Chapter 182: Against Sairaorg Balance Breaker!

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As the light subsided, Sairaorg Bael emerged, clad in the golden armor of his Balance Breaker.

The armor, gleaming brightly, was shaped like a majestic lion, its head forming the breastplate, and a flowing mane extending from the helmet. 

The eyes of the lion's face on the armor seemed to glow with an almost lifelike intensity. Sairaorg, now a true Lion King, radiated an aura of immense power.

"Behold, the Balance Breaker of Regulus Nemea—Regulus Rey Leather Rex!" Sairaorg declared, his voice ringing with excitement. "You're a formidable opponent, Badr. I'll have to get serious."

His fighting spirit burned brightly. "Come at me with everything you've got!"

"Gladly," Badr replied, his demonic power surging like a tidal wave. He unleashed a torrent of energy, channeling it through [King Sword] in a devastating attack.

Like a meteor striking the earth, the energy blade collided with Sairaorg, creating a flash of blinding light.

The arena floor beneath them shattered from the force of the blow. Sairaorg, protected by the armor of his Sacred Gear, withstood the full brunt of Badr's attack.

Badr pressed his assault, his sword flashing with blinding speed. Sairaorg, forced onto the defensive, met each strike with his fists, the force of their blows creating shockwaves that rippled through the arena.

A fierce wind whipped around them, a vortex generated by their rapid movements. Rias and the others watched from a safe distance, wry smiles on their faces.

They knew Badr and Sairaorg were completely engrossed in their battle, reveling in the thrill of combat.

Badr, despite holding back, still held a clear advantage, his movements fluid and effortless as he channeled his demonic power into simple, yet devastatingly effective strikes.

This was a rare opportunity—a battle without underhanded tactics or the threat of death.

Badr used the opportunity to identify any weaknesses or flaws in his fighting style, something that could only be discovered in the heat of combat.

Sairaorg felt the pressure mounting. Badr's attacks were becoming increasingly flawless, the occasional openings he'd glimpsed earlier now completely gone.

Each strike felt like an inescapable blow, aimed with pinpoint accuracy, leaving Sairaorg no option but to defend.

"Something's different about him!" Regulus, the spirit within Sairaorg's Sacred Gear, warned.

Even Regulus sensed the shift in Badr's power. His attacks were growing stronger, his movements sharper, his defenses impenetrable.

Sairaorg tried to create distance, but Badr followed relentlessly, his sword a constant threat. He tried to block and counter, but Badr's strikes landed with jarring force, leaving him reeling, unable to react before the next blow landed.

This relentless assault was taking its toll.

Badr, lost in the rhythm of combat, his attacks flowed seamlessly, each strike aimed with preternatural precision, targeting Sairaorg's weak points, leaving him no chance to escape, only to endure.

Sairaorg felt like nothing more than a test subject for Badr's blade.

He could only block and parry, desperately trying to keep up with the relentless barrage of attacks, each one stronger than the last.

Badr felt a strange sensation, a sense of connection to the space around him. His [Absolute Control] had extended beyond his body, allowing him to perceive the flow of energy within the entire arena.

Next, the side…

Following this strange intuition, Badr targeted Sairaorg's side, sensing a weakness in his defense.

Thud!

Sairaorg couldn't react in time. The blow landed, and the golden armor resonated with a loud clang. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through his body, his face flushing crimson.

With this newfound awareness, Badr perceived more and more vulnerabilities in Sairaorg's defenses.

Legs… left elbow… right shoulder…

It was as if he controlled the very fabric of the arena, sensing even the slightest shift in the air currents. [Absolute Control] had become a domain, and within it, Badr's attacks were inescapable, each one striking with pinpoint accuracy at Sairaorg's most vulnerable points.

Perhaps this truly was a domain.

Within this sphere of awareness, Badr was the master, sensing every subtle change, every flicker of movement.

The audience watched in stunned silence as Badr dominated the fight, his relentless attacks forcing Sairaorg into a defensive posture.

Finally, Sairaorg's defenses crumbled, a seemingly effortless strike from Badr sending him reeling, blood spraying from his mouth.

Badr moved with an almost ethereal grace, his sword strokes fluid and precise, each one carrying devastating power. The shockwaves from his attacks cracked the very ground beneath their feet.

Tension filled the arena.

"Is Sairaorg going to be beaten to death?" someone whispered.

Thanks to the armor, Badr hadn't caused any external injuries, but the concussive force of each blow was taking its toll.

"…He's become a punching bag. This is brutal," another spectator murmured, a sense of helplessness washing over them as they watched Badr's relentless assault.

How could someone so young be so powerful?

"Incredible talent. To grasp a new technique mid-battle," Ajuka Beelzebub, one of the Four Great Satans, remarked, a hint of awe in his voice.

He recognized the unusual nature of Badr's power. Against an opponent of equal strength, this new technique would guarantee victory.

Boom!!

A thunderous crash echoed through the arena as Badr's final strike sent Sairaorg flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Sairaorg's body trembled.

He was… exhausted.

His defenses, so formidable moments ago, had crumbled beneath Badr's relentless assault.

What's happening? My legs… why are they shaking?

It's not over… I'm still fighting…

Sairaorg's mind screamed in defiance. He refused to accept defeat.

With a surge of willpower, he pushed himself to his feet.

I can still fight… I can still win…

Fueled by this unwavering belief, Sairaorg's fighting spirit flared, his aura warping the space around him.

Badr smiled, his eyes filled with admiration.

Sairaorg's determination was truly impressive.

But… Badr was still stronger.

In truth, the difference in their power was vast. Badr had been holding back, toying with him, especially after he'd grasped this new application of [Absolute Control]…

No one would have guessed that a single battle would lead to such a profound realization…

Badr's talent, even more so than his raw power, was what truly set him apart.

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