Over Kill

"Is he going to use the sword as a spear?" Fero wondered, his mind racing to comprehend the sheer audacity of the ancestor's next move.

In line with Fero's anticipation, the ancestor launched the sword towards Fero with unparalleled force, hundreds of tress being pushed away by the sheer force. As Fero blinked, he opened his eyes and the sword was already mere inches away from his face.

"How..." Fero's voice trailed off in a bewildered mumble as he struggled to comprehend the astonishing speed and power of his opponent's attack.

The sword was millimeters away from blowing Fero to a million pieces, but in the blink of an eye, the world transformed into a desaturated canvas, every vibrant hue muted to a dull gray, and time itself halted.

Fero stood suspended in this monochromatic void, his muscles locked in a futile struggle against the stasis that enveloped him. It was as if the very fabric of reality had frozen around him, leaving him helpless.

Then, emerging from the eerie stillness, the fairy system materialized before him, perched upon the colossal sword as if it were a throne. With an enigmatic gaze fixed upon Fero, she addressed him in a voice that seemed to echo from beyond the confines of the frozen world.

"Do you remember when you asked me about any last-resort functionalities, and I denied having such a thing?" she began, her tone laced with an otherworldly resonance. "I spoke the truth then, but necessity has a way of bending reality, does it not?"

flying closer, she stood upon his shoulder, her delicate hands seizing his earlobes with an almost playful grip. "I can help you~" she murmured, her words dripping with a seductive allure that belied the gravity of the situation.

Despite the roiling tempest of emotions raging within him, Fero remained outwardly impassive, his features a mask of stoicism, his body still as a statue. Only the fairy system seemed to move within this frozen tableau, her movements fluid amidst the static.

Once more shifting her position, she settled atop Fero's head, her ethereal presence casting a faint glow against the bleak sky above. "I shall temporarily elevate your entire stat rank to B," she intoned softly, her gaze fixed upon the ashen heavens. "But know that such power comes at a price. Two ranks of my own shall be sacrificed for this gift, so show gratitude later on, Fero."

With an air of solemn determination, the fairy system rose to her feet atop Fero's head, her hands clasped together like a Buddhist praying. With a steely resolve etched upon her features, she uttered a single command that seemed to resonate throughout the frozen expanse: "Soul Transfer!"

In an instant, a massive surge of energy surged into Fero's mind, gradually enveloping his entire body.

Initially, Fero could tolerate the sensation, but soon he felt as though he were expanding, even though he remained frozen in place.

As the transfer neared its completion, Fero's screams of agony echoed within him. If time were unfrozen, his form would have expanded larger than the entire forest he was in, resembling a swollen balloon. Yet, the frozen time held him in place.

When she finally released her hands, the magic's transfer ceased abruptly, and all the pain Fero endured vanished as if out of thin air.

As his eyes blinked open, the world around him regained its vibrancy, and time resumed its natural flow.

In a sudden surge of unparalleled agony, Fero's very being seemed to ignite with unfathomable power. As the sword loomed perilously close to his head, the intensity of his suffering reached cataclysmic levels, eclipsing even the torment of a million blows to the most sensitive of regions.

In a breathtaking display of sheer resilience, Fero's anguish transformed into an explosion of raw energy that rippled across the battlefield. His anguished cry shattered the air, unleashing a shockwave of such magnitude that it rent the very fabric of reality, birthing a colossal crane that stretched a hundred meters wide.

Green tendrils of power erupted from his being like a cataclysmic force of nature, resembling the explosive fury of a nuclear detonation. The skyscraper-sized sword, poised to deliver the final blow, was sent hurtling in the opposite direction, its colossal form crashing into the mountainside with a deafening roar that reverberated across the landscape, fissures spreading like spiderwebs upon impact.

The verdant energy surged forth, dispersing the clouds with a violent gust as if they were mere wisp of smoke before a raging inferno. Fero's scream intensified, his very essence engulfed in a tempest of raw power as his form disintegrated into a cascade of energy particles, only to be swiftly reconstructed with the aid of the fairy system.

The process of evaporation and reconstitution repeated itself in rapid succession, a dizzying whirlwind of transformation that unfolded in a matter of seconds, too swift for even the most astute observer to comprehend. It was as if time itself had been stretched and contorted to accommodate the sheer magnitude of the events unfolding before them.

And then, as swiftly as it had begun, the torrent of energy dissipated into the ether, leaving naught but an eerie calm in its wake. In the hushed aftermath, the world lay silent and still, the echoes of Fero's primal scream lingering in the empty expanse like a haunting whisper of the power that had been unleashed.

The monumental path carved by the sword caught the attention of both the ancestor and Fero, causing their gazes to lock onto each other with unwavering intensity.

"Y-You... What... what have you become?" the ancestor stammered, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and fear. "How have you surpassed me?"

Meanwhile, Fero writhed amidst the crimson pool of his own blood, the toll of his exertion evident upon his trembling form.

Sweat beaded upon the ancestor's brow as he extended his hand with a trembling urgency, his voice straining with desperation. "Return to me!" he commanded, his words a fervent plea to the sword.

In response, the colossal blade, now dislodged from the mountain it had struck, obeyed the ancestral call, hurtling through the air with an unstoppable momentum.

Halfway to the ancestor's hand, Fero teleported behind the sword and delivered a powerful kick, accompanied by a resounding scream.

The ancestor's expression fell as the sword hurtled towards him with deadly velocity, realization dawning upon him of the impending danger.

With a swift step backward, he narrowly avoided the lethal arc of the blade, the rush of displaced air ruffling his robes as the sword crashed into the earth below.

A deafening roar erupted as the ground buckled beneath the impact, sending shards of debris hurtling in all directions like monstrous projectiles. Stones the size of houses were launched into the air, their trajectories tracing arcs of destruction across the ravaged landscape.

"Just because you've attained a massive amount of power doesn't mean I shall fear you, pupil," the Ancestor declared with unwavering pride. "Don't think for a second that you will defeat me!" With a steely determination, he seized the sword lodged in the earth, brandishing it before him in a stance that bespoke both skill and confidence.

Hovering in the air, Fero gazed down at the Ancestor for the first time, his eyes slowly oozing blood like tears.

As the Ancestor charged forward with a primal scream, Fero's eyes ignited with a fiery crimson glow, a harbinger of the immense power building within him.

A colossal beam erupted from Fero's eyes with blinding intensity, its force propelling even Fero backward against the sheer force of its release. The red beam surged forth with incredible speed, hurtling toward the Ancestor with unyielding ferocity.

With lightning reflexes, the Ancestor swung his sword with a swift and practiced motion, cleaving the laser beam in twain with a single decisive strike. The beam fragmented into two halves, each veering off in opposite directions with explosive force, narrowly missing the Ancestor's form as he stood firm against the onslaught.

Fero's grin widened, a grotesque distortion of triumph etched upon his features as he addressed the Ancestor with chilling confidence. "Don't ever speak to me so proudly ever again," he declared, his voice carrying an ominous weight.

Even as his words hung in the air, two colossal explosions erupted behind the Ancestor from the lasters, the shockwaves obliterating two mountains from existence in a cataclysmic display of power. The ground trembled beneath the force of the blasts, sending shockwaves rippling through the forest and beyond.

The Ancestor halted in his tracks, his gaze fixated on Fero with eyes devoid of emotion, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the moment.

The Ancestor let go of his sword, slowely falling down to the ground, its impact fracturing the earth below, a profound silence descended upon the forest, broken only by the haunting echoes of the Ancestor's anguished cry.

With a sickening thud, both of the Ancestor's hands severed cleanly from his body, tumbling to the ground with a force that shook the very foundations of the forest. His screams of agony pierced the air, a symphony of pain that reverberated through the trees.

The Ancestor's gaze dropped to find both of his hands severed, a gut-wrenching realization followed by a primal scream of agony, echoing through the forest. With nothing to grasp, two immense fountains of blood erupted from his severed arms, flooding the surrounding forest in a crimson tide.

In a frenzy of desperation, the Ancestor's body convulsed and thrashed, sending shockwaves through the forest and beyond. "You insolent fool! What have you done!" he bellowed, his sheer force pushing Fero back slightly, a testament to his rage and anguish.

Fero hovered above the weakened form of the once-proud Ancestor, his gaze filled with a mixture of disdain and satisfaction. "You claimed it would be the greatest honor to die by your own pupil's hand, did you not?" he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Well, now you will receive that honor, you bitchhh!" Fero roared in defiance as he clenched one of his fists, a fiery orange energy coalescing around it, crackling with raw power.

"No... Please, stop this!" The Ancestor's facade shattered, his voice filled with desperation as he abandoned his pride, kneeling before Fero. "Please, spare me, master... I will do anything you ask of me!" he pleaded, his tone trembling with fear and submission.

Fero chuckled at the sight of the Ancestor's shattered facade, finding amusement in his weak mentality. His fist swelled with power, a massive ball forming around it, reminiscent of a wrecking ball but with the intensity of a sun forming in his hand.

"You've already served your purpose," Fero declared with venomous satisfaction. "Now, with the magic you taught me, I will end you, you motherfucker!"

With a deafening scream, Fero unleashed his spell, channeling all his energy into a devastating attack. "Explosive Punch times 100!!!" he bellowed, his fist connecting with the Ancestor's spine as he knelt before him.

The impact was cataclysmic. The ground collapsed in on itself, the entire forest vanished in the inferno of heat and shock. Shockwaves rippled out from the epicenter, causing earthquakes and clearing the clouds from the sky.

Fero screamed as the force of his attack reached its zenith, culminating in a colossal explosion. A nuclear-sized blast consumed everything in its path, obliterating the Ancestor and the entire forest, sending Fero hurtling miles away like a cannonball, lost in the chaotic aftermath...