chsdbacks Chapter 83 - 83: Ultimate Comeback
Chapter 83 - 83: Ultimate Comeback
The black-haired man stood frozen in place, his body trembling with shock. His wide eyes were filled with disbelief as the realization struck him—his most powerful attack had been effortlessly stopped.
The flame that had once roared with his confidence now flickered weakly in his grasp, snuffed out by the terrifying force that was Lucy.
His two comrades, the ponytailed mage and the spiky-haired warrior, were no better off. Their faces had turned ashen, their earlier bravado drained away like the last embers of a dying fire.
The sheer horror of the situation had left them speechless, their minds struggling to comprehend how their combined efforts, their very last reserves of mana, had been rendered utterly useless against the girl who now stood before them.
Lucy's smirk deepened, a chilling expression that only added to the growing dread in the men's hearts. She took a step forward, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the fear that now radiated from her opponents.
"Did you really think," she began, her voice dripping with scorn, "that while you were busy preparing your ultimate attack, I was just standing here doing nothing?" Her tone was mocking, laced with a cold amusement that sent shivers down their spines.
The black-haired man's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. His mind was a whirl of panic, desperately
Lucy's gaze locked onto them, her amusement evident in the slow, deliberate way she raised her hand. With a flick of her fingers, she sealed their fate. Her voice, low and dripping with menace, cut through the air like a blade. "Eruption."
The three men barely had time to comprehend the word before their fate was sealed. Their screams of desperation and terror were cut short as the black-haired man's body erupted, the explosion engulfing all three in a violent burst of flames and energy.
The sound of their final, futile cries was drowned out by the deafening roar of the blast, which reduced them to nothing but ash in an instant.
As the dust and debris settled, an eerie silence fell over the arena. The once-mighty opponents, who had taunted and mocked Lucy just moments before, were now obliterated—nothing more than charred remnants scattered across the battlefield.
The contrast between the silence and the violence that had just occurred was stark, leaving the audience in stunned disbelief.
Lucy stood amidst the destruction, her laughter echoing through the arena like the manic cackle of a madwoman who had just taken perverse delight in her victory.
The sound was unnerving, sending chills down the spines of those who heard it. Slowly, she turned her gaze toward the audience, her expression cold and filled with dark satisfaction.
"Do any of you still dare to bully me?" she asked, her voice carrying a mocking edge that cut through the silence like a knife.
The threat hung heavily in the air, the weight of her words sinking into the hearts of everyone present. The audience, filled with both fear and awe, remained silent.
No one dared to challenge her further, the memory of what had just transpired a vivid reminder of the consequences of underestimating Lucy.