Chương 388: Chapter : 388

The impact sounded like a bomb exploding. The noise was absolutely deafening. Sayma gritted her teeth. She planted her boots firmly on the cobblestones. She pushed her hands forward, pouring all her mana into the shield. Small, jagged cracks started to form across the golden light. The monster was overwhelmingly powerful. Naomi sliced the air with her daggers. She sent a sharp blade of green wind toward Ashura's back. The monster simply swatted the wind away with a massive hand.

It did not even leave a scratch on the beast's thick, mutated skin. Elma leaped high into the sky. She swung her silver swords down with all her might. The blades sparked violently against the monster's armor. She bounced backward, landing gracefully but looking incredibly frustrated.

"Its skin is too tough! Physical attacks are bouncing right off!" Ira swung her water whips. The water wrapped tightly around Ashura's thick ankles. She pulled backward with intense force. The beast stumbled slightly, but it did not fall. It let out another demonic roar and slammed its fists onto the shield again. BAM! Sayma groaned in pain. Her knees buckled just a tiny bit.

"I cannot hold it forever!" Sayma warned loudly.

"We need to break its stance!" Ken watched the girls struggle. He knew he had to step in. He needed to end this nuisance completely. But he absolutely could not compromise his lazy cover story. He could not let them see his true power. He needed a perfect, seamless trick. Ken stayed curled in a ball. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a millisecond. He tapped into his reality-bending magic. He silently and effortlessly created a flawless, autonomous magical clone. The clone materialized instantly.

It looked exactly like him. It wore the same wrinkled navy blue suit. It had the same messy black hair. It made the exact same goofy, terrified face. The real Ken slipped away. He dissolved entirely into the dark shadows beneath the metal table. He bypassed Sayma's golden barrier completely unnoticed. The elite girls kept fighting the massive beast, totally unaware that the real Ken had just vanished into thin air.

High above the chaotic city street, the sky was a clear, bright blue. The sun shined warmly. Suddenly, the air on top of a very tall marble skyscraper shimmered. The real Ken Eliot appeared on the edge of the roof. The wind blew through his messy black hair. He looked down at the street far below him. He saw Ashura pounding its massive fists against Sayma's cracking golden shield. He saw Naomi, Elma, and Ira trying desperately to fight the beast. Ken dropped the lazy, goofy act entirely. His posture straightened.

He stood perfectly tall. His dark, sleepy eyes turned incredibly cold, sharp, and totally merciless. He radiated an aura of absolute, undeniable authority.

"Anime logic, equip," Ken whispered quietly. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it. His clothes changed in a single instant. The wrinkled navy blue suit and the untucked white shirt vanished. A dramatic, high-collared black cloak took their place. Brilliant, elegant gold embroidery lined the dark fabric. The cloak flowed behind him as if caught in a constant, unseen breeze. A smooth, terrifying black mask materialized over his face.

A single, glowing purple eye shined brightly in the very center of the mask. The lazy slacker was completely gone. Lancelot had arrived. Lancelot did not hesitate. He stepped off the very edge of the tall roof. He plummeted straight down through the sky like a dark, unstoppable meteor. Down on the street, Ashura raised all four of its massive arms. It prepared to deliver one final, crushing blow to completely shatter the golden barrier. Sayma squeezed her eyes shut. Naomi shouted in pure panic. Lancelot landed.

He hit the cobblestone street directly between the roaring monster and the golden shield. The impact was absolutely spectacular. A massive, powerful shockwave blew outward in a perfect circle. The blast ripped the cobblestones right out of the ground. Thick dust flew wildly into the air. The elite girls stopped moving. They stared at the dark figure standing in the dust. Their eyes widened in pure, unadulterated shock. Ashura stopped its attack. The giant biological weapon looked down at the masked man.

It let out a confused, highly angry roar. It recognized the magical signature. This was the target it was built to destroy. Lancelot did not speak. He did not issue a dramatic warning. He just moved. He dashed forward. He was unimaginably, impossibly fast. He crossed the short distance in less than a heartbeat. He pulled his right fist back. He delivered a brutal, overwhelming physical punch directly into the absolute center of Ashura's mutated chest. The sound of the impact was like a massive cannon firing.

The giant, fifteen-foot-tall monster literally lifted off the ground. It flew backward through the air with terrifying speed. It crashed violently into a thick stone wall across the street. The entire wall crumbled into a pile of broken rocks. Dust poured over the beast.

"What is happening?!" Elma gasped loudly. She lowered her silver swords. She stared at the masked man.

"Who is that?"

"That is the Sovereign," Naomi whispered in pure awe. Her green eyes were wide. She recognized the dark cloak from the stories in the forest. Ashura scrambled frantically back to its feet. It was completely enraged. It charged straight at Lancelot. It swung all four of its massive, jagged claws. It wanted to tear the masked man into a million pieces. Lancelot casually sidestepped the first claw. He ducked smoothly under the second swing. He moved with flawless, effortless precision.

He grabbed the monster's third arm with his gloved hand. He twisted his hips and flipped the gigantic beast entirely over his shoulder. Ashura slammed brutally onto the cobblestones. The street cracked wide open from the sheer force of the throw. Lancelot did not stop. He raised his boot and kicked the monster squarely in the ribs. The kick was devastating. The massive beast rolled across the street like a discarded, broken toy. It crashed into a metal lamppost, snapping the thick pole completely in half.

The physical beatdown was utterly effortless. Lancelot did not use any flashy spells yet. He did not cast a single shield. He just used pure, absolute, overwhelming physical dominance. He tossed the huge, terrifying biological weapon around like it weighed absolutely nothing at all. Ashura shrieked in agonizing pain. It struggled desperately to stand up. Its thick, dark gray mutated armor was already cracked and broken in several places. Glowing green fluid leaked from its wounds.

Lancelot decided it was time to finish the spectacle. He raised his right hand. A sleek, pitch-black sword materialized instantly in his firm grip. The dark blade hummed with intense, terrifying magical energy. The aura of the sword made the air feel freezing cold. Lancelot pointed the black sword directly up at the clear blue sky. Instantly, the atmosphere changed. The bright afternoon sun totally vanished. Huge, rolling black storm clouds gathered violently above the city in a matter of seconds.

The sky turned dark and ominous. The wind howled through the street. Lancelot slowly lowered his sword. He pointed the tip of the dark blade right at the struggling monster.