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Typhir\'s grip around the spear impaling his arm tightened indefinitely. Despite the grueling pain produced by the ghastly heat searing his palm, the madness in Typhir\'s eyes grew. While the sound generated by his grip was appalling to others, Typhir felt differently.

The savage light in his eyes intensified as his body swelled with absurd levels of strength. The emissions from his body caused even Apollo to smile as he glanced in Fuhrer\'s direction.

"It appears that Typhir\'s bloodline isn\'t the same as yours," Apollo chuckled.

"Of course not. After all, I walk the route of suppression, whereas he travels the path of destruction. If I\'m not mistaken, Typhir\'s bloodline should belong to the Destroyer lineage," Fuhrer said with a deep expression.

As Fuhrer\'s mind was filled with archaic knowledge of the bloodlines, it took a moment for him to locate the bloodline which corresponded to the traits Typhir\'s displayed. However, Apollo suspected Fuhrer possessed a deep knowledge of the bloodlines.

Even though he speculated as much, Apollo still praised Fuhrer\'s vast knowledge surrounding the demons.

"Correct. He carries the Infernal Destroyer Bloodline," Apollo admitted with a faint nod.

This revelation initially came as a surprise to Fuhrer. Since Apollo\'s time in the Rings was sparse, Fuhrer didn\'t expect him to possess information regarding the many demonic bloodlines. Other than his own, the rest should be unknown to Apollo.

However, it didn\'t take long for Fuhrer to dispose of this assumption. Once he recalled Apollo\'s link to all of his followers, it took little for Fuhrer to understand what happened. Apollo\'s identity as their monarch gave him extra privileges.

One of which involved receiving feedback regarding their strengths. 

"Correct. Now, let\'s see what happens because if I\'m not wrong, Typhir\'s already entered the 3rd degree of this bloodline. Or, at the very least, he\'s shattering that threshold as we speak," Fuhrer said with an invested expression.

From fearing the outcome, Fuhrer gradually became interested in finding out the depths of Typhir\'s current power.

Apollo felt the same way. Therefore, the two cut their conversation short and watched the development between these two Irayms.

"Urghh…"

A low gurgle exited from Typhir\'s throat when he moved the spear an inch. The pain was incomprehensible, but Typhir didn\'t experience any change in expression aside from this small noise.

Boundless fury undulated from his body afterward.

As a result, the wall encasing him crumbled as his aura unleashed in cataclysmic pulses. Soon enough, it allowed him to step back onto the ground. Once he landed, he took steps that shook the earth as he advanced.

Eventually, the spear piercing through his arm revealed cracks that spread at a ridiculous rate. Soon enough, it shattered with a sound akin to glass breaking while Typhir walked over its tattered remains.

Afterward, he cracked his neck and walked towards the Iraym, "Quite a gruesome strike you delivered there, but I hold nothing against you."

"Precisely, because it is your fault. I didn\'t ask for your provocation. Besides, all is fair in war," the Iraym responded with an expression just as cold. However, his wrath paled when compared to the one Typhir exuded.

"I see," Typhir nodded casually. There was a brief silence between the two.

Suddenly, Typhir\'s body swelled to roughly twice its size, standing over 15 feet tall. In his current form, he easily towered above the Iraym. 

Subsequently, the information revealed by the system thoroughly shocked Apollo. Typhir was truly a berserker through and through! Partly because of the ridiculous boost, but mostly because of the actions he was committing!

After receiving the spear, Typhir\'s health dropped drastically, suffering damage equal to over 35% of his entire health. However, the act of pulling it caused sustained damage, which drained his health even further, but nowhere as fast as the damage suffered upon initial contact.

Because of his bloodline\'s effect, Typhir became increasingly susceptible to damage. So, the longer the fight, the higher the chance of suffering damage. 

Yet, Typhir\'s freakish power continued to strengthen, every after falling to less than 50%.

〈System: Household Leader Typhir Estrada\'s Health has dropped under 40%.〉

〈System: Household Leader Typhir Estrada has invoked the third level of the «Infernal Destroyer» bloodline.〉

〈System: Typhir\'s «Aura of Destruction» has reached the 3rd degree.〉

〈System: Typhir\'s Strength and Agility have risen by an additional 50%.〉

〈System: The Infernal Destroyer Bloodline\'s unique ability «Destroyer\'s Sacrifice» has activated.〉

〈System: «Destroyer\'s Sacrifice» has sacrificed 15% Health. [remaining Health: 20%].〉

In exchange for the sliver of health remaining, Typhir was granted destructive strength. In short, the Destroyer\'s Sacrifice was a self-mutilating ability that traded vitality for immense power.

It was similar to Apollo\'s Sacrificial Vigor he possessed while a Demi-Demon, except Typhir\'s version was much stronger. Whereas the only purpose of Apollo\'s Sacrificial Vigor was to turn his health into a consumable resource for techniques when his stamina didn\'t suffice, Typhir\'s was raw power.

It converted 1% of his health into an identical amount of strength. And, since his bloodline\'s innate increase already ballooned his power to at least 200% of what it once was, this additional amount truly pushed him over the edge.

Simply put, with an over 250% increase in his strength and agility, Typhir\'s power was more or less identical to this Iraym. In other words, Typhir has essentially leveled the playing for the time being!

Boom!

Typhir launched a frightening punch backed by his over 5,700 Strength. This strike reached the epitome of what an Archdemon could unleash as far as raw stats went.

The Iraym could only respond in kind, throwing a similar punch. Although his body was much smaller, his blow forced both sides into a deadlock. At first, there was silence, but then their collision caused the ground within a 2-meter radius to experience unmatched destruction!

Suddenly, Typhir lashed out his leg.

This time, the Iraym lifted his arm and blocked. Unlike the first blow\'s circular obliteration, this attack destroyed the floor in a cone shape since the Iraym only defended. 

Though Typhir was a swordsman, he was skilled with his hands. After all, unless a true master of the sword, it was dangerous for a swordsman to lose their weapon. Therefore, Fuhrer also trained him in hand-to-hand combat as a precaution.

"Heh! Is this all you\'re capable of? Where\'s that Ira from earlier? Why don\'t you use it?" Typhir said in a derisive tone before clasping his hands together. In the next moment, he slammed his fists towards the Iraym.

Its eyes widened as it lifted its arms to defend.

BOOOM!

An explosion of horrifying volume ensued as nearly half of the Iraym\'s body sunk into the ground. Meanwhile, Typhir\'s filled with delight as he forced the Iraym into a position under him.

"That\'s where your lowly existence belongs―down below."

Bang!

Typhir moved his hands and kicked the Iraym into the ground, causing a deep chasm extending as far as the Iraym slid. Typhir didn\'t allow the Iraym to recover, before jumping explosively towards the chasm\'s endpoint.

Just before he landing a strike, a fist wreathed in an infernal aura appeared from within the debris. It was too fast for Typhir to dodge, so the blow inevitably landed upon his chin, launching him into the ceiling above.

The entire underground cavern trembled uncontrollably. With his large physique, it was enough to unsettle the entire underground chamber.

Still, Typhir seemed unaffected by this strike as he dropped from the ceiling and rushed towards the Iraym with an excited grin. After all, it had once again weaponized its Ira. Typhir felt that unless it used this ability, then it wasn\'t a real fight―the thrill would be missing.

Meanwhile, the Iraym appeared from within the debris with a different appearance. There was a flaming armor covering its torso while a crown formed from magma appeared around its forehead. Both its Ira and aura composed this aura.

Evidently, this demon activated a bloodline as well. 

At this point, Apollo was surprised. With both sides revealing a bloodline, this fight would escalate to another level. In fact, Apollo lifted his hand behind his back and pulled up, which formed a small collection of rocks to sit on.

Such a sight was too entertaining to watch standing. Thus, he took a seat.

In the meantime, after laying eyes upon this transformation, Typhir nodded.

"Excellent! Let us conclude this matter!" 

Amidst his rush, Typhir extended his hand and snatched the weapon driven into the ground earlier.