“Stage four?!” He noted in surprise.

“Already?!…He was pushed to stage four already?!” Yeong-Un seemed upset by this, becoming more impatient as he gripped his blades, “Fuck this! I’m helpin’ him!”

Before the impatient man could move in, he was held back once again by his companion, who gripped his biceps from behind.

“Dammit, fire-head! He’s your teacher, too, ain’t he?! What’re ya’ gonna do if he dies!?” Yeong-Un barked.

“…I’m going to be in the battle long before that happens!” He retorted, “Trust me!”

“–!” Yeong-Un seemed confused, ripping away from his hold as he turned around to meet him face-to-face, “This is bullshit, and ya’ know it! Korain is just tryin’ to sacrifice himself for us! I won’t let that shit happen!”

Eunji and Moon were silent, leaving him to be the one to have to settle his friend down, with the only method that came to mind.

“Yeong-Un…” He said quietly, clenching his fists.

“Huh?” The man raised one of his scar-slashed eyebrows at him._.

“Get it together, you idiot–!” He yelled out.

Just as he yelled, he was already midway through rearing his head back before slamming his forehead directly against his friend’s own, causing them both to stumble back in pain, wincing and holding their foreheads.

“The hell was that about, ya’ idiot?!” Yeong-Un asked, wincing as he caressed his forehead.

“You really are thick-skulled, aren’t you?! Anyway…think! You really think we’re just going to stand around and watch Korain die?!” He asked, getting in his friend’s face again.

Yeong-Un went silent, clicking his tongue before replying, “…So that’s how it is, huh?”

“Obviously! Once things get bad, we’re hopping in–no matter what he says or does afterwards!” He told him.

A warm sensation trickled down his forehead as he spoke to Yeong-Un, noticing that the wild-haired man was staring at his head.

“Yer’ kinda bleedin’, man,” Yeong-Un told him casually.

“Oh…crap,” he chuckled, touching his forehead.

After settling that, Eunji used healing on both of them to handle the aftermath of the resolving headbutt.

Once they finally returned their attention to the battle taking place, what they witnessed was something that sat in another realm from what was previously shown.

“Raaagh–!”

Korain roared out, sprinting with a speed that caused the air to hiss as he chased after the angel, who smiled at the prospect of battle while quickly pacing backward.

In an aggressive combination, the bulkened, human man repeatedly slashed his claymore, cutting at the asphalt, splitting the cars that got in their way, all while intending to eviscerate the angel in front of him.

None of the slashes could reach, though, as Radueriel blocked and deflected each of the lucirously powerful attacks with the golden bindings on his wrists, holding a wide smile while doing so.

“Never in a million years did I expect to see power like this wielded by humans! Maybe I was wrong–the Armageddon Game is pretty interesting!” Radueriel yelled out.

“Shut up and fight me–!”

Korain stomped his foot down, unleashing a shock wave that momentarily stunned the angel, having taken him by surprise and breaking his guard.

“Do it–!” He yelled out in support.

“Get that bird-lookin’ bastard!” Yeong-Un called out as well.

Summoning all of his strength, Korain swung his hips back as well as his claymore, manifesting a massive swirl of wind along its length that inhabited a destructive force that caused the ground they stood on to quake.

Radueriel was smiling wide, though a certain semblance of worry was worn on his expression as it was far too late to recover his guard.

“Raaaagh–!” Korain yelled out from the top of his lungs.

As the man swung his hips, generating all of the strength he could conjure, the winds howled as his blade bisected those very airs before being slashed directly against the angel, instantaneously releasing an onslaught of wind that propelled through the street.

The attack manifested in a sideways tornado that burst through the abandoned street, ripping and tearing at the stationary vehicles as the angel sat at the very forefront of the wind’s rage.

“Holy crap–!” He let out, witnessing the scope of Korain’s attack.

They all had to focus to maintain their balance, even though the source of the attack was pointed in the opposing direction, a couple blocks down, at that.

“Ha-ha! Give him hell–!” Yeong-Un pumped his fist into the air in excitement.

Korain held his same position, allowing the rage of the wind to churn through the street wildly as it sounded off like a continuously roaring cannon.

With this, I can do it…! Korain thought.

With every ounce of strength he had, the reddened, strained man roared out again, gripping the handle of his weapon with enough conviction to shatter it if it weren’t any less sturdy.

“–Enough of that. It’s hurting my ears.”

All at once, the swirl of powerful wind stopped in a seamless moment as the blade itself was suddenly gripped by the golden-brown hand of the angel.

“…Huh?” Korain let out.

Radueriel stood over him with a bored look, holding his blade with direct contact as he clenched it tightly.

There was no visible damage present on the angel’s immaculate body, much to the dismay of everybody watching.

“No way…!” Eunji let out in shock, covering her mouth.

“What the–Korain! Don’t let him stop ya’ like that–! Hey–!” Yeong-Un screamed at the top of his lungs.

Crap–this is the worst case scenario! I knew level fifty would be something else, but he’s treating Korain like a child! He thought.

The man who engaged with the angel was speechless at the display of superior strength, unable to react as the angel attacked for the first time, pulling on his claymore to bring him closer before sinking his fist into his gut.

“Pyuh–!” Korain spit out.

It felt as if his interior organs were just hit with a train, being abrasively slammed as not only saliva was spat out, but blood too as he coughed, being flung directly upwards by the divine strength demonstrated.

“This isn’t right…” He mumbled.

They were left stunned at what they witnessed; the terrifying power belonging to the “Destroying Angel” himself.