Chapter 163: A Final Blow Right in Front of The Four Maous

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Badr had already stepped onto the stage, there was no room for hesitation now.

Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas's body froze, tension radiating from him.

Only when he found himself in the same predicament as Hermes had he truly understood this level of despair and fear. 

The small puncture wound above his heart wasn't a fatal injury for a High-Class Devil like him, but the holy power surging through it was overwhelming, Badr's Holy-Demonic Power was no trifling force.

"I, I am the heir of the Glasya-Labolas family!" Zephyrdor stammered, forcing out his words. "You, how dare you try to kill me here? The Maou won't let you get away with this…"

He spoke with bravado, convinced that Badr wouldn't actually go through with it.

"…Is that your final statement?" Badr's voice was ice-cold, his gaze unyielding as he flicked his fingers, pulling at the thread of silver energy.

Zephyrdor felt his heart's magic core ignite, his face twisting in horror.

"No! Don't, "

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded, filling the air with a mist of blood.

Zephyrdor's body was blown apart, his torso obliterated. His lower half was flung backward, smashing into the barrier and leaving a streak of blood as it slid down.

The entire audience fell silent in shock. None of them had expected Badr to actually strike a killing blow in the presence of the Four Maou.

"He… really did it…"

This was supposed to be an event showcasing the new generation's talent, hosted by the Maou themselves. 

Everyone assumed Badr's words were just bluster, never imagining he would actually kill, and not just a servant, but the heir of one of the Six Great Houses!

In the stands, Sirzechs Lucifer shook his head with a wry smile, thinking, This kid certainly knows how to stir things up.

He rose calmly, his voice steady. "The match is decided. Someone, remove the injured and tend to his wounds. We'll take a five-minute intermission."

The crowd exchanged confused looks.

Injured? they thought. Sirzechs-sama, he's… beyond help…

At that moment, another Maou spoke up. This was Ajuka Beelzebub, who had been watching the scene with an impassive expression from the beginning.

"Sirzechs, are you covering for him?" Beelzebub asked, his tone cold.

"Heh, does this kid really think he can act without consequence in our presence?" added Falbium Asmodeus lazily.

It was worth noting that Asmodeus was from the same Glasya-Labolas family. Yet, even after seeing his heir destroyed, Asmodeus showed no anger, merely observing with detached interest.

"Not at all," Sirzechs replied, a slight smile on his face. "Surely you noticed, Badr left him just enough to survive. It only looks severe."

Others may have missed it, but the Maou weren't so easily deceived. Even they had to admire Badr's level of control.

It was the precision of Absolute Control.

"Well, though it's a bit vexing, I must say the boy's got courage, and skill," Asmodeus remarked calmly. "My own protégés can't compare."

"Sirzechs, it seems your family has found an exceptional talent," Asmodeus added.

"Indeed," Sirzechs nodded. "Rias certainly has an eye for talent. There's something you may not know, though: Badr's Combat Power now rivals that of a Maou."

This revelation drew looks of surprise from Beelzebub and Asmodeus, though Serafall Leviathan, already aware, merely smiled.

They all understood the weight of this statement.

The Four Maou had attained the status of Super Devils through years of dedication, but Badr had been a devil for less than a year.

Reaching Maou-level power as a High-Class Devil was nothing short of astounding.

"That makes sense," Asmodeus chuckled. "No wonder Zephyrdor was utterly defeated. Finally, a true prodigy has emerged among the Devils."

"Exactly. Badr has already brushed the boundaries of [Transcendence]. I intend for him to be the face of the new generation," Sirzechs stated.

Asmodeus, renowned as the Underworld's foremost strategist, quickly grasped Sirzechs's intent.

"So that's it. This entire event was a setup to position him in the spotlight and gain everyone's acknowledgment…"

"At first, I didn't plan this far," Sirzechs admitted, a slight smile crossing his lips. "Initially, it just seemed the best course of action. Badr's suitability for the Holy Sword was unquestionable, and his subsequent breakthroughs have been nothing short of astonishing. We're merely capitalizing on the momentum…"

The preliminary match for the New Generation Tournament had effectively become a grand stage for Badr's debut, meticulously crafted by Sirzechs.

Serafall shot him a look, rolling her eyes slightly. "So that's why you had me go to the human world to tell Badr about the tournament…"

"Exactly," Sirzechs replied, chuckling. "Badr understood right away, which is why he acted so decisively here. Although I didn't expect such a dramatic display, I came prepared…"

As he spoke, Sirzechs produced a small vial.

"Phoenix Tears?" Ajuka Beelzebub asked, surprised. "You went to the Phoenix family for these?"

"Tch, I knew there had to be more to this," Falbium Asmodeus muttered, smirking. "I thought Badr was unusually bold; now it all makes sense. Very well, I approve."

"Beelzebub, Leviathan, what do you think?" Sirzechs asked with a smile.

"A young Prodigy who will likely become a *Transcendent*. I have no reason to disagree," Ajuka said, his expression as stoic as ever, but his approval clear.

With the unanimous support of the Four Maou, the entire Underworld would now stand behind Badr.

During the intermission, Badr returned to Rias and her group.

"Badr… did you really have to go that far?" Rias asked, her expression a mix of concern and seriousness. After all, Zephyrdor was meant to be the next head of the Glasya-Labolas family. Killing him in front of everyone was no small matter.

Badr, however, seemed untroubled.

"Don't worry, Rias. Nothing's going to happen."

He smiled confidently, sitting beside her and waiting for the intermission to end.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Rias was left perplexed.

In truth, as Sirzechs had expected, Badr had understood Sirzechs's intentions from the start.

From granting him the Holy Sword to arranging an early Rank-Promotion exam, Sirzechs had essentially set up a trial by fire for Badr.

But if Badr could endure it, the honor he'd gain would be monumental.

His place among the new generation of Devils would be unshakable.

Badr realized this quickly. It seemed his brother-in-law was intent on keeping the family's influence within Gremory. Now that Badr and Rias were a couple, he was family. Showcasing Gremory's strength with Badr at the forefront, why not?

And Badr's brilliance silenced any opposition. Even Maou like Asmodeus couldn't dispute his prowess.

Unimpressed? Then find someone better.

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