I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode! - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Judicator, the Fallen Angel
The room was now filled with a sense of tension, as Judicator, the Fallen Angel, began to close the distance between it and Stark.

The two figures were facing one another, locked in a battle of wills, and perhaps soon, of physical prowess as well since they weren’t that far from each other.

“Your destiny ends here, human, for I, one of the apostles of the ‘Godless Demons’ will erase your puny existence from this place!” its sword glew ten times as bright.

“Lots of talk for someone who is about to die,” Stark smiled, activating [Domination] as well as he couldn’t allow himself to be overpowered before activating his skill, that boss seemed extremely powerful.

“Let us see, then…” it’s pitch black eyes began glowing with a golden light that almost felt like it was sucking up the atmosphere of the chamber.

Then…

~FLAP, FLAP~

Judicator spread its dark wings and began flying in the air as it flapped them repeatedly, slowly but surely still approaching Stark, a wide smile on its face.

“This is only the beginning, and once I get rid of you, I will exit this place and show your kind the terror the ‘Godless Demons’ will bring to you all…”

“Stop yapping and just get this over with!” Stark retorked, he really disliked mysterious talk for no reason.

“…” Judicator rolled his eyes and dived toward Stark, his crimson sword with spikes all over it aimed to cut the boy’s head off.

“PERCEPTION!”

…

[Name: Judicator, The Fallen Angel (BOSS – Godless Demon Apostle)]

[Level: 60]

[HP: 245000]

[Strength: 2172]

[Stamina: 1243]

[Speed: 1827]

[Defense: 1079]

[Skills: Furious Strike, Crimson Reaper, Divine Blindness, Celestial Punches, Angel’s Eyes, Wind Absorption, Body of a Saint, Anger of the Fallen, Holy Aura…]

…

“Furious Strike!” the angel used his most common skill and swung his crimson sword at Stark.

“Focus!” Stark’s eyes began glowing with aura as he saw the attack a micro-second before it hit him, and so he crouched at the perfect moment.

~SLASH~

The blade missed Stark by a hair’s breadth.

“You’re not bad,” Judicator said, with a hint of respect in his voice, “But you still don’t stand a chance.”

~BOOM, BOOM,BOOM~

Stark heard an explosion behind him, and he realized that when Judicator slashed the air, a trail of crescent crimson aura was sent toward some of the pillars of the chamber, passing through them and destroying them all.

“NANI?” Stark’s eyes widened and sweat poured from his forehead, this was supposed to be the aftermath of the angel’s most common attack…?

“AURA SMASH!” Stark focused his aura into his two fists while rolling away, then sent them toward the angel.

~FWISH~

“Interesting… let us see how well your attacks do against my sword!” the angel grinned, positioning himself like a baseball player trying to hit a ball.

~STRIKE~

But of course, he didn’t know that such attacks from Stark couldn’t be deflected…

“BOOM! BOOM!” he was hit twice while trying to cut the fists in half.

“-16251! -15728!”

But surprisingly enough, once the smoke from the explosion disappeared, Judicator stood there, at the same spot, unfazed, almost as if he hadn’t just received 30k damage.

“Hm~ seems like I cannot cut such attacks, what an interesting way of fighting…” he looked like he was actually having fun, everything was but a game for him.

Stark looked at Judicator, his expression unchanged. He had never seen an opponent who could take that much damage and not be affected.

This was not going to be an easy fight.

“CRIMSON SPEARS!” he summoned the three spears beside his body, then crossed his arms, a trail of aura pouring from his eyes, “Let’s see how well you can do then, angel!”

“You use your hands… huh… =)” Judicator exclaimed, dropping to the ground and setting his crimson sword aside.

He put both of his palms together before shouting: “CELESTIAL PUNCHES!”

And suddenly, his hands glowed with a golden/divine aura, and with a loud roar, he hurled himself at Stark like a meteor.

Stark sent his spears toward the angel with a calm expression, getting ready for impact.

But… the angel avoided the first two, and even grabbed the third one to break it in half.

The room was filled with an electrifying atmosphere as Stark and Judicator engaged in their intense battle.

This wasn’t a fight between sword and fists now, it was a full on boxing match.

~BAM, BAM, BAM~

Stark blocked the blows from the angel using his fists.

“-1! -1! -1!”

Then he would try to sneak in an attack on Judicator, who just avoided it using his wings, which gave him a slight speed boost every time he flapped them.

This was an unfair match to begin, and so Stark needed to figure out a way to get him out of his tail since he seemed a bit faster and stronger than he was.

“GOTCHA!” Judicator laughed as he grabbed Stark’s shirt and sent him against one of the marble pillars of the chamber.

~CRASH~

“-3147!” Stark equipped his ‘protective barrier’, which tanked the blow, but it was still too much.

The pillar he had hit crumbled from the sheer strength of the throw and also because of how durable Stark’s body was when surrounded by aura.

“Shit…” he wiped the blood that came from his mouth, and got ready for another barrage of attacks as he saw that Judicator was dashing at him using the speed boost he was getting from flapping his wings, ‘Those damn wings…’

Stark gritted his teeth, his eyes entirely focused on the wings, not even paying attention to Judicator who was approaching.

And if he wanted to hit that angel… if he wanted to win… he would need to get rid of them.

“You’re no fun anymore!” Judicator laughed, his perfect face contorted into a large grimace as he prepared to punch Stark and end his life.

“CELESTIAL PUNCH!”

Stark didn’t back down, he felt like he had an idea and decided to go for it.

~FWISH~

He grabbed the first hand that came toward him with his own aura-filled one.

“-272!” it caused some damage, but it was worth it, he hoped.

“CELESTIAL PUNCH!” Judicator used the skill again, this time tried to kill Stark with his free hand.

But Stark did it again, now grabbing of the angel’s hands with his own.

“Is that your plan?” Judicator smiled, increasing the strength of his hands and moving forward, pushing Stark.

“No…” Stark smiled as he looked up.

And then…

He pulled his head back, then filled his forehead with an immense amount of aura.

~SMASH~

With a surge of power, Stark headbutted the fallen angel’s face, sending him flying back with tremendous force.

“-21826!” his forehead was really solid, maybe because he was so smart (heh).

“You little…” Judicator was taken aback, his nose bleeding from the impact.

But before he could do anything else as he was recovering…

Stark was already behind him.

“…?” Judicator felt the aura behind him, and for the first time, he lost his smile, sensing that whatever was behind him wasn’t something he could joke around with.

“I’LL TEAR THOSE WINGS FROM YOU,” Stark shouted then jumped on the angel’s back.

And in addition to that situation Stark was put in…

Whatever was happening inside the monument…

Everyone was seeing it from the outside.