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A deafening sound echoed as a brilliant burst of light erupted.

The demon monster convulsed violently, its agonized screams tearing through the air.

It was clear the beast was in unbearable pain.

The devastating retribution was mercilessly shredding its entrails, crushing its muscles, and pulverizing its bones.

"Wow! This damn parasite!" Abel thought, gritting his teeth.

The sight of the demon monster made his head spin, but Abel had no intention of relenting.

"Who are you to call me a parasite after swallowing me whole? I have no intention of living in your body!"

The hammer, Hector the Punisher, gleamed in his grasp as he activated Destructive Retribution again.

The sharp sound of energy crackling filled the space. Abel was resolute, determined to unleash wave after wave of destruction to strangle the monstrous beast.

"This creature is no ordinary monster," Abel thought grimly.

It was far too strong to be something mundane.

"Its form doesn't resemble a legendary dragon," Abel muttered under his breath.

Demigods and half-demons—the fragments of lost divine and demonic powers—were notoriously difficult to annihilate.

Even Peltron, Abel Carrier's rival, had failed to fully control such a being.

But Abel wasn't without hope.

"Every material has its breaking point," he reasoned.

Even diamonds, with their unrivaled hardness, could shatter under intense heat or shock.

No matter how formidable the demon was, it had to have a weakness.

The demon's agonized roars rang out again.

Thud! Thud!

"Kuaaak! St-stop!" the beast cried out, its voice trembling.

Abel smirked, his determination unwavering. "Let's see who wins—me or you!"

The monster's desperation was evident. "I... I lost!"

Abel ignored its pleas. "I'll keep burning with fighting spirit until the end!"

"You madman! Aren't you listening?"

Abel's voice was filled with resolve as he bellowed, "Not a chance!"

With another swing of Hector the Punisher, the devastating retaliation activated yet again.

Explosions reverberated through the demon's body, each one accompanied by the relentless destruction of its flesh and bones.

In truth, Abel had never used Destructive Retribution this frequently before.

Most foes didn't survive more than one or two strikes.

This fight, however, was an opportunity—a chance to discover the true limits of his ability.

"How many times can I actually use this skill?" Abel wondered.

Though the monster's thoughts occasionally seeped into his mind, Abel had no time to respond.

He was too focused on tearing the creature apart, blow by devastating blow.

Each strike from Hector the Punisher was accompanied by a brilliant blue light that illuminated Abel's surroundings, gradually expanding his field of vision.

Finally, the demon's hide gave way.

Tukuung! Fwoosh!

"Oh, it's open?" Abel exclaimed, his voice tinged with relief and excitement.

Through the torn hide of the demon, he glimpsed the outside world.

The monster's body had been reduced to nothing but ragged remnants.

"How could it possibly survive after enduring a dozen devastating retributions?" Abel thought.

He took a deep breath, savoring the crisp, clean air outside.

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The rotting stench that had filled the demon's body had been almost unbearable.

"It seems like it's almost over," Abel murmured.

The demon staggered violently, its enormous frame shaking uncontrollably.

Abel knew the end was near. The devastating punishment had inflicted fatal wounds.

However, Abel also understood the urgency.

"If I don't escape now, I might end up crashing into the sea or a rocky island," he thought grimly.

Spotting the ballista platform nearby, Abel decided to make his move.

The distance seemed manageable, so he leapt toward it without hesitation.

But just as Abel was mid-air, something unexpected happened.

Khoohoo! Thump!

"What?" Abel turned, confused, only to see the demon's tattered arm reaching out.

It grasped him tightly, its strength defying all logic.

"How does it still have this much power?" Abel thought, horrified.

The demon's bloodshot eyes glared at him with unrelenting malice.

"You thought you could escape after this?" the beast snarled.

Abel grinned, undeterred. "I thought it was worth a try."

"Let's both die today," the demon growled, its voice filled with venom.

"Sorry, but I'm not done yet," Abel replied.

"Kuaaaaak!"

The monster's eyes burned brighter, and ominous sounds emanated from its body.

Explosions erupted as it sacrificed its remaining strength in a desperate bid to destroy Abel.

"Any normal person would've given up by now," Abel thought, gritting his teeth.

But he wasn't normal.

With unyielding determination, he raised Hector the Punisher once more.

Push!

The warhammer struck with precision, severing the demon's grotesque, grasping fingers.

Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light illuminated the battlefield.

Suhua-! Thud!

Then came the explosion.

Kookwakwakwakwakwa!

The overwhelming shockwave, searing heat, and deafening noise engulfed everything.

Abel braced himself, standing firm amidst the chaos.

Abel staggered back, his body barely holding itself together after the relentless onslaught.

The explosion had sent debris flying in all directions, with the sheer force of the blast leaving deep scars on the rocky terrain around him.

Despite the immense heat that seared his skin and the deafening echoes still ringing in his ears, Abel kept his focus on the now motionless beast before him.

The demon monster lay crumpled, its grotesque form reduced to a smoldering husk. Its once towering figure now resembled little more than a mound of charred remains.

But Abel wasn't one to celebrate prematurely.

"Is it finally over?" he muttered, gripping Hector the Punisher tightly, his knuckles white.

The weapon, though still intact, hummed faintly, as if it, too, was drained from the battle.

Abel narrowed his eyes at the beast's remains. No movement. No sound.

Just eerie silence.

"Not even a demigod could survive this level of devastation," he thought.

He took a cautious step forward, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings.

The demon's aura, once overwhelming, had all but vanished.

Yet something didn't sit right.

Abel trusted his instincts, and right now, they were screaming at him to stay alert.

The air around him felt heavier, an unnatural stillness settling over the battlefield.

Suddenly, a faint crackling sound broke the silence.

Crk… crk… CRACK!

Abel's eyes widened.

The remains of the demon began to shift.

"No… it can't be," he murmured, disbelief creeping into his voice.

From the mound of charred flesh and bone, a faint glow began to emerge.

A sickly red light pulsed from deep within the remains, growing brighter with each beat.

Abel clenched his jaw. "You've got to be kidding me."

Before he could react, the ground beneath him trembled violently.

The sickly light burst forth, forming a crimson vortex that engulfed the remains of the demon monster.