Chaos Devourer System

46  Clash of Titans: Sammodra Vs Zeras 1

Standing opposite each other on the battle stage, two young men stood, their backs as straight as spines while a trident taller than they were was held in their hands.

Zeras looked at Sammodra but soon ignored him due to his arrogant expression as he looked at the crowd instead. He could see them cheering loudly for Sammodra as if the conclusion of the battle had already been made up in their mind.

"They seemed pretty confident in you, didn't they?" Zeras asked chuckling but all he met was the cold eyes of Sammodra filled with disdain.

"I don't think you're worthy enough to chat with me, are you?" Sammodra said causing a surprised expression to appear on Zera's face before widening Into a smile.

A bloodthirsty smile. He could feel Sammodra's arrogance was deeply rooted in his bones and wasn't at all formed. It was as natural as a god to a mortal. But he will make sure to properly wash away that arrogance from his bones.

"Ready, Goooo---"

The announcer had not even finished the word when both figures immediately faded away like ghosts from where they stood.

"BAAAAAAAAANG."

The space rippled continuously from the collision sending out a violent pulse of shockwaves throughout the water as two tridents locked together in a fierce embrace.

Zera's blue eyes stared into Sammodra's as if saying 'How was that' while a smirk appeared in Sammodra's eyes which could be interpreted as 'what was'.

Without even moving an inch back from the collision, both figures collided once again as another horrifying bang sound echoed throughout the battle stage.

"BOOOM" Neither Zeras nor Sammodra used any tricks in this pure face-off as each used pure raw strength as if wanting to prove dominance over the other, brutalizing each other with their trident as violent tremors rocked the entire stage.

They seemed to have become ghosts flickering in and out of existence, their sign of battle present on the cracks that appear occasionally on the battle stage. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"BOOM"

"BOOM"

"BOOM"

They both exchanged hundreds of moves before they once again crashed into the walls of the battle stage.

The crowd was shocked witnessing the pure physical brutality of the match as they couldn't help but shudder due to every reverberation their attacks caused to the battle stage.

A smile appeared on Zeras's face as he stood up from the crack he fell into. Even though blood could be seen running down the side of his mouth, he ignored it as he stood up and clenched his trident in his hands before staring at the rubble on the opposite wall that was slowly clearing.

Standing up from his fallen position was Sammodra who also held his trident in his hands, a surprised expression on his face.

Right now in that exchange, he could the boy was in no way inferior to him when it came to pure brute strength.

"It seems I underestimated you earlier..." Sammodra said as he finally acknowledged Zeras, speaking to him for the first time of his own volition, something he had never done throughout the fight.

"So you want to become King? Huh?" Sammodra asked suddenly surprising Zeras.

"I guess."

"Your thinking is mundane. Becoming a King to you is a great accomplishment, but to me, this entire competition is nothing but a facade. I have bigger plans, grander than the thought of becoming a King." Sammodra said with a smile filled with disdain, like a king to a slave.

Zeras could feel it, although the competition was to determine who the King of Atlantis was. He could tell Sammodra to think nothing of the competition. It could even be said that this competition is nothing but a small step in completing that goal of his.

Zeras's eyes suddenly narrowed as he asked

"Does that grand plan of yours include taking possession of the Golden Trident of Atlantis?" Sammodra's eyes immediately widened to their absolute limit from shock. He stared at Zeras mind-absently as he never expected him to know of that but he was quick to regain himself as he asked.

"How...How...do you know of the trident?" He asked his voice still shaking.

"It seems I nailed it," Zeras said with a smile. He had doubted the tale the old man told him, but who would have thought Sammodra was only after Atlas Golden Trident?

"It doesn't matter if you know it or not. I might have allowed you to live before by simply knocking you out. But now that you know something about the trident. I'm afraid I can no longer let you leave here alive." Sammodra said coldly as a grey-colored card suddenly appeared between his fingers.

Tearing the card into two, a blue-coloured barrier appeared outside the battle stage covering both of them in a circular cocoon.

Zeras's eyes narrowed looking at the barrier as he discovered, that even if he surrendered, his voice still wouldn't be heard. Besides the barrier looked sturdy and it wouldn't be easy to break out of it. Not like he would be given a chance to do so.

"To set up a barrier covering us both. As the thought of you being defeated instead never occurred to you at all." Zeras asked confused. They were almost equal in strength in the last battle, he never would have guessed Sammodra still dared to propose a life-and-death battle even after that.

"Defeat? Tch. I've seen the limit of your strength and saying it could rival mine was a thought that could be entertained.

But unfortunately, I possess a power, a power greater than all you puny Athlantheans could even begin comprehending." Sammodra said his voice deepening and dripping with malice closer to the end and right before Zera's eyes, he began taking on a hellish transformation that shocked Zeras to his bones.

An extremely sinister air like that of a devil flooded into the battle stage as Sammodra's figure began his transformation.

A transformation into something greater than being an Athlanthean.

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