DxD: The Holy Knight!

Sairaorg was exceptionally confident in his strike, since only a year ago he had repelled a maou class opponent with a single blow.

He believed that even if this Holy Knight from the Church was a being on par with a maou class, he would not walk away unscathed after taking such a direct hit, especially since he had made no effort to dodge or defend himself.

In Sairaorg's eyes, the lover Sona longed for was far too arrogant.

Unfortunately, that conviction did not last long before being overwhelmed by pure horror.

To his dismay, striking Yasuhiro felt like hitting an indestructible wall, unable to budge him in the slightest.

The resulting recoil tore through his muscles.

As the dust settled, the scene between Yasuhiro and Sairaorg became clear to all.

The sight left the spectators frozen in sheer disbelief.

Having witnessed the terrifying force behind Sairaorg's fist, they knew that very few among them could have endured such a strike.

Yet what were they seeing right now?

This knight had not even flinched against Sairaorg's devastating punch.

His expression remained cold and dismissive, while Sairaorg appeared like a weakling trying to challenge a god with feeble strength.

It looked utterly absurd and pitiful.

However, the devils found no amusement in the scene, feeling only a cold dread wash over them.

The young devils who had previously harbored thoughts of challenging Yasuhiro felt as if ice water had been poured over their heads.

Apart from Sirzechs, Ajuka, and the other Great Maou presiding from above, everyone was in complete shock.

This included Rias and Sona, who had never truly understood the depths of Yasuhiro's power.

His true strength had always remained an enigma.

If these girls, who spent every day around him, were asked to give an honest assessment, they would be unable to provide an exact answer.

All they knew was that Yasuhiro was absurdly strong, and whenever a problem arose that could be solved with force, nothing could ever halt his advance.

Judging by the present outcome, even Sona and the others realized they had underestimated his capabilities, realizing his true potential was beyond their wildest imaginations.

This realization ignited a glimmer of hope within Sona.

"Regulus Nemea."

Realizing his initial attack had failed, Sairaorg immediately leaped back to create distance, summoning his Longinus, Regulus Nemea.

This was the first time Regulus Nemea had been revealed in front of a grand audience.

The devils looked on with great surprise. A devil actually have a Longinus meant solely for humans, having even turned it into his own familiar.

The reality of it seemed like an impossible fantasy.

Ajuka, watching from above, would have gladly descended to study the weapon on the spot were it not for the ongoing duel and his wariness toward the Saint Who Embraces Darkness.

He decided that once this affair concluded, he would conduct a thorough investigation into Sairaorg and his Longinus.

For now, it was wiser to remain vigilant toward this Saint.

"Balance Breaker: Regulus Rey Leather Rex."

Without hesitation, Sairaorg activated his balance breaker, transforming Regulus Nemea into full plate armor that enveloped his body.

Those nearby could feel his power and physical attributes undergo an explosive enhancement.

If Sairaorg had previously hovered between an ultimate class devil and a maou class being, capable of defeating a maou through pure battle prowess, his current strength firmly placed him in the maou class.

In the eyes of many devil nobles, Sairaorg, now augmented by the full power of his Longinus, held the advantage over this Church madman.

Yet, they failed to realize that the enhancement also heightened Sairaorg's senses, granting him an acute awareness of his opponent's terrifying might.

Cold sweat dripped from his brow.

Just standing before this pressure made his legs tremble, struggling to maintain his balance.

He felt like a boat adrift in a raging storm, poised to be torn apart by the violent waves.

"Out of my way."

Yasuhiro wasted no further words. He closed the distance in no time. With a straight motion, his hand drove through the heavy armor.

Sairaorg simply collapsed into the ground.

The entire sequence unfolded in a single beat, leaving no time for anyone to intervene.

They could only stare dumbfounded at the impossible scene, watching Sairaorg lie bleeding on the stone.

Did he die?

"T-this is insane!"

Issei trembled as he voiced the astonishment shared by everyone in the hall.

Having experienced Sairaorg's monstrous strength through brutal sparring sessions over the past few days, Issei had viewed him as an idol.

Yet, that very same idol had crumbled so easily before his brother.

Either he was far too weak or his brother was simply a monster.

He had power so overwhelming that not even the undisputed strongest young gen of the Underworld could stand before him.

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