Chapter 852 t.i.tans Collide: The Battle's End

With a triumphant roar, Felicity raised her ma.s.sive fist high into the air, a victorious smile playing across her lips. She had emerged victorious in this ultimate test of strength, her indomitable willpower proving too much for even the fiercest of opponents.

As the dust settled and the echoes of their battle faded into the darkness, Felicity stood tall, while Iraelyn was still on the ground. "I can't believe that she bested Iraelyn . . ." Vivi muttered in a daze, her voice tinged with disbelief. She really didn't expect that outcome.

"Hah! I told you that she would be defeated," Desira exclaimed triumphantly. "Finally, I have won a bet."

Azazel laughed heartily, his amus.e.m.e.nt evident. "Iraelyn, looks like you've gotten your a.s.s whipped by an angel! That's embarra.s.sing! I don't know how you can recover from this."

"This is not the time to be laughing; we have to help her," Elena interjected, her tone urgent.

"Let's go," Ren was about to lead the charge when a thunderous voice halted him in his tracks.

"Stay where you are!" Iraelyn bellowed, her voice echoing through the chamber with authority. "This is my fight, and I will not have intruders join in!"

"Oh, you're still standing?" Azazel's eyes widened, and he grinned mischievously. "I knew it!"

"Lord Azazel, you declared her embarra.s.sing just a few moments ago," Vivi pointed out.

"Why can't you just lie on the ground and pretend that you're dead, Iraelyn?" Desira clicked her tongue, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I've almost won this bet."

Iraelyn wiped the blood from her lips and grinned, baring her sharp canines. "The fight isn't over until I'm breathing."

Ren sighed, torn between the desire to intervene and end the conflict and respecting Iraelyn's wishes.

This wasn't the time to be doing duels. Felicity narrowed her eyes at Iraelyn. "You're still not dead?"

"Heh. You punch like a little girl. It doesn't hurt at all," Iraelyn taunted, holding her stomach.

Malifira chuckled softly. "I bet she has a few broken bones in her."

"If you want to die that badly, then I will smash your head into a pulp!" Felicity roared, her rage fueling her as she launched herself at Iraelyn once more, her eyes bloodshot and determined to end Iraelyn once and for all.

The chamber seemed to tremble with the force of their renewed battle, the clash of their t.i.tanic forms sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Each blow was met with equal ferocity as they traded blows, neither one willing to yield in their quest for victory.

As the battle raged on, Ren watched with a mixture of concern and apprehension. He knew that intervening could escalate the situation further, but he couldn't stand by and watch Iraelyn face such overwhelming odds alone.

"Shouldn't we stop them? Iraelyn might really die," Evie said, her voice tinged with concern.

"Relax, I've known Iraelyn for centuries. She has faced numerous battles, and I've lost count of how many times she's come close to death. But each time she has faced a stronger opponent, she has emerged victorious, no matter the odds," Azazel rea.s.sured, his confidence unwavering in the abilities of his warlord.

"She's a warrior through and through," he ended with pride, his admiration for Iraelyn evident in his tone.

"And just a few moment ago, you were laughing at her because she was on the verge of defeat," Evie commented, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Azazel only laughed it off, choosing not to comment further, his attention fully focused on the ongoing battle.

The clash continued unabated, each blow resonating through the chamber with a thunderous roar. Iraelyn and Felicity appeared tired and beaten, their forms showing signs of exhaustion, but neither one showed any sign of giving up.

Their pride and t.i.tle were at stake here, and neither one was willing to back down. It was a battle of wills, a test of endurance as they fought tooth and nail for supremacy, and the t.i.tle for the most powerful in the whole realm. The battle had raged on for what felt like an eternity, the clash of t.i.tans echoing through the chamber like thunder. Iraelyn and Felicity had fought with all the ferocity of raging storms, their blows reverberating with a deafening roar as they clashed time and time again.

But as the hours stretched on, fatigue began to set in. Both combatants showed signs of exhaustion, their movements growing sluggish as they fought on, fueled by sheer determination and the desire to emerge victorious.

And then, in a sudden and unexpected moment, Iraelyn paused, her gaze fixing on Felicity who stood before her like a silent sentinel. The giantess appeared frozen in time, her eyes blank and unseeing, her body unmoving as if turned to stone.

"S-she's . . . she's unconscious?" Vivi stuttered, her voice filled with disbelief as she observed Felicity's motionless form.

Iraelyn, her fighting stance relaxing, took a deep breath, her face streaked with blood from the intensity of the fight. With a weary sigh, she whispered, "It's been a nice fight. You're the most powerful opponent I have come to face in a brawl. At least took pride in that."

With that, Iraelyn raised her fist triumphantly into the air and let out a primal roar, the sound reverberating through the chamber like a battle cry. And then, with a triumphant smile on her face, she slumped to the ground, her strength depleted but her spirit victorious.

The battle was over, and as if in response to the conclusion of their epic struggle, the storm outside began to subside, the thunderous roar giving way to a gentle rain that pattered softly against the windows.

"Finally . . . it's over," sighed Desira, her relief palpable. Anymore of that and she would puke.

Something so barbaric wasn't for her delicate eyes. Malifira chuckled softly, her amus.e.m.e.nt evident. "Don't forget your debt of ten thousand souls."

"Geh. d.a.m.n it," Desira gritted her teeth, the realization of her wager sinking in as she contemplated the consequences of her loss. And so, as the echoes of their battle faded into the darkness, Iraelyn and Felicity lay on the ground, their bodies weary but their spirits triumphant. It had been a fight for the ages, a clash of t.i.tans that would be remembered forever.