Arrival of the Demon King

The battlefield fell into a tense silence.

Yue Rin coughed up blood, struggling to lift herself from the ground. Every inch of her body screamed in pain, but her eyes remained fixed on the figure standing in the distance.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding an overwhelming presence—Abhay Rajpoot had arrived.

His dark eyes glowed faintly under the moonlight, scanning the battlefield with a detached, almost bored expression. The air around him crackled with unseen power, his mere presence distorting the atmosphere like a storm about to erupt.

The masked warrior stood his ground, his lips curving into a smirk. "So you're the infamous Abhay Rajpoot." His voice carried an amused tone, yet a flicker of wariness appeared in his posture.

Abhay's gaze briefly landed on Yue Rin's battered form before shifting back to the enemy. His expression darkened.

"Who gave you permission to touch what's mine?"

The masked warrior's smirk widened. "Interesting. You actually care?"

Abhay didn't respond. He vanished.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the masked warrior.

A punch—faster than lightning.

The masked warrior barely had time to react before the impact sent him flying across the battlefield, smashing through a half-destroyed wall. Dust and debris exploded into the air.

Yue Rin's breath hitched. She hadn't even seen him move.

The masked warrior groaned, shaking off the rubble as he stood. He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and let out a chuckle. "Not bad." His voice was hoarse, but his excitement was unmistakable.

This was the kind of opponent he had been waiting for.

Abhay took a slow step forward, his posture relaxed yet exuding complete dominance. His hands casually rested in his pockets, but Yue Rin knew—he was already prepared to kill.

The masked warrior raised his hands, dark energy swirling around him like living shadows.

"Let's see if you can keep up, Rajpoot."

And then—he attacked.

A massive surge of black energy shot forward like a tidal wave, roaring towards Abhay at impossible speed. The ground cracked beneath its pressure.

But Abhay? He didn't even blink.

He walked straight through it.

The darkness shattered upon contact.

The masked warrior's smirk disappeared. His eyes widened.

Impossible.

Abhay closed the distance in a fraction of a second.

His fist tore through the air—

BOOM!

The masked warrior barely managed to block, but the force sent shockwaves through the battlefield. His arms trembled under the sheer power behind the strike.

Abhay leaned in. His voice was cold.

"Too weak."

And then—

He grabbed the masked warrior's face and slammed him into the ground.

A crater formed beneath them.

The earth shook. The sheer force sent debris flying in all directions. Yue Rin had to shield herself from the impact, her heart pounding in her chest.

This… this was Abhay Rajpoot at full strength.

Not a businessman.

Not a crime lord.

Not a man.

A monster.

The masked warrior groaned, blood dripping down his forehead. His body ached. He tried to move, but Abhay's boot pressed against his chest, pinning him down.

Abhay's expression remained unreadable. No emotion. No mercy.

He slowly raised his foot—

And stomped down.

CRACK!

The masked warrior screamed, blood spraying from his mouth as his ribs shattered under the force.

Abhay crouched down, gripping his opponent's throat. His fingers tightened like an iron vice.

"You made a mistake today."

His voice was almost bored, as if this entire fight had been nothing more than an inconvenience.

The masked warrior's vision blurred. He could feel his consciousness slipping.

But then—

A sudden explosion of energy erupted from the distance.

Abhay's eyes narrowed.

More enemies.

And this time… they were stronger.

Yue Rin's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Abhay… behind you!"

Abhay let go of the masked warrior, standing up as new figures emerged from the shadows.

The real battle was about to begin.