Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills

The blinding sphere of light was up in the sky, blasting the earth around it with a blinding glow, and then suddenly, it disappeared, allowing the natural light source to regain its duty of lighting up the world.

It happened in a split second.

Everyone was still gazing at it with several expressions and expectations in their hearts.

Alister was about to land a powerful punch on it.

And then.

BOOM!

Instead of the sphere of light, his fist clashed against flesh, causing his eyes to widen as he realized what had just happened.

And when he did realize it, it was already too late: he had already landed the punch, and it was in the stomach of the unrecognizable corpse clutched in the white-haired archmage's grasp.

His mind immediately interpreted the situation, the realization sending a shiver coursing through his being.

"X-Xandros?"

He called out the name of his only brother, his tone one of disbelief, as though he were questioning fate.

Then his expression crumbled even more; his face went pale, and for the first time since he could remember, tears dripped down his cheeks.

The black cloak and the bloodied strand of white hair amidst the unrecognizable, mashed-up head sold it: it was no other person but his own brother.

The only family he had was dead!

Suddenly, different emotions began to surge inside him, including anger, pain, sorrow, regret, vengeance, and bloodlust.

D'andre observed Alister's expression, and a satisfied grin appeared on his face.

'Yes! Enjoy the pain of losing a loved one.'

On the ground, the survivors gazed at the interaction with varying reactions.

There was joy amidst their reactions, glad that one of their tormentors had been killed.

It gave them more hope that they would survive compared to what they felt a few minutes ago.

Nevertheless, amidst the joy was worry — would the white-haired archmage be able to defeat the other dark-blood brother, the one known to be the strongest among the two?

Especially as he had just finished using the elemental domain spell, a spell that consumes a lot of mana.

"We should leave and find a hiding place."

One of the spy knights ordered after witnessing another devastating brawl between the powerhouses.

While some of the survivors wanted to stay behind and watch the display of strength between both parties, they knew it would be disastrous, so they obeyed the knights and left with them.

There were only twenty-three captives left, including Dragun, Rowan, and Riela.

The entirety of the group could be seen sprinting as far away as their legs could carry them.

The spy knights led the escape.

Rowan held his wife and ran with her as they made their way toward safety.

They ran and ran till they had covered a long distance from the bloodied battlefield.

The spy knights asked them to hide behind one of the biggest trees in the area, its very thick trunk offering concealment.

The tree was the only safe place, as it could resist the shockwaves from the brawl cooking up above them.

Meanwhile, floating in the sky, the tension grew worse and worse every second.

Alister was extremely emotional about losing his brother, and that emotion was turning into a strong motivation to kill.

D'andre, on the other hand, was proud of his victory against one of the evil people terrorizing the world. He gloated at the sorrow of his next opponent; he even had a plan to make it worse.

"You know, your brother actually pleaded with me to spare his life. He cried like a baby, asking me to let him live just so he could see his big brother again, even offering to give up useful information about your cult in order to save his head. For someone so stubborn and proud, I never expected he'd be that much of a coward. Who knows—maybe you both share the same characteristic; you are brothers after all."

D'andre said with mockery dripping from his voice.

He lifted the corpse of Xandros and swung it as though he were playing with a doll.

Then he tossed it to the ground at alarming speed, one that would cause it to splatter into meat paste on collision.

Alister's eyes widened, and he flew down to stop it.

Even if his brother was dead, he would not want him to be smashed into meat paste.

'Got you.'

But this was exactly what D'andre wanted.

Alister was descending at incredible speed to save his brother.

D'andre pursued after him, conjuring a light magic sword as he closed in.

Alister felt his presence approaching.

He was torn between rescuing the corpse of his brother and defending himself.

He gritted his teeth, changed his flight path, and flew to clash with his enemy.

"You made the right decision."

D'andre was impressed with his decision-making.

"But you forgot something: I'm at my peak stage, and you've already exhausted yourself trying to break my domain. My victory is inevitable."

D'andre bragged and clutched the light sword even tighter as they were about to collide.

Alister also created a dark magic sword, ready to engage in a magic-sword fight against his opponent.

He even boosted his flight speed.

The distance closed in split seconds, and they clashed.

Their collision was more devastating than the other powerful clashes. If one were to look at the sky, they would see two massive waves:

Light magic surged toward Alister, while a dark magic wave blasted in D'andre's direction.

BOOM!!

Both attacks clashed, and a far more powerful shockwave drifted across a long distance, uprooting even taller trees, sending corpses flying like rag dolls, and shattering the cave beside them as though it were made of mud.

Thankfully, everyone else was safe, hiding far behind the huge tree. Some even began to thank the spy knights for suggesting they hide, for they would have died otherwise.

"I will kill you!"

Alister charged without waiting for the previous aftereffects to subside.

'He has lost his mind.'

D'andre noted inwardly as he blocked the attack with his light sword.

Alister fought like a raging demon, attacking without regard for his own safety, almost like the dark soldiers D'andre fought hours ago.

Their clash lasted for almost an hour; D'andre was mostly on the defensive due to Alister's refusal to give up.

Time continued to fly past at an alarming rate, and soon afternoon gave way to evening.

A gentle evening breeze drifted across the battlefield.

But the battle continued.

At this point, Alister's attacks had begun to weaken.

It was the opposite for the white-haired archmage—he was still full of mana and energy to continue fighting for another twenty-four hours.

Also, as he had only been blocking and dodging, he didn't use as much mana compared to Alister, whose every attack was fueled with magic.

D'andre enjoyed the fight as much as he could.

He loved seeing the broken spirit of the dark archmage as he fought hopelessly to avenge his brother's death.

He simply held on, waiting for the moment Alister lost the will to continue or exhausted his mana reserve.

That moment came hours later.

"I-I will make you pay!"

Alister stuttered as he launched another weak attack; his voice lacked the energy it had at the start.

"You expect to make me pay? Fighting like this? You make me laugh."

D'andre blocked the blow easily, then swept a kick into Alister's stomach, sending him skyward like a ragdoll.

Without giving him a moment to recover, he closed the distance and punched him relentlessly toward the ground.

Alister coughed up blood as each brutal strike met his body.

He was too weak to defend himself at this point.

And D'andre was too brutal to relent.

BOOM! BOOM!

The explosive impacts echoed across the field as Alister neared the ground.

He lost control of his consciousness; his eyes drooped with each punishing blow.

"Where is your will now?"

D'andre laughed, bringing his hands together, ready to land the final, crushing smash and end the battle once and for all.