Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1201: Not What The People Want

Luca lunged forward, his fists glowing with the dark, writhing energy of his negative magic, each strike powerful enough to shatter stone.

The masked figure darted to meet him, magic crackling around their obsidian claws. They moved like lightning, ducking and weaving, a relentless force meeting Luca’s aggression blow for blow.

The two collided, punches landing with brutal force, each hit sending shockwaves across the arena. Luca’s dark magic hissed against the masked fighter’s glowing aura, casting flickers of ominous shadows and light across the crowd.

Luca sneered as he unleashed a wave of blackened energy toward them. "Think you can keep up with me, nameless wretch?" he taunted, his voice laced with arrogance.

The masked figure dodged swiftly, somersaulting backward before landing on all fours, feral and swift, then sprang forward in a blur.

The obsidian claws glowed brighter, leaving trails of light as they swiped, forcing Luca back as he blocked and countered, grunting with exertion. "Persistent...but your power is wasted against me," Luca hissed, frustrated by the masked fighter’s fluid movements and rapid counters.

Their fighting styles were starkly different but perfectly matched, each move countering the other in a deadly rhythm. Luca’s strikes were brutal and raw, charged with the dark energy he wielded with ease, while the masked fighter seemed almost to dance, their movements precise and swift, using holy magic to deflect and retaliate.

After several fierce exchanges, Luca’s lips twisted into a smirk as an idea sparked. He feigned a stumble, his movements faltering just slightly, creating an opening.

The masked fighter, sensing weakness, moved in for a decisive strike. In an instant, Luca seized his chance, sending a powerful shockwave of energy beneath them, destabilizing the ground and causing them to falter. In a swift movement, he lunged, pinning them down with his knee and pressing his forearm against their neck, forcing their face into the ground.

Enel saw this and frowned. Luca was obviously far more talented than he gave him credit for.

"Did you think you could actually defeat me?" he snarled, dark energy crackling from his hand as he prepared to deliver the finishing blow. But as he leaned closer, something nagged at the back of his mind. This fighting style…he knew it. The way this masked figure moved, the fluid grace, almost like a dance—it was unmistakably familiar. He froze, a suspicion gnawing at him.

It had been a question in his mind since the start of the battle.

After all, from the obsidian claws, he already concluded the nature of this person but intentionally pushed it out of his mind as he did not want to think of the insane possibility.

He reached down, fingers trembling slightly, and tore off the mask. The arena fell deathly silent as the mask clattered to the floor.

"Allison!!!" Luca’s voice broke, a mix of shock and horror. His eyes widened, barely able to process what he was seeing.

Before him lay Allison, his lost concubine and Enel’s mother, her face worn by years and yet fierce with the same fire he remembered. Gasps erupted from the audience, and shocked whispers rippled through the crowd as they recognized her.

The reality struck him with a force stronger than any blow.

Allison, who had disappeared so many years ago after Enel’s birth, now stood in defense of the very son he had claimed. Luca’s hand trembled as he held her down, unable to understand how she could be here, or even how she could stand against him in open defiance.

Allison’s expression remained defiant as she met his gaze, her eyes cold and unyielding.

And then, the air was charged with shock as Enel’s voice rang out clear and commanding, "Now!"

In that instant, Allison’s gaze sharpened with resolve as she held Luca’s bewildered eyes.

With a swift, powerful motion, she braced herself, swung her leg up, and kicked him hard in the chest. Luca, caught entirely off guard and still reeling from the revelation, was thrown backward.

His body soared through the air, and with a bone-jarring thud, he crossed the boundary line.

A collective gasp swept through the arena. The implications hung in the air, weighty and ominous. Luca, their once-undefeated prince that had shocked their world with his prowess and capability had been defeated—and by Enel, his estranged son.

Silence stretched, punctuated only by whispers of disbelief and murmurings of fear.

Up in the royal box, the Queen’s face was a mixture of surprise and elation.

Her lips parting as she struggled to contain the joy that was gnawing at her.

This wasn’t the victory she had hoped for, but still, it was incredible.

Then again, She had watched Luca stand supreme in many battles for years; now, it was taken from him in one battle he shouldn’t have lost.

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Luca’s remaining children, looked on in shock as well, their father and all of them put togetherhad actuallylost against their baby brother.

The oldest, Nate,his face contorted with shock, barely managed to hold back his fury, his fists clenched tightly as he stared at Enel, the half-brother he had long dismissed as unworthy.

As for Luca, he lay on the ground just outside the boundary, his chest heaving as he looked up with a mixture of rage and disbelief. Never had he imagined being brought down, much less by the combined force of his own blood. His mind struggled to comprehend what had happened, yet there was no escaping the stark reality—he had lost, and with that loss, everything he held was slipping through his grasp.

Allison walked calmly across the platform, her face impassive as she stepped past the fallen bodies of those who had tried to stand in her way, the nether creatures returning to their eitkd,and the corpse of the elders on the ground.

Each step was a quiet declaration of her defiance and unyielding loyalty to her son... No, her mate.

She stopped, standing behind Enel, her presence a quiet reassurance and strength in the face of the shaken crowd.

But that was the problem. There was no cheer for victory nor praise, nothing. This was not the man that the people wanted.

It was not the one capable of killing his own sibling and mutilating her corpse for power...