** smashing into the ground.
The black figure **vanished and reappeared in front of Leon, his right hand morphing into a dark blade.**
Before Leon could react—
**SHUNK!**
The **blade pierced directly into his heart.**
Leon's eyes widened. His **body went limp.** Blood **dripped from his mouth** as he collapsed to the ground.
**Lifeless.**
Mr. John's eyes widened. **For the first time, true rage consumed him.**
**"YOU BASTARD!"**
His **entire body flared with energy.**
**BOOM!**
His power erupted, sending a **storm of shockwave blasts** at the black figure.
The black figure countered with **his own shadow attacks,** colliding mid-air—**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!** The battlefield shook with every clash.
In his rage, the black figure **forgot something.**
**Leon.**
**BAM!**
A **blazing fist smashed into his face,** sending him airborne.
Leon stood there, **completely unharmed.**
The black figure's **eyes widened.** "What the—"
In **Leon's hands,** a **rotating orb of flames and energy** started forming. It **grew larger.** The sheer heat distorted the air around it.
Leon **hurled his first unnamed attack** at the black figure—**FWOOOSH!**
**BOOM!!!**
The **orb EXPLODED** on impact, engulfing the black figure in a **massive inferno.**
**But it wasn't over.**
Above them, **Mr. John raised his hands.**
"**1000 HANDS OF EXECUTION!**"
**Invisible** hands materialized all around the black figure. **Hundreds—no, thousands—of unseen fists** rained down from all directions, **BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!** The force of the unseen strikes **rattled the entire battlefield.** The ground beneath them **cracked and shattered** as the black figure was **pummeled relentlessly.**
The assault ended with **one final punch—**
**BOOM!!!**
The black figure **crashed into the earth, creating a massive crater.**
Leon **stood at the edge of the battlefield,** flames surrounding him like an aura. His **final attack began to charge.**
A **colossal dragon-shaped energy blast** formed in his mouth. The sheer heat **warped the air around it.**
**"HOLLOW DRAGON'S ROAR!!"**
The **energy dragon launched forward,** tearing through the battlefield—
**BOOOOOOM!!!**
The explosion was so immense that it **evaporated the surrounding mist, exposing the battlefield.**
For a few minutes, silence.
Then—
**FOOTSTEPS.**
From the **smoldering crater,** the black figure **stepped out.**
His **body was burned, damaged, his cloak tattered.**
But his **eyes were still gleaming with curiosity.**
His gaze locked onto Leon.
And at the exact place where he had **stabbed him...**
There was **no wound.**
The **black figure stood**, his damaged form still radiating menace. He wiped a streak of **dark liquid** from his mouth, his glowing green eyes locked onto Leon. His voice, calm yet tinged with intrigue, cut through the battlefield.
**"I'll figure it out myself… how you survived that,"** he muttered.
Then his expression shifted. The amusement vanished, replaced by something far **more sinister.**
**"Enough playing around."** He straightened, tilting his head slightly. **"Why don't we all unleash the maximum power we can currently use… and end this battle once and for all?"**
**Silence.**
Then—
**A deep, guttural scream erupted from the figure's throat.**
**BOOOOOM!!!**
A **torrent of black smoke and dark energy exploded** from his body. The **ground cracked apart** beneath him, splitting into jagged chasms. A suffocating pressure **descended upon the battlefield**, making the air heavy, thick.
The sky above seemed to **dim**, as if his very presence was draining the light from the world. The **earth trembled violently** under his sheer power.
The **ground beneath him started decaying,** turning to dust.
**BA-DUM! BA-DUM!**
A low, rhythmic sound pulsed through the battlefield like a war drum—the very heartbeat of his surging power.
Leon **grinned.**
**"Alright,"** he cracked his neck. **"But remember, you asked for this."**
His **aura exploded outward**—an inferno of pure heat. **Flames surged around him, twisting and growing, their brightness intensifying.**
**BOOM!**
The **flames turned blue.** The sheer heat **melted the surrounding rocks and boulders,** their forms liquefying into molten pools.
Then—
**FWOOOSH!**
The **flames turned white.**
The moment they did, **everything around him began to evaporate.** The ground beneath his feet **became lava, then steam.** The sheer **temperature alone turned solid stone into mist.** The battlefield was engulfed in an aura of blinding white fire, the air itself shimmering violently.
Leon **stood at the center of it all, untouched.** His very presence now burned like the heart of a dying star.
Mr. John, standing beside him, **closed his eyes.** His body **hummed with power**, his aura flaring out in **waves of invisible force.** Unlike Leon's fiery explosion, Mr. John's power was something else entirely—**it was pure, condensed pressure.**
Then—
They **both** shouted in unison.
**"THIRTYTH RELEASE POINT UNLOCKED!"**
**BOOOOOOOOM!!!**
The **shockwave of their combined release shattered everything.**
The **ground didn't just crack—it shattered into floating debris,** as if gravity itself had broken. The battlefield **lurched, shaking violently, like an earthquake given life.**
The **air rippled, tearing apart from sheer force.**
Boulders **vaporized instantly,** turning to mist from Leon's heat. The **cracked earth** trembled beneath Mr. John's pressure, as if the ground itself was trying to **pull away from his power.**
The entire **landscape** warped, twisted under the overwhelming surge of raw energy.
For the first time since the battle began—
The **black figure smirked.**
**This… was going to be fun.**
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TO BE CONTINUDE ...
Enjoy this chapter. Leave a review and drop a power stone in this novel if you like it. And remember that was not the full power of all of them. Because if they will use their full power there body will be crushed, under the pressure of the mist. As Mr John said they are just using their 55% of the power. And well the moral of the story is never disrespect Mr John, aur if you will become the dust by his beating. Lol, so I am going to write the next chapter till then bye bye