The Holy Sword Execution Squad's Terrifying Show of Force

With a scorching sonic boom, Rudolf's fist shot toward Yit again. But at the instant of impact, some strange force seemed to drain all its power.

The blow began with terrifying force, only to land lightly against Yit's body.

Rudolf froze.

Before he could recover, the huge mouth on Yit's chest snapped open.

It bit off his head-sized fist and swallowed it whole.

"Captain!"

Seeing his captain injured, Pick rushed forward to shield him and summoned his two banshees!

Rudolf stared at his missing fist in confusion. The gleam in his eyes grew brighter.

"This thing can eat my power?"

Just as Yit was about to attack again...

A strange flame suddenly engulfed him.

Sticky green fire burned fiercely across Yit's body.

Yet the mouths that could easily devour a Master's flesh, even swallow power itself, could do nothing against the flames.

Every mouth shrieked and writhed.

Duma's face darkened. He swept a hand forward, and a green demon spirit rapidly enveloped Yit.

The demon spirit absorbed the flames burning Yit, but its skin was badly scorched, mottled raw red and charred black. It looked wretched.

Duma turned his icy gaze into the distance, toward Greenfire, whose face was full of satisfaction.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?"

Greenfire grinned. "I'm just burning a rabid dog that came onto my turf. What the fuck is it to you?"

Rudolf had no intention of letting them recover from their infighting.

A wave of scorching heat flashed past, and a terrifying impact blasted a crater more than ten meters wide where Duma and Yit had stood.

When the dust cleared, bodies lay strewn across the crater.

Six of the ten people Duma had brought were dead.

Duma's top hat had been blown away, and his pipe was riddled with cracks.

He had