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Chapter 844 Fein's Identity

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Fein's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, a fiery red light emanating from within them. His gaze locked onto the frozen statue before him, as if his eyes themselves held the power to ignite flames. The red light intensified, growing brighter and more intense, until it resembled a blazing torch, ready to consume everything in its path. 

With a surge of energy, Fein released a beam of crimson light from his eyes, the laser-like intensity cutting through the air with precision. The beam struck the ice sculpture, and in an instant, it shattered into countless fragments, scattering across the ground like shards of a broken mirror.

"S-ranks are too weak with my current strength." A victorious grin played on Fein's lips as he basked in the aftermath of his devastating display of power. His laser eyes and icy breath, both S-rank elemental techniques, had proven their worth once again. The satisfaction of overpowering his opponent coursed through his veins, fueling his confidence and thirst for further conquest. 

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As the remnants of the shattered ice sculpture settled, Fein's attention was drawn to two figures that emerged from the chaos. These were the S-rank guardians of the House of Seraphine, the very beings who sought revenge for the fallen comrade Fein had dispatched earlier. Their presence was announced with a surge of overwhelming power, their auras radiating an indomitable force.

The first guardian, a towering figure with eyes ablaze, released his aura in a devastating display of might. The sheer intensity of his energy caused the castle to tremble and crumble, its foundations succumbing to the weight of his power. Stone and debris were thrown into the air, a testament to the destructive force at his command.

Fein, however, remained motionless amidst the chaos, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He couldn't help but be entertained by the guardian's futile attempt to intimidate him. The smirk grew wider as he observed the crumbling castle, mocking the feeble display of power with a silent chuckle.

The second guardian, a fierce warrior with a grim determination etched on his face, wasted no time in launching a relentless barrage of punches towards Fein. His fists flew through the air with blinding speed, aimed to overwhelm and overpower his adversary. Yet Fein's response was far from what was expected.

Fein's eyes narrowed in mock interest as he lazily blocked each punch with minimal effort. His movements were fluid, almost dance-like, as he swayed and weaved through the onslaught of blows. The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the air, but Fein's expression remained unchanged, a mask of bored indifference.

In the midst of the chaotic exchange, the guardians finally found their voices. The first guardian, his voice dripping with arrogance, shouted, "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you stand against the House of Seraphine! Prepare to be annihilated!"

Fein chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "Oh, is that what this is? An annihilation attempt? How adorable." His words dripped with condescension

The second guardian, frustration evident in his voice, bellowed, "You won't escape our wrath! We will bring you down, no matter what!"

Fein's smirk widened into a full-blown grin as he taunted, "Is that so? I've heard grander threats from a toddler throwing a tantrum. But go ahead, give it your best shot."

The S-rank guardians, their pride wounded by Fein's nonchalant demeanor, redoubled their efforts. The first guardian conjured a surge of dark energy, ready to unleash a devastating attack, while the second guardian charged forward, fists blazing with a fiery aura but Fein block it with his body and yawned.

Fein had reached his boiling point, fed up with the demons' arrogant antics. Without a second thought, he lunged at the nearest S-rank guardian, his fingers curling around its throat like a vice. The demon's eyes bulged in terror, gasping for air as Fein's grip tightened, cutting off its desperate pleas for mercy.

"Why?" the demon croaked, its voice strained and wheezing. "Why the hell are you doing this? Ain't you scared of the nobles?"

Fein's expression remained unyielding, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. "Scared? Ha! You think I give a damn about those so-called nobles? I ain't afraid of anyone, especially not scum like you."

With a surge of fury, Fein increased the pressure on the demon's throat, relishing in its helpless struggles. Bones cracked beneath his grip, the sickening sound echoing through the air. The demon's feeble attempts to escape Fein's grasp only fueled his determination.

The demon's writhing grew more frantic, its eyes bulging with desperation. But Fein was swift and relentless, his grip unyielding. In a final act of defiance, the demon mustered one last burst of strength, clawing and thrashing in a futile attempt to break free. But Fein's grip held firm, and with a savage twist, he snapped the demon's neck with a sickening crack.

A twisted smile of satisfaction tugged at Fein's lips as he surveyed the lifeless body sprawled before him. The demons' wickedness had met its match, and Fein reveled in their demise. The stench of death hung heavy in the air, mingling with his burning determination to rid the world of their vile presence.

"Enough of their filth," Fein muttered, his voice dripping with venom. "No more will they spread their wickedness unchecked. It's time to show 'em who's boss."

The demon, sensing the imminent danger, made a desperate attempt to escape Fein's grasp. With a sudden burst of energy, he flailed and thrashed in a desperate bid for freedom. But Fein was too fast, his reflexes honed to perfection. In a fluid motion, he twisted the demon's neck with a sickening crack, ending its futile struggle.

Wiping the blood from his hand with a casual flick. The demons had unleashed his boredom, and he would not rest until he bring them down and finish his objectives.

Fein hovered in the sky, his gaze fixated on the triumphant rebels below. With a mischievous grin, he observed their weary yet victorious expressions. Sweat trickled down their foreheads, and dirt smeared their battle-worn faces, but their spirits burned with the fire of conquest.

Descending from his celestial vantage point, Fein's arrival sent a shockwave of awe rippling through the rebel ranks. They couldn't help but gawk at the mysterious figure before them, their eyes widening with a mix of astonishment and curiosity. Whispers of admiration and speculation buzzed like an electrifying current in the air.