Time Chamber In DxD

Chapter 24

"Let's stop here for today, Igor. You've...won."

"What? Already?"

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Igor was confused. He looked at his fist that was caught by Azazel's palm. He barely saw the fallen appear in front of him, barring that his senses were entirely focused on Baraquiel.

But after the haze of combat slowly left him, he could now see the current condition of both cadre. Azazel was smiling lightly with no visible strain from blocking a full-powered Kaioken x4 punch. While his grip on Igor's palm appeared strong, the blonde could feel there wasn't any force in the fingers.

So retracting his fist, Igor's eyes widened when he saw the cadre's arm fall limply to his side.

"B-broken?"

Azazel grinned.

"Yeah. You pack quite the punch for a kid your age."

"Oh..."

Igor also took a glance at Baraquiel's laboured state. The fallen weakly knelt on the ground while taking deep breaths. Although a few of his wings were damaged, he was relatively fine besides the issue of experiencing the consequences of having low levels of energy.

Igor tried to force a smile.

"So I won..."

Truth be told, the emotion that pervaded Igor's mind at the moment, was disappointment.

[I trained this hard...for this?]

Azazel could feel the blonde's disappointment so he hurriedly tried to remedy the situation.

"Why the glum look, kid? My brother just didn't expect you to be this strong to the point that you could survive his attack like this. Tell you what, how about you two have yourselves a little rematch in 3 days? Baraquiel here will show you why he's the lightning general."

Igor's eyes gradually brightened up.

"Yeah. That's fine. Next time, I want to see all your techniques, old man!"

Baraquiel groaned.

"No need."

He slowly got up from the ground with a small vial in his hand. Without another word, he consumed the contents of the vial in one gulp before crushing the container.

Shatter!

Not paying attention the the pieces on the ground, the changes happening to Baraquiel were gradual but swift. His broken and singed wings straightened out with a crack. However, one of his right wings appeared to suddenly shrivel, confusing the blonde before he suddenly felt Baraquiel's magic power restored to its previous level. *

Baraquiel breathed a few times before retreating a few metres and getting into a stance. This time, he retracted his wings and didn't let them come out.

"You've won this one, brat. Let's see if you can win the next."

Crackles of golden holy lightning flashed around him. But unlike before, these flashes remained simple flashes. This roused Igor's curiosity but he didn't ask.

Decreasing his Kaioken multiplier, he only let it run at 75%. This was the current limit he could hold with absolutely zero strain on himself for the next half-day.

"Don't mess around this time, old man. I want a real fight."

"And I will give you one."

Sensing the atmosphere between the two of them, Azazel chuckled lightly before unfurling his wings.