Volume 1, Chapter 157: Dead Zagi

The main flagship of Alien Magma was larger than an ordinary planet, and its main cannon possessed a terrifying diameter of eighty million meters.

Viewed from afar, the muzzle resembled a bottomless, miniature black hole, exuding a daunting and profound aura.

At this moment, however, a faint gleam flickered within the muzzle, then spread layer by layer out in front of it, forming a continuously expanding sphere of energy.

"Fire!"

At the adjutant's command, the energy sphere was instantly compressed by an invisible force until it vanished, only to burst forth abruptly, roaring toward the direction of D60 and Master Reyting.

Although the target of this laser cannon was Master Reyting, its blast radius covered nearly one-sixth of the entire planet D60.

It was not hard to imagine what kind of purgatory would unfold if this energy blast struck the surface of D60.

Reyting dared not imagine it, nor did he dare to retreat, for standing behind him were all the civilians of D60.

The mission of the Phantom Beast Fighters was to protect D60, even at the cost of their own lives.

"A stellar weapon, is it? Let's see you try," Master Reyting's gaze hardened. The light enveloping his body instantly pulsed at a frantic, flame-like frequency, and his momentum surged severalfold.

In the sky, the fist imprint of the Hard-Hitting Bull Fist was likewise expanding continuously.

Boom—

The energy cannon finally descended, crashing directly into the fist imprint of the Hard-Hitting Bull Fist with a cataclysmic roar.

A shockwave spread outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, clear to every single living being on D60.

Simultaneously, the ground beneath Master Reyting's feet shattered into countless chasms, plunging deeply inward.

Fortunately, he had blocked the energy blast.

After all, as a stellar-level powerhouse, he still possessed a certain ability to parry stellar weapons.

Yet the situation remained bleak, for Zaki had also made his move.

He leaped down from the searing muzzle, transforming into a rapidly plummeting dark shadow, charging toward Master Reyting with terrifying momentum.

He had once used this exact same tactic to shatter the Lion Emperor.

Indeed, seeing Zaki strike at this very moment, Reyting's face instantly turned ashen, a flash of despair crossing his eyes.

With all his strength currently devoted to resisting the stellar weapon, he had no remaining power left to combat Zaki.

By the time Zaki landed, it would likely spell his doom.

Reyting quietly gathered his energy, preparing himself to self-destruct at a moment's notice.

Though it might affect the civilians of D60 who had yet to escape, grievously wounding the Zaki before him would buy precious time for the others to flee.

Rip—

Right at that instant, an arm pierced straight through Master Reyting's body, bursting out from his chest.

Reyting froze instantly, and the self-destruct energy he had painstakingly gathered was crushed and extinguished by the foreign force that had entered his body.

He stiffly turned his head, wishing to see who the assailant behind the sneak attack was.

Yet when he caught sight of that face, the emotion flashing in his eyes was profound disbelief.

"Di... Dias... Why... Why... *cough, cough*..." Master Reyting coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, his body swaying unsteadily. Had it not been for Dias's arm acting as a support, he would have already collapsed to the ground.

Dias said nothing, but brilliant rays of light emerged across his body, restoring him to his true appearance.

Bull horns, golden armor, and the red insignia upon his chest.

"You... You are..." Reyting's pupils contracted violently as he cried out in shock, "You are an Absolutian!"

"Oh?" Dias—or rather, Diablo, as he should now be called—having regained his original appearance, wore a look of mild surprise as he spoke, "You actually know my true identity?"

"Of course," Reyting grasped the arm that had impaled his chest, speaking in broken gasps. "Because... Ah!"

Before Reyting could finish, another bloody hole was torn through his chest, delivered by the belated Zaki, who dealt the fatal blow.

"Nosy bastard," Diablo snorted coldly, though without hesitation. Seizing the moment while Reyting still breathed, he hurriedly channeled his power to absorb the Cosmic Phantom Beast residing within his body.

Streams of red energy were forcefully extracted from Master Reyting, flowing into Diablo and ultimately condensing into the imprint of the Hard-Hitting Bull Fist upon his chest.

Squelch—

As the blood-stained arm was withdrawn, the final flicker of light in Master Reyting's eyes finally extinguished, and he fell backward.

"Hehehe... Hahahahaha..." Looking at the unique Cosmic Phantom Beast Fist imprint on his chest, Diablo burst into wild laughter. "Hahaha! With this, I am now a Grandmaster of the Cosmic Phantom Beast Fist!"

"Such weak fist techniques—was it really necessary to go to such lengths to seize them?" Zaki's cold, ill-timed voice interrupted.

Diablo's brow immediately furrowed as he glanced sideways at him. "True enough. Having inherited the Cosmic Phantom Beast Fist, I ought to test its power. Let's use you as the first victim."

"What?!" Zaki's expression shifted drastically as he hurriedly took two steps back. "What do you want?!"

"What do I want?" Diablo smiled coldly. "Naturally, I want your life, using these very 'weak' fist techniques you spoke of."

As he spoke, Diablo raised both arms, unleashing the Hard-Hitting Bull Fist he had just plundered.

"You bastard, don't think I'm afraid of you!" Zaki's eyes turned vicious as he gathered energy in his hands, fiercely striking toward Diablo.

Boom—

With a deafening explosion, Diablo remained completely motionless, without a single scratch upon his body.

Only the fist imprint grew denser and more solid.

"How is this possible!" Zaki's eyes widened in sudden, horrified disbelief.

Even a fool would realize by now that Diablo's power far surpassed his own; otherwise, it would have been impossible to block his attack with such ease.

"Go to hell, Hard-Hitting Bull Fist!" Diablo roared, the fist imprint solidifying completely, though the pressure it emitted was far less astonishing than Master Reyting's.

Even so, it was not something a minor stellar-level Alien Magma like Zaki could withstand.

Because the one wielding the Cosmic Phantom Beast Fist was the Ultimate Lifeform, Diablo.

Boom—

With a thunderous crash, the Hard-Hitting Bull Fist slammed into Zaki, instantly fracturing his chest with countless web-like cracks.

The next second, the fissures spread across his entire body, transforming Zaki into a glass-like dummy that shattered completely into pieces.

Yet he was not yet dead; he still breathed the air, though his breaths were faint and few.

"First time using it, and the results are quite satisfactory," Diablo murmured with considerable satisfaction before delivering a punch directly at Zaki.

Crack—

Instantly, Zaki—already covered in cracks—disintegrated entirely. Like a shattered mirror, fragment after fragment tumbled to the ground as all traces of life vanished forever.