Card Apprentice Daily Log

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Date- 13 April 2321

Time- 9:55

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital

As the colossal fiery fists surged relentlessly towards him, Wyatt’s resolve remained unshaken. His focus intensified a storm of determination brewing within his gaze. With a fluid yet deliberate motion, he summoned his leg into action, lifting it with a grace that belied its imminent power. At that moment, his leg transformed into a celestial whip, an embodiment of the world’s energy bursting with untamed force.

The whip-like appendage whirled through the air with an almost ethereal elegance, each movement resonating with the movement illustrated by a whip. It collided with the oncoming tide of enormous blazing fists, an exquisite combination of fire and power. 

Wyatt’s kick materialized into a devastating Whip, an embodiment of controlled might that reverberated through the very fabric of the wind. With a calculated ferocity, his leg became an instrument that broke through the wind barrier like a whip with a torrent of energy that cut through the onslaught of blazing fists. Similar to a celestial scythe through a field of fire.

As the fiery fists converged upon him, Wyatt’s kick carved a path of sublime destruction. Then, in a breathtaking moment, his kick surged forward, a blinding streak of power and precision. The kick’s lash met the fiery barrage head-on. The collision of raw elemental rule power and physical force sent shockwaves rippling through the very essence upon impact.

The impact was nothing short of cataclysmic. A blinding light and formidable heat erupted in a dazzling display, the fiery fists quivering and recoiling before the irresistible force of Wyatt’s kick’s lash. The once-menacing assault was fragmented and dispersed, each fiery fist dissolving into fragments of ember that scattered like stardust on a wind’s breeze. 

As Wyatt’s prowess unfolded before the devil’s eyes, a profound astonishment gripped the very core of its being. Belphegor’s once-confident face now contorted into a grotesque mask of disbelief as hideous emotions etched upon its features. His perception of reality seemed to shift as it beheld the seemingly effortless dissolution of its fiery fist arts with just physical strength, a spectacle that defied the boundaries of the known and challenged the very fabric of its understanding.

From the depths of its being emerged a laughter that held an eerie resonance, a cacophony that clawed its way through the city’s air. Each chilling note echoed like a sinister refrain, an array of madness that painted the surroundings with a terrifying aura. “Good! Good!” it intoned, a mantra of approval laced with an unsettling undercurrent. The Bephlegor’s voice was both haunting and resonant as it reverberated through the city’s streets, as a result of Wyatt’s prowess that had left it questioning its previous perceptions.

“What power is that? How is it able to allow you to display such prowess despite the constrictions of your mortal realm? Whose power are you borrowing? Who is it?” Belphegor’s thunderous roar echoed through the cavernous arena, a visceral expression of his bewilderment and frustration. His eyes, normally ablaze with arrogance and power, now widened in disbelief as he beheld the astonishing spectacle that had unfolded before him. Wyatt, seemingly an ordinary card master, was able to overcome one of his mightiest attacks, a combination of two rules and physical power complimenting each other.

Belphegor stood there, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation, his eyes fixed upon Wyatt with a mixture of awe and puzzlement. It was a sight to behold, the raw and unfathomable power that seemed to radiate from Wyatt’s very being. Belphegor’s mind raced, trying to unravel the mystery behind Wyatt’s power. It was not something a mortal could wield. 

In the wake of Belphegor’s probing question, a profound shift seemed to ripple through the very fabric of the atmosphere. Wyatt’s stance suddenly changed as he concentrated all his full power into his body. The air around him, once so tranquil and serene, became a cauldron of chaos. It quivered and danced in the wake of his burgeoning might as if struggling to contain the sheer force that radiated from his very being. 

Wyatt’s muscles tensed, his sinews standing out like cords of tightly wound steel beneath his skin. A crescendo of energy built within him, spiraling upward in a crescendo of power that defied mortal comprehension. It was as if the boundaries between his physical form and the boundless energies of the world had blurred, allowing him to harness forces that lay beyond the grasp of ordinary mortals.

And then, with a breathtaking culmination of focus and determination, Wyatt unleashed the full brunt of his gathered might. The very air seemed to tremble and bow before him, swept into a maelstrom of turbulence as the sheer force of his aura surged outward. A shockwave of energy rippled through the surroundings, a visual manifestation of his extraordinary power.

It was a display of raw and unparalleled force, a display that left an indelible mark on his surroundings. Belphegor, despite his own infernal origins, couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe mingled with trepidation as he bore witness to this spectacle of potency. Wyatt’s response was a resounding testament to the mysteries that lay beneath the surface of existence, a reminder that the universe was far more vast and intricate than even the most knowledgeable beings could comprehend.

“As I mentioned earlier, Belphegor, why do you concern yourself with the source of my power? Let’s settle this immediately,” Wyatt stated, showcasing his newfound strength from activating the SSS-rank curse: Cursed Blood Rejuvenation.

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Belphegor erupted into raucous, uncontrollable laughter. However, he suddenly stopped and fixed Wyatt with a chilling stare, remarking, “You appear quite sure of your abilities and confident that you can defeat me.”

“We’ll find out if I can beat you if you stop talking and continue with the battle,” Wyatt retorted. Then he charged at Belphegor with insane speed, aiming to force him into close combat in order to minimize the impact of his wide-ranging, powerful area attacks. 

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