The Dreamer's POV

Chapter 92: The Crimson Ogre

The sun hung high in the sky, illuminating the scene as Fenrir's hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out a gemstone.

With a small smirk, he activated it. The air around him shimmered, a barrier forming and encasing him in a bubble of impenetrable protection.

His smirk broadened, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

His other hand traveled to the necklace around his neck.

As his fingers brushed over the pendant, a surge of power burst forth from him, washing over the area.

His power magnified, filling the air with an almost tangible pressure.

"I have ultimate defense and ultimate offense," Fenrir declared, his voice echoing around them, filled with arrogance.

Energy coalesced around him, a swirling vortex of power. "I am both an impenetrable shield and an unstoppable force."

He took a stance, feet apart, arms raised. His energy surged, wrapping around him, a corona of crimson power.

"This," he announced, voice resonating with power, "is the [Crimson Ogre's Dance]."

The technique was one of the Lyma Family's Martial Arts, known only to the knights and guards in their service.

And as a former knight, Fenrir was privy to this secret.

As he activated the technique, the air around him crackled with electricity, a testament to his amplified power.

The barrier deflected all incoming damage while allowing him to inflict massive damage on his foes.

He was completely untouchable, an unassailable fortress of power.

Across from him, Benard's face fell into a grim expression, his eyes filled with worry. He could sense Fenrir's overwhelming power, a tidal wave threatening to engulf them all.

"He's... strong," he muttered, his voice thick with dread.

Beside him, Fey also looked perturbed, her gaze uneasy.

"I sense an overwhelming power from him," she whispered, a shiver running down her spine.

The air was heavy with Fenrir's power, a weight that pressed down on them all.

The bandits around Fenrir took positions behind him, their faces filled with confidence and malicious glee.

"You're all dead now," they taunted, their voices ringing out in cruel laughter.

Fenrir stood at the forefront, his energy crackling around him, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He was an unyielding wall of power, his aura radiating a sense of invincibility. With his seemingly impenetrable power, he was indeed unstoppable.

"Is this all...?"

"WHAT?!" Fenrir's eyes bulged as he was once again assailed by the calm voice of the lad before him.

Amidst the rising tension and fearsome display of power, the third man, the unknown companion of Benard and Fey, seemed unfazed.

"I'm asking if this is all. Is there still something else you have up your sleeve? I'd advise you to take it out now."

Confidence wrapped around him like a cloak as he stepped forward, a small smile playing on his lips.

Words could not describe the way Fenrir felt about being insulted to this degree.

"You must be retarded. An idiot with no brain. It seems you are unable to comprehend what power means even if it is staring you in the face." He growled, his glare settling on the youth.

"I don't know whether to call that bravery... or stupidity."

"I think it's you that doesn't quite understand." The boy said, his voice clear and steady despite the heavy air around them.

"Oh? And what is it that I don't understand?" Fenrir sneered, his barrier pulsing around him in response to his mounting anger.

"You're not strong." His words hung in the air, a bombshell that rippled through the watching crowd.

"You're still weak."

"W-what did you... JUST SAY TO ME?"

The fury that washed over Fenrir was almost palpable, his aura flaring up with renewed force.

~WHOOOSH!~

In an instant, he was in motion, his enhanced speed turning him into a blur.

The ground shattered beneath him, his body propelled forward by an immense shockwave that billowed out, warping the air around him.

~VWUUUM!~

Fey and Benard barely had time to react, their eyes wide in shock. Fenrir closed the distance between him and the third man, faster than a falling star.

His fist shot out, aimed right at the heart of his enemy.

'For your arrogance against me...' The grin on his face was cruel, his eyes gleaming with anticipation of the kill.

'... Just die!'

He connected with the third man, the force of his blow igniting a powerful explosion that reverberated around them, flattening everything within its reach.

~BOOOOOMMMM!~

The shockwave swept Fey and Benard off their feet, pushing them away from the epicenter.

"Guark!"

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"Arghh!"

They both crashed behind, their bodies recoiling from the sudden impact that pushed them back.

~FSHUUUUUU~

As the dust settled, all eyes locked onto the point of impact.

There stood the youth, standing upright... seemingly untouched.

The dust billowed around him, obscuring his form, but as it cleared, his figure emerged, solid and unbroken.

He had taken Fenrir's full might head-on and still stood, unfazed.

"W-what?! H-how?!"

"It's like I said before... " He muttered, his voice carrying across the silent field.

His smile turned into a complete lull, and his eyes seemed empty, hollow of any form of excitement.

At that moment, the gaze of condescension that he expressed was enough to cause Fenrir to fall to his knees.

It felt the same as an avalanche staring down at an ant.

A completely overwhelming sensation!

"...Too weak."

Fenrir's eyes bulged as he suddenly found himself unable to stand upright.

'E-eh...?' His body buckled, sinking against an invisible force that descended upon him like a sledgehammer, pinning him to the broken earth beneath his feet.

~BOOOOOOOMMMMM!~

The shockwave cracked the ground around him, a spiderweb of fractures spreading from the point where he kneeled.

His barrier, the symbol of his impenetrable defense, shattered like fragile glass, its shimmering surface rippling and breaking under the weight of the unseen force.

The air became dense, his body heavier, and his strength insufficient.

A strange and foreign feeling overcame him - the feeling of helplessness.

Beneath the weight of this unseen force, Fenrir found himself sprawling flat on the ground, his body crushed under the intense pressure.

His breath came in ragged gasps, and his gaze turned up to see the youth looking down on him.

"<Gravity Press>," He heard someone mutter, his voice carrying across the field, his tone matter-of-fact, as if this was a mere routine.

A shiver of realization slithered down Fenrir's spine. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing his newfound fear.

The stark contrast between them had been laid bare for all to see.

"I actually had some form of expectation when I first heard about you. Seeing the scene of carnage made me anticipate our encounter even more..." Fenrir heard the words of the young man, so calm and smooth.

"But now that you're here, struggling beneath me, I only have one comment."

Rippling sensations coursed through his veins as the boy's words etched itself into Fenrir's brain.

"... Underwhelming."

The sense of power he had once held now felt like a far-off dream as he lay flattened on the ground, looking up at the truly strong one standing over him.

The youth was right all along.

'I... I... I am too weak...!'

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[A/N]

Pfft! How else would this have ended?

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