Idle Tycoon System

Chapter 435: Perfect Victory

The battle erupted like an apocalypse.

King Asmodeus moved first, shooting forward with insane speed. Dark energy condensed around his fists as he launched a devastating strike aimed at Lola’s head—an attack that could shatter mountains and vaporize master-rank opponents instantly.

Lola didn’t dodge.

She caught his fist with her bare hand, the impact creating a shockwave that rippled across the sky and shattered windows throughout the capital below. The collision of their powers generated visible distortions in the air, trembling under the clash of grandmaster-level forces.

Despite the power behind it, Lola’s hand didn’t budge. Her fingers closed around Asmodeus’s fist like iron, stopping his full-power strike completely.

The king’s eyes widened with shock. “How—”

Lola’s other hand blurred forward, her palm striking his chest with devastating force. The impact sent Asmodeus hurtling backward through the air, his body carving a path through several clouds before he managed to arrest his momentum hundreds of feet away.

“That’s for my mother,” Lola said coldly, her voice carrying across the distance with magical enhancement.

Prince Malphas snarled with rage at seeing his father struck down so easily. “You bitch! I’ll—”

He never finished the threat.

Lola vanished from her position and reappeared directly in front of him, moving so fast that even his grandmaster-level perception barely registered the movement of Lola’s fire wings.

Her fist drove into his stomach with merciless precision, forcing all the air from his lungs and making him double over in agony.

“That’s for my father,” she hissed into his ear.

Before Malphas could recover, Lola grabbed him by the throat and hurled him downward. His body crashed into the royal palace courtyard below with tremendous force, creating a crater in the expensive marble and sending debris flying in all directions.

The master-rank demons who had been preparing to support their king hesitated, suddenly uncertain. The princess who had fled when she was of young age wounded and desperate was now dominating both grandmasters simultaneously as if they were children.

Viscount Vex seized the opportunity. “Loyalists! Attack now while they’re reeling!”

The revealed supporters of the true royal family surged forward, engaging Asmodeus’s forces with renewed vigor. Master fought master, adept clashed with adept, and the skies above Lilin erupted into dozens of smaller battles as the civil war that had been brewing in secret finally exploded into open conflict.

But those fights were sideshows compared to the main event.

King Asmodeus recovered from his flight and roared with fury, his pride wounded more than his body. He channeled massive amounts of demonic energy, drawing on decades of accumulated power and the kingdom’s ambient magic that responded to his will as its recognized ruler.

“You think one lucky strike makes you my equal?!” he bellowed, his body growing larger as dark energy enveloped him. “I am KING! I have ruled this realm for years! I crushed your pathetic family like insects! You are NOTHING!”

He unleashed a barrage of devastating attacks—beams of concentrated darkness, explosive orbs of demonic energy, waves of corrupting magic that could rot flesh and break spirits. The assault was overwhelming, enough firepower to level entire cities.

Lola flew through the onslaught like a dancer, her movements impossibly graceful and precise. She dodged some attacks by hair’s breadths, deflected others with casual gestures, and simply tanked a few that couldn’t threaten her vitality. Her speed and combat awareness had transcended normal grandmaster capabilities consuming Noah’s attribute-boosting items.

“You talk too much,” Lola said dismissively, appearing behind Asmodeus mid-dodge.

Her leg whipped around in a devastating kick that caught him across the face, spinning his massive body like a top. Before he could recover, she was on him—a blur of strikes that hammered into his body.

Each blow targeted vital points. Joints. Pressure centers. Areas where even grandmaster-level durability couldn’t fully protect. Lola had trained with Noah and his companions for months, incorporating refined combat techniques rather than relying purely on demonic power.

The combination of overwhelming attributes and superior skill was devastating.

Asmodeus tried to defend, tried to counter, tried to create distance. Nothing worked. Lola was simply too fast, too strong, too skilled. She moved like a war lord, each strike carrying the weight of years of suppressed rage and grief finally unleashed.

“I will take my time killing you,” she snarled, her fist breaking several of his ribs. Another strike shattered his jaw.

“This is for every loyal soul you murdered to steal what was never yours,” a devastating palm strike to his sternum cracked his chest cavity.

Down below, Prince Malphas had climbed from his crater, blood streaming from a dozen wounds. He saw his father being dismantled and felt true fear for the first time in his life.

He tried to flee.

Lola’s hand shot out, and a whip of pure demonic energy materialized from her palm, wrapping around Malphas’s ankle and yanking him back toward her like a fish on a line.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said with terrifying cheerfulness. “You don’t get to run like I had to run. You face this.”

She caught him by the throat as he was pulled within reach, then slammed him into his father mid-air. The two usurpers collided with bone-breaking force, their bodies tangling as they fell together.

Lola raised both hands above her head, gathering massive amounts of power between her palms. A sphere of concentrated fire formed, growing larger and more unstable with each passing second, crackling.

“Final lesson,” she announced, her voice carrying to every combatant in the sky and on the ground below. “Hell awaits those that deserve it.”

She hurled the massive sphere downward.

Asmodeus and Malphas tried to dodge, tried to defend, tried desperately to survive what was coming. But Lola had calculated the trajectory perfectly. The sphere tracked them like a guided missile, adjusting course as they moved.

It struck them both directly.

The explosion was cataclysmic.

A sphere of fire expanded outward, consuming everything within a hundred-foot radius in pure annihilating energy.

The shockwave knocked combatants away, and created a mushroom cloud of demonic power that could be seen from miles away.