Rye and Emmanuel moved all around the kingdom as they fought with the full intent to destroy each other until not even a single cell in their bodies remained.

“Void Wind Rush!” Rye’s punches generated red lightning streaks that tore the space apart, looking to disintegrate everything it touched. Emmanuel's sword got destroyed every time he tried to block her attacks, but his sword kept regenerating almost instantly.

And Rye could see that it wasn’t Emmanuel’s strength, but the power was coming from the sword’s golden-red hilt.

“Your sword hilt… it’s forged from a halo, isn’t it?” Rye asked. “A halo of one of the 200 fallen angels. No wonder it can withstand my martial arts that can destroy all physical elements.

“A halo can’t be controlled to this extent unless you give it what it needs,” Rye’s fists were charged with red lightning that made very faint but deep noises like the sound traveling through water. “Just how many people do you slay every day to keep that weapon under your con