EPHS-CHAPTER 306 THE ROAR OF THE LION

The silent arena, with its near-million spectators, was fixated on two towering figures.

The Golden Lion, the Scarlet and Silver Heavenly Dragon— this was a battle of the ages between lion and dragon!

Under everyone's watchful gaze, the two finally moved.

At an unhurried pace, Tenraku and Sairaorg advanced toward each other.

Their bodies emitted ferocious Battle Energy and Spirit Energy, causing the ground beneath their feet to shatter with each step. It looked as if they were treading upon the void as they approached each other.

Then—

Simultaneously, their fists struck each other's faces!

Intense pain surged through their minds, yet both of their mouths curved into triumphant arcs.

This was their resolve, this was their power, this was their fight!

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Yaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

The horn of battle had sounded. Tenraku and Sairaorg both went berserk with their punches.

Howling winds and thunderous explosions rung out in the surroundings— the ground under their feet erupted into a massive crater that kept expanding!

Sairaorg shattered Tenraku's chest plate with a punch, while Tenraku cracked Sairaorg's chest shield with a punch. Sairaorg's knee strike shattered Tenraku's insides, and Tenraku's leg sweep fractured Sairaorg's ribs.

Abandoning all defense, the two ruthlessly attacked each other!

"Oooooooo!!!!"

"No techniques, no magic— this is just fists of men against men, like two children in a close-range brawl!"

"What a barbaric battle! What a passionate battle!"

The host screamed excitedly, and the rest of the audience stood up, shouting the names of Tenraku and Sairaorg:

"Kamiya Tenraku! Kamiya Tenraku! Kamiya Tenraku!"

"Sairaorg! Sairaorg! Sairaorg!"

The exhilarating chants echoed through the crowd. Countless people were flushed with excitement, and even Ravel, sitting in the VIP section, was shedding tears.

Both her Onii-Chan and Sairaorg had once been regarded as trash in the Underworld, they were both despised and mocked. But now, everyone was cheering them on!

"Hā!!!"

With a fierce roar, Sairaorg threw a hook punch. The overwhelming power shattered the void, creating a black arc of primal chaos. The arc rapidly expanded, shooting toward Tenraku.

Performing a risky flip to dodge the void arc, Tenraku's punch crashed onto the ground beneath him.

Hōng Hōng Hōng Hōng Hōng!!!!!

A shockwave erupted, shattering the ground throughout the alternate dimension!

"Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah!!!!!"

A cloud of dust obscured all visibility, but Tenraku and Sairaorg could sense each other's presence. Despite being thousands of meters apart, standing amidst the ruins, they continued to unleash a frenzy of punches into the void.

Each strike sent out a violent energy wave. Countless waves collided and merged, generating a cacophonous explosion that reverberated throughout the alternate dimension!

The sky roared, and the earth cried as the battlefield within the alternate dimension was now a shattered landscape.

However, it was far from over!

Charging forward, Tenraku slammed Sairaorg into the ground, burying him deep within the earth. In the midst of the fight, the two battled directly in the earth's embrace.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Thunderous roars resounded from within the earth, causing the ground to roll and surge like waves on the sea. The spectators were already staggered by the shockwaves, and they could easily imagine the ferocity of the battle taking place within the earth.

Was this really just a fight between two new-generation Devils? It seemed more like a battle from the ancient era of gods and demons!

Pēng! Pēng!

The battle had raged on for a long time. Finally, amidst the cries of the crowd, Sairaorg and Tenraku burst out from the earth, standing once again on the surface.

Their armors were shattered, and their bodies were covered in blood. Both looked incredibly disheveled.

With a forceful exhale of blood, Sairaorg knelt on one knee and a sight that sent shivers down countless spines.

"Ha… Has Sairaorg been defeated?" The host cautiously inquired, but no one provided an answer.

Although Sairaorg knelt on the ground without uttering a word, everyone could feel the unyielding spirit of battle still emanating from him!

"Sairaorg! Sairaorg! Sairaorg!" Some began to chant his name, their voices growing louder and spreading throughout the arena.

Waiting, everyone was waiting, for Sairaorg to rise once more!

Gasping heavily, his insides damaged, bones mostly shattered—no one knew better than Tenraku the extent of Sairaorg's injuries. After all, his own condition was no different.

However, Tenraku possessed the ability of [Smile of the Holy Mother – Twilight Healing], a cheat-like ability to heal wounds. Sairaorg did not.

An ordinary person would not just continue fighting with injuries of this magnitude; they would likely have died already. But Tenraku understood that the man before him would undoubtedly stand back up.

Because he was Sairaorg!

"Stand up!"

Suddenly, a stern voice echoed, and a female figure slowly materialized beside Sairaorg.

Not a solid presence but somewhat ethereal, she looked almost like a kind of ghostly apparition.

When the figure became clear, both Tenraku and Rias outside the arena were startled.

Because the ethereal figure of that woman was none other than Sairaorg's mother, Madam Misla!

"Oh, oh, oh… What's going on? Why is someone else intruding on the battlefield?!" The host exclaimed in astonishment, and even many in the audience shared his confusion.

However, Azazel, seeming to have grasped the situation, halted everyone and said in a low voice, "She's not an intruder; she's the embodiment of Sairaorg's obsession."

Indeed, while Azazel's voice was quiet, anyone could hear the astonishment in his tone.

The host and many audience members were still puzzled. The ethereal figure of that woman was a manifestation of Sairaorg's obsession? Could one person's mental fixation influence the real world?

How was such a thing possible?!!!

Leaving aside the shock and amazement felt by countless people, Madam Misla's embodiment born from Sairaorg's obsession spoke again:

"Stand up, Sairaorg!"

"Stand up! Stand up! Stand up for me!"

The embodied Madam Misla's expression was stern, proud, and authoritative—not a cheering voice, but rather a reprimand for her son.

However, prompted by his "Okaa-Sama's" scolding, Sairaorg slightly stirred. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he slowly lifted his dirtied and bruised face.

Severe injuries and excruciating pain had already blurred Sairaorg's consciousness. Even his gaze appeared vacant and distant.

However, within those eyes, a faint and unyielding spark still flickered!

"Didn't we agree you'd become stronger than anyone?"

"Go fulfill your dream! Build the world you desire! Fight with all your might for the Underworld, for the sake of future generations to be spared from the pain you've endured! Tighten your fists and fight with all your might!"

"Sairaorg, stand up for me!!!"

After delivering these words, the phantom of Madam Misla dissipated with a resounding pop.

But—

Sairaorg's body moved. His hands moved, his arms moved, his legs moved. Under the watchful gaze of everyone, Sairaorg slowly rose to his feet!

Blood splattered around him, but his eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance. Head held high and fists clenched tightly, then—

"Owahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

He let out a roar akin to a lion's!

Countless souls were shaken by this scene. After a brief silence, the entire arena outside the alternate dimension erupted with thunderous cheers:

"Sairaorg! Sairaorg! Sairaorg!"

It was arousing chants, a warrior's anthem!

"… Madam, Sairaorg-sama has always remembered your promise, always," The steward in the infirmary choked up, wiping away his unstoppable tears.

With a gentle smile, the true Madam Misla's eyes were already brimming with tears.

Indeed, Sairaorg had always remembered their promise. Always.

And so—

Go, Sairaorg, my child, go and fight…

To be continued…

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