My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Single Point
“1000%.”

The words barely left his lips when his energy exploded outward, shaking the arena’s very foundations. It was his current limit—any more, and he would implode, taking all of Eryx with him.

The sheer volatility of his state made it a suicide attempt for both parties. But he had no choice—it was the only way to defeat the Sorcerer King.

Any half-hearted attempt would spell Asher’s downfall—that’s just how powerful his opponent was.

Julius’s eyes narrowed, his composure finally slipping.

This was the first time he encountered someone with this much power, and his mind involuntarily flashed back to a legendary race that once ruled the world—the dragons.

It was a terrifying thought, but if he was really facing one, he could no longer afford to be careless.

No one knew how those powerful beings had gone extinct, but it was universally agreed they were the only ones capable of wielding such immense power.

Even the dragon core in his chest, the source of his strength, had been forged from one of their kind and was the only medium that allowed him to teleport.

Julius inhaled deeply, trying to compose himself.

But in the time it took to blink, something completely unexpected happened.

A hand was already on his face.

“I have no time to waste on you,” Asher whispered, his grip tightening on the Sorcerer King’s face before flying upwards.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Julius look helpless as his face was slammed through the layers of the arena, each floor crumbling like paper, his head acting as the battering ram until they completely broke through the highest floor.

The sky above was dark, save for the eerie green glow of the moon casting its strange light over them.

Asher wasted no time and hurled his opponent into the distance.

SWOOOOSH!

The throw alone was enough to generate a high-pitched, whistling sound, after the air was split apart by the force.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Walls shattered one after another as the Sorcerer King was tossed like a mere ragdoll.

Those watching from outside stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. The mighty, immortal Sorcerer King—once thought invincible—was now brought low in a display of power so overwhelming that it defied reason.

“You think you can humiliate me like this?” Julius snarled, clapping his hands together. In an instant, he teleported behind Asher and cast a sure-kill spell.

“Rapture!” Julius sneered, certain everything would end with this.

But when his hand touched Asher, he exploded into thousands of golden butterflies, soaring at lightning speed—only to rematerialize directly above the sorcerer king.

“You should have given me the dragon core when I asked nicely,” Asher shook his head, before his fist came crashing down, packed with concentrated energy.

BOOOOM!

Julius’s body was sent flying down into the arena.

The onlookers—including Lizana—stood frozen. They planned to fly up and check on their king, so seeing him hurtling back was nothing short of jaw-dropping.

But their shock was far from over. Asher shot down like a falling star, his descent faster than the eye could follow.

He slammed into Julius again, like a beast in a frenzy. He pinned the Sorcerer King with his legs, fists hammering down in rapid succession, each blow a thunderous strike aimed at shattering the barrier protecting him.

He knew Julius couldn’t be killed until his defense was shattered.

Punch after punch exploded on impact, each one shaking the ground beneath them.

“You’re running out of time, aren’t you?” the Sorcerer King grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he sensed Asher’s growing desperation. The attacks might looked strong, but they were just flashy and lacked penetrating power.

“Go on, keep hitting me! You might have more reserve than me right now, but I’m limitless here. You’ll never break through my barrier!”

Asher refused to back down, pouring everything into each punch.

Flashes of blinding light erupted with every strike, the sheer force creating heatwave that obliterated anything or anyone foolish enough to come near.

Then, without warning, he froze mid-strike, all the energy in his body evaporating into thin air.

“Looks like your time is up,” Julius sneered.

“I’ll make sure you’re death will be—” He stopped mid-sentence, sensing that something was off.

“Yeah, time’s up… but not for me,”

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30 seconds earlier.

Across Eryx, people gathered in the streets, their eyes drawn to the sky.

“What is that enormous thing?” a man gasped, pointing upward.

There it was—a colossal, 20-layered golden magic circle, each layer shrinking as it went down like a giant reverse cone.

At the heart of it all, a lone figure hovered, radiating a mesmerizing blend of golden and dark energy that rippled through the air.

His form looked almost ethereal, a bad sign that he was barely holding his body together.

It was Asher.

Unbeknownst to Julius, the one he was fighting wasn’t the real deal.

It was merely a copy—a controlled replica .

This incredible feat was made possible only after he ascended to this state. His connection to the energy around him grew far more attuned, allowing him to temporarily share his consciousness with his replica.

So how did it came to this?

It all came down to his meticulous planning. From the beginning, he knew that defeating Julius required more than raw power—it was about outthinking him.

Grabbing Julius’s head, hurling him into the sky, and slamming him back into the arena ground was all part of it.

Every move was calculated, each one a step in a chess game where he was always multiple moves ahead of his opponent.

He had even taken into consideration how egotistical his opponent was, knowing that Julius’s need to assert dominance would make him complacent.

Little did he know, those flashes of light weren’t meant to hurt him—they were meant to conceal the real attack.

Now, the Sorcerer King, who was blinded by being at the top for far too long, was about to receive a one time lesson.

‘Time to end this,’

The first beam, emerging from the largest and highest circle, began its descent.

As it passed through the smaller circles, the energy’s density increased, building momentum, until the final layer, where all that power was compressed into the size of a coin.

“Judgment!” Asher roared, unleashing all the gathered power into a single point.

The beam shot down from the sky, tearing through the air with devastating force. The space itself trembled, the world bowing to the sheer intensity of the concentrated spell.

When it landed, silence consumed everything—no explosion, no sound. Only a blinding flash of light, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.

And just like that, the strongest sorcerer was dead. He died in the simplest way possible—a single, clean head-shot.

It wasn’t that he was weaker—in fact, if Julius fought seriously from the start, he would have won in the most dominating manner.

The Sorcerer King had all the advantages: powerful artifacts, the city runes under his control, and more deadly sure-kill skills stemming from his experience and longer life.

Unfortunately, his ego had blinded him, and he died without even revealing 10% of his true capability.

‘It’s finally over,’ Asher sighed, slowly descending.

He needed to retrieve the dragon core—his only hope of escaping this world.