Riser was falling. Jin's sledgehammer blow had shattered his balance, sending him plummeting from the sky. In that split second of descent, his panicked eyes locked onto his target of opportunity: Rias. She stood frozen, her face a mask of shock and horror at Akeno's elimination, completely defenseless.
She stood frozen, a statue carved from shock. The light had gone out of her emerald eyes, replaced by a hollow, glassy horror as she stared at the space where Akeno had been. Her face, usually a mask of noble pride, was now a pale, slack canvas of disbelief. She was a ghost in her own body, completely defenseless
A cruel, desperate smirk twisted Riser's lips. He still had enough power for attack. He gathered a swirling ball of hellfire in his palm and fired it.
Rias saw the inferno approaching. She tried to move, to muster her power, but her body wouldn't obey. She had pushed herself for the first time in her life, and the emotional shock of watching Akeno had left her in shock .She tried to command her legs to move, to summon the shield of her Power of Destruction, but her synapses were fried, her nerves severed by grief . She was helpless. The hellfire engulfed her.
Riser hit the ground with a sickening, wet **CRUNCH** that vibrated through the cracked earth. The impact created a shallow crater. Before the dust could even mushroom upwards, Jin was upon him. He dropped from the sky like a falcon, a dark blur against the smoke, driving both folded knees into Riser's chest with the force of a piledriver. There was a wet, cracking sound of splintering bone as Riser's ribcage imploded, Shards of white, hot bone erupted inwards, piercing his lungs. A geyser of blood, dark and arterial, erupted from his mouth in a violent, choking spray that misted the air.
He straddled riser, his fist raised, ready to cave Riser's face in. With the last of his strength, Riser blasted a wave of fire, a concussive blast that threw Jin off him like a ragdoll..
Jin hit the ground, rolled once, his shoulder grinding into the dirt, and was back on his feet in a fluid, predatory crouch. He watched as Riser, coughing up gobbets of blood, rose unsteadily from his own crater.
A fire erupted from the grotesque wounds in Riser's chest, not as an attack, but as an act of self-consumption. The flames spread with terrifying speed, crawling up his torso, engulfing his limbs, transforming his very flesh into a roaring, humanoid inferno. His skin glowed like molten rock, his features obscured by the heat-haze.
"Even if you are a better fighter, it doesn't matter, human," Riser's voice echoed, distorted and layered by the roar of the flames. "Every time you touch Riser, you will burn. Soon, you will be defeated by your own injuries and finished by me. You have reached your limit! Riser will show you the true meaning of devil superiority! YOU WILL LEARN YOUR PLACE!"
His claws of hardened Touki extended with a wet, tearing sound from his fingertips, longer and sharper than before, glinting like obsidian scalpels. He was done with blunt force. This was now about maximum lethality. His heartbeat slowed to a deep, heavy thud, a drumbeat in his chest. His vision narrowed, the world fading to a grainy, monochrome gray until the only thing left in vibrant, searing color was the blazing figure of Riser Phenex. His muscles coiled like steel springs, his claws ready to rip and tear. He had reached the zone. There was only one thought left in his mind, a raw, primal command.
*"No limit."*
He exploded forward.
Riser, cloaked in his fire armor, raised a forearm to block the anticipated jab. But Jin's crimson eyes flared. The jab was a lie. In a movement too fast to track for riser , the jab became a hook.
The impact wasn't a slap; it was a detonation. Jin's calws , hard as diamond, bored into Riser's cheekbone with the force of a piston. The fiery flesh gave way, and his claw tore a bloody furrow straight through Riser's face, from cheek to jaw, exiting the other side in a spray of molten blood and shattered teeth.
Riser felt a pain so absolute, so blinding, that he couldn't even scream.
But his pain didn't matter to Jin. It was fuel .
Before Riser's guard could even recover, Jin's other hand, a blur of motion, found its mark. It plunged deep into Riser's solar plexus, the claws tearing through regenerating flesh and muscle with a sickening, wet sound. With a guttural roar that tore from his own lungs, Jin didn't retract his hand. He *lifted*. He hoisted Riser's entire, burning body into the air, impaled on his arm like a macabre trophy.
Riser's mind went blank from the agony. Instinct took over. He grabbed Jin, his fire body intensifying, trying to burn the human off him, to turn him into ash.
Jin threw him. He didn't just release him; he slammed Riser's body down with all his might, driving him into the ground like a stake. He stayed on him, riding him, giving him no space, no quarter. The ground-and-pound began. It was a maelstrom of mutual destruction. Jin's right claw tore into Riser's shoulder, ripping through flaming muscle. His left fist, a hammer of bone and fury, shattered Riser's orbital bone with a wet crack. Riser's hellfire engulfed Jin completely, the sizzle of his burning flesh, the smell of his own cooking meat, a constant, gruesome soundtrack to the beating.
They both screamed. Two primal roars of agony and unbreakable determination, echoing across the area .
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Jin didn't let up. His claws were a blur, tearing, ripping, gouging, trying to find something vital beneath the constant, painful regeneration. His own flesh was melting from his bones, the pain a white-hot nova threatening to consume his consciousness, but his body didn't stop. His healing factor was fighting a losing battle, trying to regenerate tissue that was being subjected to constant, unrelenting hellfire.
His hardening was gone. His mind was going blank from pain. But he refused to give up. His entire being, his very soul, was focused on one singular purpose: winning. He would not take a single step back.
In response to his absolute, unyielding desire, his body accepted a new reality. There was no running away. The only path was forward, through the pain.
The regenerating factor that had reached its limit didn't just break; it evolved. The sizzling, blackened flesh began to knit back together, new skin forming over raw, weeping muscle even as the flames licked at it. Steam hissed from his wounds in a constant, agonizing plume. The rate of his regeneration began to outpace the rate of immolation. His body was answering his will, forcing itself past its known limits. Jin's blows never stopped.
If Jin had a system it would showing his progress 100% - 105% - 110 %
Seeing the human not letting up , Riser's patience finally shattered into pure, terrified rage. He unleashed a massive, point-blank explosion of fire, a that blasted Jin away from him.
Riser staggered to his feet, his own body a ruin that was struggling to reform, the flames flickering weakly. "It's futile, human!" he shrieked, his voice cracking. "Admit defeat! Riser is a Phenex! Riser can do this indefinitely! I will never stop, no matter how much you attack me!"
From the rising smoke and steam, a figure stepped out. Jin's clothes were gone, vaporized. His body was a patchwork of charred, blackened flesh and freshly regenerated, pink skin, a horrifying map of his ordeal. He was smiling, a bloody, feral grin that promised more pain.
"Who said you're the only one who can heal, Riser?"
Riser's eyes widen, the flames in them guttering in disbelief. He watches, disbelieving, as Jin's blackened flesh begins to knit back together, veins pulsing like dark worms beneath new pink tissue. Steam rises off his body in thick, ghostly plumes. His healing shouldn't be possible at that speed — and yet, it is.
"Does it matter?" Jin asked, cracking his neck with a series of wet, popping sounds as he settled back into a fighting stance. "Let's fight, Riser. To see who can last until the end."
The fire in Jin's eyes was not one of strategy; it was the gleam of pure, unadulterated joy.
Touki exploded from his core, a concussive force that didn't just close the distance—it annihilated it. Riser, still reeling, perceived the human not as moving, but as vanishing from one point and reappearing in the next, a blur of motion his senses could not hope to track.
Jin's Sharingan spun, a crimson vortex that was already three steps ahead of Riser's every panicked thought. It saw the flicker of intent as Riser tried to raise a fiery guard—a feint. It registered the shift in weight as he attempted to sidestep—a trap.
The assault began.
It was not a series of strikes, but a single, unending composition of violence. A hard, snapping jab snapped Riser's head back, the impact instantly followed by a low, brutal kick. Jin's shin cracked against Riser's thigh with the wet thud of a cleaver against meat, and the phoenix's leg buckled, his stance shattered.
He stumbled forward, directly into a rising knee that crashed into his solar plexus, driving the air from his lungs in a choked, guttural gasp. Before he could collapse, Jin's fingers tangled in the back of his hair, yanking him down into a vicious elbow strike that split his brow open.
A faint sizzle echoed as flesh and bone knitted themselves back together.
**CRACK!**
Jin's follow-up hook, a piston of Touki-infused force, shattered the newly reformed jaw.
He was a maelstrom of martial discipline, a suffocating vortex of pain. A spinning back-kick sent Riser staggering sideways, but before he could fall, Jin closed the gap with a boxer's shuffle, unleashing a blurring three-punch combo—jab, cross, hook—that hammered Riser's head back and forth like a speed bag.
Riser was drowning. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't even process one agony before the next was inflicted. His regeneration, his ultimate defense, had become his personal torture. His body was a canvas, and Jin was a master artist, painting it in strokes of pure agony, healing it only to provide fresh, unmarred space for his next terrible creation.
Jin's grin was a thing of terror, stretched from ear to ear, a gleeful mask of a predator in its absolute element.
"I am having the time of my life!" Jin roared, his voice a ecstatic snarl as he ducked under a wild, desperate swing and drove his fist deep into Riser's kidney. "What about you, *Lord* Riser?!"
The phoenix's mind, once a fortress of aristocratic arrogance, was now a crumbling ruin. He was losing. The concept was alien, a poison . He was special, chosen, superior. This wasn't supposed to happen. A human, a piece of mortal vermin, was beating the living shit out of him, and was enjoying himself doing it.Humans were supposed to be below him not above . He saw the human's wounds seal over with impossible speed, saw the pure, demonic joy in his spinning red eyes, and his will began to fracture. He was fighting a monster that mirrored his own healing, yet hit with a finality he could never match.
A question, cold and sharp, pierced through the fog of pain. *For what?* Why was he enduring this? For his pride? For a marriage he barely cared about? For what?
The next hook wasn't aimed at his head. It was a brutal, digging blow that tore through the hastily regenerating flesh of his abdomen. Riser looked down in dawning horror and saw a ruin of his own insides, his intestines spilling out in a bloody, steaming mess before his own fire desperately cauterized the wound shut.
He didn't want to feel this. Not this much pain. It was too much.
It was over.
A primal, desperate need to escape overwhelmed every shred of his pride. Wings of pure flame erupted from his back. He pushed off the ravaged ground, rocketing into the sky, away from the pain, away from that red-eyed demon.
He was rising. He was getting away. He was free. He had escaped Hell.
But from the corner of his eye, he saw her. Rias, hovering in the sky, her own crimson eyes burning with a cold, vengeful fire. A sphere of pure, swirling destruction,red energy, was already cupped in her hand. She hurled it.
The spell was his sentence. It struck Riser in the back, the Power of Destruction tearing through his wings and sending him plummeting back down to the Hell he had just fled.
He landed in a broken heap. He looked up, his body trying to heal, and saw him. The demon. Making his way toward him with a sprint . He was smiling, a predator approaching its fallen, terrified prey.
Terror, absolute and profound, filled Riser Phenex.
The next words that came from his mouth were not a roar of defiance, but a broken, pathetic sob.
"I quit! Take me out of this game! I QUIT!"
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well i hope this make up for the missed day i couldn't upload .