Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 1420: Ascend Even Further, Hero!



Across his entire journey, Allan never expected this to happen, he never thought he would go...

This damn far!

To fight a divine being, perhaps.

But...

To fall into the damn sun and survive its burning plasma, all while he battled a divine being?

This was definitely not on his checklist!

SPLAAASH!

The two divine titans fell over an endless sea of boiling plasma, their bodies covered on perhaps the substance that burned the most in the entire universe.

And even with his immunity to fire, Allan could feel it, the agonizing soaring and horrendous burning pain! It was like a wake up call for him, his senses heightened as he screamed in agony.

"AAAAGGGH!"

Some say that pain is a necessary for you, when you lose such an important sense, you become dull and unable to react in time, and so, the pain Allan felt caused his senses to reach even greater heights.

"You insane fucking bastard...!"

With anger and wrath, her surged from the sea of plasma, the entire sun shook monstrously as Ifrit emerged, without any pain unlike Allan!

"If you still feel pain as you bathe in the seas of the sun... then maybe you're not ready yet?" Ifrit laughed; his body was unscathed even before the seas of plasma of the sun of Muspel. Why?

It was rather simple, this domain was him, and he was the domain, an extension of his soul, part of him.

The sun of this domain wasn't the same as the stars out there, it was much smaller.

At least, the size of the moon of Terrarium.

However, it definitely burned as hot as the real deal!

"We'll see about that, IFRIT!"

After being thrown into the literal sun and burned into its plasma sea, Allan was done with this! He charged against Ifrit, his gigantic sword swinging down, then upwards, then to the left and right.

All within a split second.

Ifrit's eyebrows rose only for a bit.

"So he's coming directly, a reckless bastard, just like I like them!" Ifrit smiled, readying himself for the clash. "Come at me, Allan!"

The bastard was still underestimating Allan.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yet Allan had never underestimate him.

Therefore.

"{Heavenly Blazing Blade Arts}: {Pinnacle}!"

He always went all out from the start.

RUMBLE!

A gigantic cross-shaped slash was unleashed, all-encompassing, splitting and slashing through space itself, it literally teleported into Ifrit's face.

"W-What?!"

Ifrit was completely surprised.

BOOOMMM!!!

The slash exploded on his face, slicing through his skin and leaving an ugly scar all over it" "UUAAGGH!"

Ifrit had not screamed in such genuine pain since he fought Indra the Spirit God King of Thunder. It left him truly speechless.

Even more speechless he was when Allan appeared right in front of him.

He didn't walk or ran towards him.

He saw what he did.

With his many eyes.

He saw him!

"This bastard...!"

Allan swung down his blade again, the same technique, again.

"Pinnacle!"

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

Several times at the same time.

This was it!

This was Allan's complete power.

Pinnacle, the ability to slash and split through all things.

Even a resilient divine spirit god like Ifrit...

Was taking severe damage!

His Divine Flame danced, yet at the same time grew weaker rapidly.

He was exhausting all of his energies, divine power and mana.

All for this damned battle that Ifrit started out of nowhere.

But right now Allan...

He couldn't care less!

"FUCKER!"

Ifrit felt fear, smashing his attacks with his fists, only to feel his fists burn with pain, his fingers were sliced apart, and his hands skinned by Allan's endlessly slicing blade slashes.

Yet he didn't falter nor hesitate, he didn't step back either, Ifrit roared, gritting his teeth as he realized he might have bitten more than he could chew!

"IFRIT!"

"MASTER!"

The two roared back to one another like true men, their bodies being shredded and bleeding, their blows hitting one another constantly.

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

The sky split apart, and now even the sun was beginning to shake, rapidly beginning to tremble, large amounts of plasma falling from it, melting everything below.

"You bastard! I'll punch your face off!"

Ifrit's fist reached Allan within a split second; both were exhausted!

This was it; he was going to beat him and...

And?

SLASH!

"Huh?!"

Yet Allan, he did it again.

The Hero of Blazing Blade slashed apart the empty space, the distance between him and his

target within space.

He not only sliced it but destroyed it.

FLASH!

And through slicing space, he teleported above Ifrit.

The King of the Fire Spirits was once more, speechless.

"He... he did it again?!"

Yes.

Yes indeed!

Allan did it again, he defied logic.

Just another time!

Enough for him to land his last blow.

Right on Ifrit's head.

"{Ascendant... Pinnacle}!"

While bleeding and as his divine form was fading away, Allan gave it his all.

He showed Ifrit he wasn't messing around.

And above all, he showed him how powerful he had become.

Lazing around?

Arrogant?

Shameless?

Selfish?!

No!

He was none of such things.

If anything...

"You're incredible, Allan."

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

Dozens of Pinnacles bathed Ifrit's body as he tried to punch them away, two of his arms were

shredded apart, then two more.

His face lost some of his skin, his horns were cut off, and his ears as well.

Four out of his six eyes exploded.

BOOOMMM!!!

And then an explosion of everything Allan released engulfed Ifrit all at once.

The sun finally stopped trembling.

And yet...

"Hahaha... It can't be possible, this bastard..."

Although Ifrit still remained alive and standing.

SLASH!

The sun itself was suddenly split apart.

Holding the unconscious father on the large hand of one of his surviving arms, Ifrit smiled, as

the sun fell from the skies, divided into two cleanly sliced parts.

"Ascendant Pinnacle, huh?"

SPLAAASH!

A sea of plasma reached the realm beneath, spirits and spiritual beasts escaped the flood of

deadly miasma, yet their King remained in the middle of it all.

The realm of Muspel, for the first time since its conception, fell into a dark night, as their sun

was split apart.

"I almost freaking died, oi..." Ifrit laughed. "Just what the hell is wrong with this guy?"