Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

905  Test of Powers (1)

Seeing the problem ahead, Vicente halted abruptly, signaling his companions to stop as well. He deactivated his camouflage skill, as there was no point in wasting mana now that they had been detected.

He faced his enemies, his expression grave. "Get ready. This is the battle of our lives," he said in a solemn tone, his voice carrying the weight of their situation.

His eight allies and the dozens of armors positioned themselves according to the formation they had practiced during their journey. The armors, though not the strongest individually, formed a formidable defense and offense with their combined powers and numbers.

As Vicente's group prepared for the impending battle, the seven High-level Paragon vampires and the three Advanced Archmage monsters launched their attack. Each of these powerful foes narrowed their eyes, focusing intently as ten glowing pentagrams emerged from Vicente's body, a testament to his growing power.

Vicente couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. "I have to stay strong," he thought, steeling himself. "If we can hold our ground here, we have a chance to change everything."

The vampires and monsters recognized the threat Vicente posed. They exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of his potential. If he wasn't stopped now, Vicente would soon make a significant breakthrough, increasing his power exponentially.

The air was thick with tension as both sides braced for the clash. Vicente's allies tightened their grips on their weapons. Each of them knew the importance of this battle.

"We must kill him. Don't hesitate to complete this mission. I'll take responsibility for any problems," said the leader of the attack, a High-level Paragon in the same situation as Vicente.

Vicente's blood would be valuable to any superior vampire. Vampires could only benefit from the powers of their targets if they absorbed their blood while they were still alive. But if Vicente died, they would have a guarantee that their plans for the continent would succeed.

That was enough for these monsters who were facing Vicente today!

Everyone accepted the group leader's opinion and agreed that Vicente was too dangerous for them to hesitate in front of him.

Each of them attacked in his direction, temporarily ignoring Vicente's other allies, while the rest of the group, comprising Mid-level Paragons and Intermediate Archmages, attacked Vicente's allies.

Seeing the enemy's strategy, Vicente raised his arms as the darkness from the surrounding shadows spread to his arms and took over the day.

A dark mist covered much of these ruins of the City of Angels, and within moments, the realm of darkness formed.

As the realm solidified and the Throne of Darkness became as large as a building, its five pentagrams glowing brightly, the first enemy attacks to enter the area immediately dissipated, consumed by the darkness.

Ghostly screams echoed from this ancient city, dead souls rising from the rubble, bringing forth an army of fallen spirits.

As soon as they entered Vicente's realm, the ten strongest enemies hesitated, feeling a wave of negative pressure pressing down on their bodies.

While they weren't immobilized by Vicente's powers, each of them felt a profound discomfort in that space, their senses screaming warnings of imminent danger.

Their companions, targeting Vicente's allies, fared much worse. Completely ensnared by his powers, they felt as if invisible tentacles were wrapping around their bodies, constricting their movements.

"Elders..." one of them shouted into the darkness, his voice tinged with panic as he struggled to see more than a few feet ahead.

One by one, these creatures fell to the ground, their mana drained by an unseen force. The air was thick with an oppressive energy, the faint sound of mana being siphoned away echoing through the realm.

Vicente absorbed most of his targets' mana, channeling some of it into his eight companions. He knew better than to underestimate the value of "extra hands" in the heat of battle. Though he was stronger than his eight allies combined, their ability to distract the enemy and exploit openings was invaluable.

Dark monsters emerged from the shadows of the group's 10 principal enemies, while the spirits in the area flew at them.

Vicente didn't stand still. As the rubble shook with the metal that left the remains of the buildings in the area to form metal components to fight the monsters, the temperature of the area dropped as he moved.

Strong icy winds formed against the creatures, while lightning flashed through Vicente's realm, several spells based on distinct elements acting simultaneously against those ten.

But each of Vicente's targets was truly powerful. Even though his moves were dangerous even for them, they weren't moves that would easily kill them before a good fight.

The pentagrams of the seven vampires glowed brightly, blowing away some of the mist of darkness that covered them as they saw Vicente approaching.

"Die, you bastard!" One of them lunged forward, several birds of darkness forming with a wave of his hand and swooping down on Vicente like flying blades.

Another of these vampires also attacked, causing a huge purple hand to form in the air and fall on Vicente.

For a moment, Vicente felt his body lose some of its agility, slowing down as the enemy attack rapidly approached him.

A spider-like monster appeared behind him, attacking with its large, sharp legs, threatening to cut his body in half.

The corners of Vicente's lips turned up. Seeing the proximity of his opponent, he activated one of his newly gained powers, using a little more of his mana to escape the enemy's suppression and strike the enemy's head with his palm.

As soon as he struck the opponent's head with his palm, the Advanced Archmage monster felt something wrong before it saw its body fall backwards in front of Vicente and it flew in the opposite direction.

The surrounding spirits moved like worms in search of food. Several of them caught up with this spirit body, devouring it without delay.

The creature despaired as it felt the first bites and tears in its spirit, but helpless, unable to return to its body, it would soon be out of this fight.

"Watch out for him. Don't let him touch you!" One vampire shouted, as he sensed how Vicente's ability worked.

But without getting close to Vicente, it would be difficult, if not impossible, for them to defeat him in this realm of darkness.

The other two Advanced Archmages moved and appeared in Vicente's vicinity as the enemy palm that was supposed to reach him hit the void, and he narrowly escaped.

The other seven vampires joined forces and attacked the target, suppressing him and giving the two monsters a chance to attack him.

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