The entire arena felt the massive jump in his power level, along with the Vice Chief, whose expression shifted dramatically and was definitely not looking confident anymore.

He feels it. He knows this is serious now.

In the man's hand materialized a full-length red sword with intricate golden markings running along its blade—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality.

Leon decided to try something on instinct. He stretched out his right hand and thought strongly about his weapon.

Come to me.

WHOOSH!

It worked immediately. Leon felt his sword's emotion—its eagerness, its loyalty—and he called, and it came flying to him across the arena.

Into his palm arrived his epic-ranked sword, which had previously appeared as a high-quality black blade. But now, the moment it came into contact with his tremendous Holy energy...

SHIMMER! TREMBLE! GLOW!

The sword started vibrating intensely, then began absorbing his Holy energy like an endless, bottomless well—drinking in the power greedily.

Take what you need. I have plenty.

Leon didn't stop the flow. He had accumulated far too much Holy energy inside himself over the months and years it had been building, generated continuously by his unknown believers across dimensions.

The sword's appearance transformed completely, taking on a brilliant, glowing golden-white color that pulsed with divine radiance.

Leon's palm tingled, almost burning, as the sword drank deeper, pulsing in sync with his heart.

GLOW! SHIMMER! RADIATE!

Leon felt its enhanced power in his hand—it felt like an entirely different weapon from before, elevated to a new tier of existence.

This is incredible. The synergy is perfect.

He wasn't alone in recognizing the danger. The Vice Chief was also staring at Leon's transformed sword with visible caution and concern, clearly realizing the genuine threat it represented.

He knows. Smart man.

Leon's mystical eyes—in which a golden circle had appeared around each iris, spinning rapidly like mechanical gears—locked onto the man with an eager smile, ready to test his newfound power by trying to kill this bastard.

Let's see what you're really made of.

However, before both their swords could clash and cause absolute devastation to everything around them in the arena—

A massive shadow suddenly covered the entire arena, blocking out the red sun above.

WHOOOOSH!

A sudden drop in temperature swept the arena as the red sun disappeared, replaced by the eerie shade of the new arrival's presence.

A visible sigh of relief escaped from the Vice Chief's mouth.

"Vel'kresh..."

And then, moving like a streak of pure red light—causing no collateral damage or devastation despite the incredible speed—someone appeared between them.

FWOOSH!

She was hovering slightly above the red arena floor.

Her two hands, transformed into red diamond-like crystalline claws of enormous power, caught both weapons simultaneously—Leon's glowing Holy sword and the Vice Chief's red blade with golden marking.

A metallic screech sang between her palms as both blades strained against her unmoving claws, the air itself warping from the pressure.

CATCH! GRIP!

A shockwave was created from the interception, but a protective shield materialized instantly around all three of them, completely encasing them in a translucent red barrier and preventing any damage from spreading to the audience or arena.

SHIMMER! SEAL!

What?! Who—?!

It was a new, unexpected arrival.

But Leon was not scared or intimidated by her overwhelming presence, despite feeling the absolutely massive pressure radiating from her body like a physical weight.

Another powerful enemy? Fine. I'll face them all.

He increased the rate of his Holy energy enhancement dramatically, reaching one hundred percent augmentation of his sealed baseline strength.

WHOOOOSH! CRACKLE! GLOW!

His aura blazed even more brilliantly than before, the golden-white radiance intensifying to near-blinding levels.

SIZZLE! CRACK!

A distinct sizzling sound came from her crystalline red armored hand where it gripped his Holy-infused sword, the divine energy clearly affecting even her defensive technique.

She feels it. Good.

The woman—with glowing hair like liquid fire and golden-marked eyes set in her regal crimson form—hovered slightly above the ground.

She felt his increased power surging against her grip.

Strong human

The Vice Chief standing nearby was genuinely shocked now, his eyes going wide at witnessing the human brazenness and strength against thier leaders, seeing the smoke from her crystalline hand.

Impossible! No one resists HER presence!

Leon's mystical eyes—with bright golden halos swirling continuously on the edge of each pupil like miniature suns—remained locked and ready to clash despite this new, overwhelmingly powerful being positioned directly between them.

I don't care who you are. I'm not backing down.

However, then suddenly Leon heard something completely unexpected from the new woman's mouth.

"Calm down, human. We are not your enemy. This is a misunderstanding—put down your weapon. You will destroy our last remaining city, and I will not allow that to happen at any cost."

SHIMMER!

A circular, bright red halo of pure power appeared behind her head for just a moment—

WHOOOOSH! PRESSURE!

—which instantly forced the Vice Chief to collapse to his knees along with every other person in the entire arena and even beyond its walls. Thousands dropped simultaneously under the weight of her revealed authority.

THUD! CRASH! THUD!

But the human—Leon—was not on his knees.

What? How is he...?

Leon felt the tremendous, overwhelming power contained within her when that halo manifested behind her for that brief second. It was like standing before a god made manifest.

She's... she's on a completely different level from everyone here.

The woman's expression remained calm as she continued speaking.

"So let us talk reasonably."

Her words were not in the harsh Pyrrhan language Leon couldn't understand—they were spoken in his own native tongue, which made him mentally stumble for a second in pure shock.

She's speaking... my language? How?!

The fact that he wasn't forced to his knees like everyone else wasn't even something he'd consciously tried to resist—it simply was that way naturally, without any effort on his part.

My Holy energy protected me automatically? Or is it my Divinordial nature?

He doesn't know?

But to this powerful woman, Leon's natural resistance to her pressure was something that genuinely shocked her internally, though she showed absolutely nothing on her composed exterior.

A human resisting my Archon-rank aura manifestation? That shouldn't be possible unless...

Leon looked directly at her and said calmly, his voice steady despite the circumstances:

"Alright."

He deliberately lowered his glowing sword and consciously retracted his Holy energy back into his golden heart, the brilliant radiance dimming gradually.

SHIMMER... FADE...

Finally, FINALLY, I can talk to someone who speaks my language like a normal human. Everything has been complete chaos since the moment I arrived in this cursed world.

His tone sharpened noticeably as he added:

"Let's talk and see if it was really misunderstood as you said."

Because to Leon, this was clear as day that the man behind her on his knees was his enemy.

But Leon decided to talk because she could mainly speak his language, and she felt tremendously strong, and her power was unknown as to how she made everyone kneel before her, excluding him.

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