My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Breaking Point
“Never show your face again?” Julius repeated. As much as he hated to admit it, Asher was far more attractive than he was.

“I see now. So that’s the face you use to seduce my Lizana,”

‘Not at all. I was even wearing a mask to avoid that,’ he sighed.

Fate had cursed him. No matter what he did, he always ended up in situations where a woman—a key figure—somehow fell for him, only to cause trouble later.

By this point, he came to terms with it.

“Don’t blame me just because she rejected you”

BOOOOM!

Julius’s emerald aura erupted, his hair flowing upward as his energy surged.

BOOOOM!

Asher reacted quickly, his golden aura rising to meet the challenge.

The two powers clashed, fighting for dominance.

The space between them vibrated as the arena itself shook under the force of their overwhelming power. Neither was willing to back down.

“You’re going to die here. ” Julius could no longer hold his emotions in check.

The other sorcerers began scrambling, and the crowd quickly evacuated the arena, knowing it was already too late for negotiations

Then, the two flew to the center of the arena, silently agreeing to let everyone evacuate before starting the fight.

On the platform, the sages and the six named ones stood together, waiting to see what would happen next.

Aside from them, some onlookers—mainly from noble families and outsiders like Talira’s group—stayed for different reasons.

Would this be another easy victory for Julius, or the start of the rise of a new Sorcerer King?

“What are you planning, Lizana?” Kaliah, the white tigerkin, broke the silence. It was obvious that her friend had intentionally fanned the flames, pushing both men to kill each other.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. They did this on their own,” she feigned ignorance, not even bothering to hide her smile, and the excitement in her eyes.

“You do realize you just sentenced that man to death, right? There’s no way he can win against Julius inside Eryx. This place is his domain. No amount of talent or power can surpass that.” Kaliah tried to snap some sense into her

But she seemed unfazed by it all.

“It’s true his power is almost limitless inside Eryx, but I still believe Ash will win this fight.”

The other named sages, who had been quietly listening, couldn’t hold back any longer.

Murmurs spread across the platform before one of them finally spoke up. The Elemental Sage, Liara.

“Have you lost your mind? Do you really think he stands a chance? He’s going to die, and you’ll regret pushing the Sorcerer King this far.”

The others nodded in agreement. The only reason Lizana could speak so boldly was because Julius had always been on her side.

But after her daring declaration that tarnished the king’s name, she would be lucky if he didn’t tie her down and take what he wanted the hard way.

Kaliah, agreeing with the others, tried to convince her. “You should apologize to Julius after he wins this fight and forget about that outsider. He’s as good as dead.”

“That’s right, Listen to Kaliah,” Liara sneered. “If you offer yourself to him, he might just spare you.”

Lizana’s let out a mocking smile as she replied, “You never change, Liara. You’re still clinging to the king like a bitch. Isn’t it tiring to always be a substitute?”

The Elemental Sage’s face flushed red with anger, the words hitting their mark.

“At least I’m smart enough to pick the right side,” Liara shot back, refusing to lose in this verbal exchange.

Lizana only shook her head in disappointment. “The right side? We’ll see about that,”

She decided to let it go. There was no point in explaining herself to them. Only time would reveal who had made the right choice.

Back in the middle of the arena, the two sorcerers reached their peak. Asher unleashed 100% of his current reserves, causing the space around him to distort .

They were evenly matched now, their aura crackling in the air. Anyone foolish enough to get too close would be obliterated instantly by the sheer force radiating from them.

Not just people—no normal spell could be casted within their range.

Spells could only function if there was enough energy to fuel them, and in such a heavily controlled and dominated space, they ceased to work.

It was the simplest and most direct way to create an anti spell barrier.

“I must admit, you’re strong. Your energy reserves are already equal to mine,” Julius acknowledged.

“However—” he paused, raising his right hand. The rings on his fingers began to glow, their light intensifying with every second.

His aura grew denser, doubling in quality and forcefully pushing the golden energy back.

“You can’t surpass me here. They call me the Immortal King for a reason.” He raised his left hand, and the ring glowed once again.

His energy tripled, as if to demonstrate that the gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.

Asher showed no hint of fear, despite being overwhelmed. He had expected this much of gap, but seeing it firsthand was unsettling.

If the Sorcerer King launched a spell now, the difference in their energy would shatter any defense Asher could muster.

‘I’m already at full capacity, and I don’t have any artifacts to boost my strength like him,’ he sighed, realizing just how much of a game-changer those items were.

But it wasn’t that he had no options left. The problem was that he didn’t like the idea of being forced to use it here, in front of so many sorcerers.

There would be nothing stopping them from ganging up on him after their fight.

‘No time for hesitation,’

Asher focused on his core, then turned his attention to his magic pathways.

They resembled ropes made of smaller strands twisted together, and his advantage over others was that his were thicker and more numerous, allowing him to control the flow of energy with far greater efficiency.

Normally, when someone released their energy, they reinforced these rope-like magic pathways to make them more durable.

This allowed them to pull more power from their core in a single release, which was necessary for casting large-scale destructive spells.

But because he had far more strands to control, he could do something others couldn’t— Self Destruction with a chance of survival.

BOOOM!

His aura surged higher and higher, each strand that broke triggering explosive bursts of power within him, akin to the chain reactions seen in nuclear fission. (Splitting atoms releases energy. )

In no time, his aura climbed to a new level—doubling, tripling, quadrupling.

His skin began to crack, and all of that pent up energy threatened to burst out from his body.

But before he could completely destroy himself in this suicidal attempt, the remaining strands in his magic pathways began regenerating the destroyed ones, making it possible for him to sustain this form for a short period of time.

His eyes glowed bright white, and neon-like veins pulsed beneath his skin, flickering in and out of existence.

BOOM!

“500%,” his voice echoed like thunder, though no one could understand what he was referring to.

“600%,” he pushed further. The numbers kept climbing as his aura intensified.

“700%”

“800%”

“900%”

“1000%”