Chapter 130: Super Corbin

Corbin’s instincts screamed.

The instant Gilbert’s massive body came hurtling toward him, he reacted. His feet pushed off the fractured ground as he twisted sharply to the side, barely evading the incoming mass. Gilbert crashed past him like a falling monument, the impact shattering stone and sending debris flying in every direction.

The force alone scraped against Corbin’s robes, nearly dragging him off balance. But he did not stop moving. As his body steadied, his eyes snapped forward.

Duke Haborym.

For a fraction of a second, the demon remained in recoil from his previous strikes, his massive frame settling, his muscles coiling once more for the next assault.

And in that moment time slowed and Corbin’s mind sharpened.

His thoughts raced with terrifying clarity as he assessed everything before him. His plan had been flawless. With Damian in the equation, they would have overwhelmed the Duke, pinned him down, and ended everything with a decisive strike from his whip. He had even accounted for what would come after.

But now Damian had stepped out and everything had changed. Now it was just him and Gilbert.

Corbin’s gaze flickered briefly to the archangel, still recovering from being thrown aside. The difference was obvious. Painfully obvious.

Gilbert was not enough.

Not against something like this.

Corbin’s jaw tightened.

He could feel the Cathedral of Absolution humming beneath his control, divine energy flowing through its runes and arrays, ready to be directed, ready to be used. He could pour that power into Gilbert, amplify him, force him to stand on equal ground with the Duke but he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

That would be suicide.

Corbin understood his own limits. The cathedral was his creation, his anchor. If he diverted too much of its power away from himself, his defense would collapse. And against Duke Haborym, a single mistake was death.

Protecting himself was not just the best choice. It was the only one..

But before Corbin could refine a new plan, before he could reposition or retreat the Duke was already there.

A massive fist swung toward him, tearing through the air with enough force to obliterate him entirely. Hellfire roared around the strike, its heat warping the space it passed through as it descended upon him with lethal intent.

Corbin’s grin spread wide.

“So you want to die?” he roared, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Then I’ll grant you that wish!”

He did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward.

His body dipped low, slipping through the incoming strike with precise, practiced movement. The Duke’s fist thundered past him, missing by inches, the sheer force of it ripping apart the ground behind him.

And Corbin was already inside his guard. His fist clenched and divine energy surged. With a sharp exhale, he drove his arm forward, aiming straight for Duke Haborym’s chest.

But before his knuckles could connect…

Boom!

Hellfire erupted.

A violent burst exploded outward from the Duke’s body, reacting instinctively to the incoming threat. Flames surged between them, roaring with destructive force as they sought to consume Corbin before the strike could land.

Golden light flared violently around his arm, resisting the inferno as he pushed forward through the explosion, his momentum unbroken, his intent absolute.

Boom!

His punch connected.

A heavy, thunderous blow slammed into Duke Haborym’s chest, the force of it driving through flesh and bone as divine energy burst outward on contact.

The Duke’s body jolted.

For the first time since his transformation he was pushed back.

His feet dragged across the ground, carving deep trenches into the shattered earth as he skidded several meters away. The air trembled from the force of the strike, debris lifting and scattering as the impact echoed through the cathedral.

Duke Haborym came to a stop and a deep frown settled across all three of his faces and his six burning eyes locked onto Corbin once more.

On the other hand, Corbin stared at his fist, his chest rising and falling as a crazed gleam lit up his eyes. Divine energy crackled faintly around his knuckles, the golden light reflecting in his pupils as if he were seeing something for the very first time.

Slowly, his head tilted.

Then his gaze snapped back to Duke Haborym.

“Is this it?” he asked, his voice low, trembling with a strange mix of excitement and disbelief. “Is this how it feels to have super strong?”

Corbin did not wait for an answer.

His body lunged forward with explosive speed, the ground beneath his feet cracking as he shot toward the Duke like a streak of gold. In an instant, divine flames erupted from his hands, blazing fiercely as they coiled around his arms.

Then he struck forward as his fists blurred and one became many.

Corbin unleashed a relentless barrage, his punches tearing through the air with terrifying speed, leaving behind overlapping afterimages that lingered like echoes of violence.

But Duke Haborym did not retreat. Not even a step!

Instead, he surged forward to meet him head-on, all six arms ignited. Hellfire roared to life, emerald flames bursting violently around his fists as his massive frame charged into the storm of attacks. His arms moved just as fast, just as violently, each swing leaving behind its own trail of afterimages as he answered Corbin’s assault with one of his own.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fists met fists midair. Golden flame against his hellfire.

Each clash detonated with explosive force, shockwaves bursting outward in rapid succession as their blows collided again and again. The air screamed under the pressure, the ground beneath them cracking further with every exchange as the cathedral trembled from the sheer intensity of their battle.

Neither gave way.

They stood at the center of it all, trading blows with reckless abandon, their movements blurring into a chaotic storm of divine and demonic force. Sparks of gold and green scattered across the battlefield, lighting up the ruined street .

From a distance Damian watched.

And for the first time since the battle began he was stunned.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression tightening as he took in the sight before him. He knew the cathedral was siphoning power. He had felt it himself, had sensed his own strength being drained and redirected.

But this was beyond what he had expected. To elevate Corbin to this level that allows him to stand toe to toe with a being like Duke Haborym, trading blows with monstrous strength without being instantly crushed…

It was absurd!

His gaze darkened.

To think that this same priest had planned to turn that power on him… even after fighting alongside him moments ago…

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