Roasted Chicken Appears

Chapter 117 - Roasted Chicken Appears

"What the hell just happened?!" Riser, sitting in the principal's office, looked utterly shocked. 

Grayfia's voice echoed through the rating game space, reaching every corner. Naturally, it also reached Riser's ears. But that's exactly why he was so dumbfounded. 

Less than a minute had passed since the match began, and all his pieces, except for Ravel, were gone. Every single one of them lost. 

"This bunch of useless trash can't even handle a human!" Riser's shock quickly turned into anger. This match was supposed to be a big deal, bigger than any of the previous ones. Even the Satans were paying attention to it. 

Riser's plan had been simple: deal with Mahiro quickly, show off his strength to the entire Underworld, crush the battle, and restore his reputation. But now? His entire peerage had been wiped out in under a minute.

How the hell was the Phenex Clan supposed to recover from this? Riser, with all his numbers, couldn't even deal with a human and got stomped on in seconds! Instead of restoring his name, this was just going to bury him in even more shame.

"If that's how it's going to be, I'll handle you myself!" Riser clenched his fists, his face twisting in rage. With his peerage down, he had no other choice. 

Screw noble decorum. He wasn't playing by the rules anymore. His wings of flame erupted as he flew out of the office, the force tearing the room apart.

"Even Yubelluna's down..." Ravel muttered, staring up at the sky in disbelief. As Riser's queen, Yubelluna was a High-Class Devil, her explosive magic left most enemies devastated. 

In past Rating Games, she'd annihilate her opponents, leaving them with no hope. But now? Against Mahiro, she didn't even survive one hit. Even the Phenex Tears, their secret weapon, had been snatched from her before she could use them.

What the hell are we up against? 

Watching Mahiro, Ravel couldn't stop herself from thinking it. She used to be so confident in her brother, but now? That confidence was slipping fast. 

If Mahiro could take down fourteen of their members in seconds, could her brother really stand a chance? Ravel was seriously worried now. 

But even with the fear of her brother losing, she didn't feel any hate toward Mahiro. Weirdly, part of her even wanted to see him defeat her brother.

BOOM!

Across the school building, flames burst from the rooftop, and a figure shot up into the sky. Riser was out and quickly flew toward the playground.

"So, ice magic, huh? Is that how you wiped out my peerage?" Riser's face twisted as he looked at the snowflakes filling the air, and the ice statues scattered across the playground—his peerage, frozen solid.

"Roasted chicken, finally decided to show your face," Mahiro said with a slight grin as he landed. "Your pieces are down, so there's no point in hiding anymore."

"Who the hell are you calling a roasted chicken?!" Riser slowly descended to the ground, glaring daggers at Mahiro. "This ice might be a pain in the ass for those of us who use fire and wind, but if you think you can actually hurt me with that, you're fucking delusional."

As he spoke, Riser's demonic energy flared, his aura skyrocketing beyond a High-Class Devil's. Flames surged around him, and a stream of fire erupted from his hand, swallowing up the falling snowflakes.

"Snowflakes like these? Worthless against Phenex fire. They'll melt away like nothing," Riser sneered.

"You're misunderstanding something," Mahiro smirked. "That was just to clean up the trash."

Hyōrinmaru, though powerful, still consumed mana. And right now, his mana wasn't much higher than a Middle-Class. While Hyōrinmaru's ice could counter Phenex fire, its Shikai form didn't have the raw power to cancel out everything Riser could throw at him. 

Honestly, Mahiro didn't want to waste time on something this trivial.

"Stop spouting nonsense!" Riser was livid. How was that level of power just a 'trash-clearing' move? Mahiro had to be going all out to eliminate his fourteen peerage members that fast. 

He was just a human—how could he be this strong? Sure, Mahiro might be powerful, but there was no way it was that ridiculous. A move to clear out the trash? No way. Riser was sure Mahiro was full of drama.

"I'll admit, I underestimated you, bastard," Riser said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. After all the battles he'd fought, he knew better than to let anger cloud his judgment. He couldn't let himself play into Mahiro's hands. 

At this point, he had to accept that Mahiro was strong. Among High-Class, Mahiro might even rank near the top.

"But if you think this is enough to beat me... then..." Riser's eyes flashed with contempt. "You're a hundred years too early!"

Riser had every reason to be cocky. His real strength wasn't in his offense but in his defense. With his immortality, Riser, even as a High-Class, could take on Ultimate-Class opponents.

In the anime, Hyoudou Issei had to sacrifice his arm just to temporarily unlock Balance Breaker to fight him. Even then, Riser tanked Issei's hits. 

Without the holy water weakening his immortality, Riser could have lasted even longer.

"A hundred years too early?" Mahiro looked at him and shook his head. 

"One slash is all I need."

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