BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
The deafening explosion rattled the grand hall. As the smoke slowly cleared, the high-class audience stared in absolute disbelief. The one sent flying across the arena, bruised and battered, wasn't the foolish human servant.
It was Riser!
"Y-YOU BASTARD!"
Riser gasped in pain, his aristocratic clothes torn. Yet, driven by sheer fury, his body immediately began to glow with a brilliant, fiery light. The bruises faded, and the broken bones snapped back into place in a matter of seconds.
This was the absolute cheat of the Phenex bloodline. Fire, wind, and supreme immortality.
No matter how hard Issei hit him, Riser could manipulate the flames to perfectly regenerate his body. He was practically unkillable.
"IT'S COMPLETELY USELESS!" Riser laughed, his eyes burning with dark, unrestrained lust as he glared at the boy. "NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, YOUR ATTACKS MEAN NOTHING! YOU WILL LOSE, AND I WILL CLAIM RIAS AS MY WIFE TONIGHT! LET'S SEE HOW YOU REACT WHEN I STRIP HER BARE AND IMPREGNATE HER, RED DRAGON EMPEROR!"
Riser didn't care about Issei's sudden burst of strength. It was completely meaningless against true immortality! He was going to savor the absolute despair on this pathetic boy's face when he finally dragged the beautiful, trembling Rias to his bed.
"Oh, God..."
Finn sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. Listening to Riser's obscenely crude taunts while watching Issei's aura violently erupt in pure, unrestrained jealousy was giving him a headache.
"I WILL DEFINITELY NEVER FORGIVE YOU, BASTARD! RIAS GREMORY'S VIRGINITY BELONGS TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
"....."
The entire venue fell dead silent.
Yet, along with Issei's incredibly shameless, perverted scream, a terrifying, suffocating wave of draconic power exploded from his body. The sheer anger of the Red Dragon Emperor had reached its boiling point, and Issei was finally ready to unleash the secret weapon he had smuggled in.
"COME ON THEN!" Riser roared back, flaring his wings of fire. "LET ME SHOW YOU THE ABSOLUTE WALL BETWEEN A HIGH-CLASS DEVIL AND A LOW-CLASS PIECE OF TRASH! WE LIVE IN TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS—"
But before Riser could finish his arrogant speech, Issei closed the distance. Riser raised his hands to effortlessly catch the punch, entirely confident in his regeneration.
HIIISSSSSSS!
"W-WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU BASTARD?!"
Riser shrieked in sudden, blinding agony. His flawless immortality faltered. The flesh on his stomach violently blistered and burned, and the wounds absolutely refused to heal. The agonizing, searing pain brought the arrogant noble straight to his knees.
"I DRENCHED IT IN HOLY WATER, YOU BASTARD!"
Issei stood over him, his left arm completely clad in the jagged, crimson armor of the Red Dragon Emperor. Wrapped tightly around his gauntlet was a silver cross, dripping heavily with blessed Holy Water!
"HOLY WATER AND A CROSS! YOU MIGHT BE A HIGH-CLASS NOBLE, BUT WHEN I HIT YOU WITH THIS, WE ARE ALL EXACTLY THE SAME! I'M GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"
The crimson aura around Issei flared into a blinding pillar of light.
"BALANCE BREAKER! BOOSTED GEAR: SCALE MAIL!"
A heavy, majestic draconic pressure crushed the air in the room as Issei charged forward, wielding the holy-drenched cross like brass knuckles.
"Y-YOU CRAZY BASTARD!"
Riser scrambled backward in sheer terror. To a Devil, deliberately wielding Holy Water and a blessed cross was literal suicide! It would burn the user's flesh to ash! Issei was violently burning his own arm just to bypass Riser's immortality!
"THIS IS FOR KONEKO-CHAN! HURTING SUCH A CUTE, PETITE GIRL IS UNFORGIVABLE!"
BOOOOM!
"GUWAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
Riser took a devastating punch directly to the gut. The holy energy seared his internal organs, leaving him completely paralyzed by the pain.
"THIS IS FOR KIBA!"
BOOOOM!
"GUWAAAHHHH!"
Gathering every single ounce of his power, Issei pulled his blazing crimson fist back, locking his sights directly onto Riser's arrogant face.
"AND THIS IS FOR RIAS-BUCHOU! I WON'T EVER FORGIVE YOU FOR MAKING HER CRY AND TELLING THE WORLD YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE HER BODY!"
Issei screamed with all his might, the sheer volume rattling the chandeliers. "BUCHOU'S VIRGINITY IS MINE!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
The impact sounded like a cannon firing. Riser was violently launched across the arena, his body smashing through the marble floor and crashing into a reinforced pillar.
Yet, even with Riser down, Issei's lust-fueled rage was entirely unstoppable. His eyes were completely bloodshot. Nobody could pacify the sheer fury of the Red Dragon Emperor!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
Issei roared to the heavens. The crimson armor grew blindingly hot, letting out a heavy hiss of steam that drastically raised the temperature of the room. Driven by raw, primal emotion, the legendary dragon residing within the gear, Ddraig, eagerly supplied him with even more devastating power.
"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Issei lunged forward, ready to end it.
"Y-You bastard! Do you even know what you're destroying?!" Riser coughed up blood, desperately trying to drag his broken body away. "You are destroying the sacred traditions of our race! Devils are on the verge of extinction! We must preserve our bloodlines through pure marriages! We are the High-Class! We are supposed to be the absolute standard—"
"SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP!"
Issei screamed, completely drowning out the noble's logic. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR COMPLICATED POLITICS! NO MATTER WHAT, I WON'T GIVE BUCHOU'S BODY TO YOU! HER VIRGINITY IS MINE, NO MATTER WHAT!"
"BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOOST!"
The mechanical voice of the gauntlet echoed violently as the power inside Issei swelled to apocalyptic levels. The sheer, overwhelming density of the energy was literally starting to tear his human muscles apart!
Yet, Issei completely ignored the tearing of his own flesh. His body was entirely numb to everything except the burning desire to brutally smash the arrogant noble into a bloody paste!
"N-NO!"
Riser threw his hands up in absolute despair, knowing his regeneration couldn't save him from a localized nuke.
Suddenly, a delicate blur of motion flashed across the battlefield.
"No! Stop it!"
"Ravel?!"
Riser's eyes widened in absolute shock as his little sister teleported directly in front of him, throwing her arms out to protect him!
Issei's blazing fist was already moving faster than the speed of sound. It tore through the air, carrying enough raw kinetic force to completely obliterate anything in its path.
In a standard story, the righteous protagonist would miraculously stop his punch just inches from the beautiful, trembling heroine's face. He would pull his fist back, showcase his benevolence, and leave the arrogant villainess entirely smitten with his mercy.
But Ravel didn't have time to wait for a miracle. She squeezed her eyes shut, her plush, heavily corseted chest heaving as she braced for the agonizing impact.
"You really are far too reckless, Ravel."
"Eh?"
The roaring wind of the dragon's punch instantly vanished.
Ravel slowly opened her eyes. The devastating blow hadn't hit her. Instead, a massive, incredibly broad back entirely eclipsed her vision.
The intoxicating, heavy scent of expensive cologne and raw, suffocating masculine power washed over her. It was a scent she had just memorized only minutes ago while chatting with Sona Sitri.
Finn Balam had casually stepped onto the battlefield, placing his massive frame directly between her delicate body and the raging Red Dragon Emperor.
"Enough," Finn said. His voice was incredibly calm, yet it carried an absolute, freezing dominance that commanded obedience.
But Issei, completely blinded by his lustful rage and running on pure adrenaline, didn't care who was standing in his way. He poured every single drop of his multiplied power into his fist to prove he was the strongest!
"MOVE, YOU BASTARDDDDDDDDDD!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!
"FINN-SAMA!" Ravel screamed, her heart leaping into her throat as the devastating shockwave violently shattered the marble beneath their feet.
The dust plumed outward, obscuring the arena. But as the smoke slowly cleared, Ravel gasped.
Finn hadn't moved a single inch. His tailored suit wasn't even wrinkled. He stood perfectly still, having effortlessly caught Issei's ultimate, armor-clad punch right in the palm of his bare hand.
Finn looked down at the trembling, struggling boy, his golden eyes entirely unimpressed.
"Have you finally calmed down?"
"...."