Chapter 74
Pietro quickly threw his hands up in mock outrage. "Hey, Wanda, are you serious? How could I ever question Boss Leon? Are you doubting my loyalty to him?" His voice grew more dramatic, and he clutched his chest as if heartbroken, his face full of exaggerated sadness and hurt. "I can't believe you would think I'd question my own family, Wanda!"
Wanda rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with his theatrics. She had more important things to worry about. A flicker of concern crossed her face as she turned her gaze back to the battlefield. "Leon..."
The rain of light that filled the sky had ceased. Leon hovered above, releasing his hands from the cross-shaped gesture he had been holding, his eyes fixed on the red figure below. The strong wind howled, dispersing the flames and smoke, revealing the devastation beneath. The land below was cratered with pits like the surface of the moon, of varying sizes and depths, the ground itself scorched and torn apart by the sheer power of Leon's attack.
Yet, despite all of that, Mephisto stood there, unharmed. A thin, blood-colored barrier shimmered around his body, barely rippling from the impact. The Demon Lord looked up at Leon, his voice cold and filled with disdain.
"I hate your impulsiveness, kid," Mephisto growled.
Then, without warning, he spread his arms wide. The very atmosphere seemed to shift as an overwhelming, indescribable force surged toward Leon. Faint whispers and eerie murmurs echoed from all around, as though the sky and earth themselves were conspiring against him.
"I hate your impulsiveness, kid," Mephisto growled, his voice cold as he glared up at Leon.
With a sweeping gesture, Mephisto spread his arms wide, and the very fabric of space and reality seemed to twist. A crushing, indescribable force surged toward Leon, filling the air with faint whispers and murmurs. These eerie voices carried a dark power, designed to weaken the will, seduce the soul, and drag it into an endless abyss.
But Leon, who had awakened his Conqueror's Haki, was far too strong for such tricks. His fighting spirit burned too brightly to be touched by these dark enchantments. His sharp gaze cut through the illusion, and he spat a single word: "Get out."