Chapter 481: Compliments? That’s disappointing.

The sky split open in a grotesque red, as if hell itself had spat out its entrails. The shadows of the demonic forest twisted, and the ground trembled under the weight of what emerged: an endless horde of demonic beasts. They came from every direction, bodies distorted, fangs sharp, claws drenched in hatred. They weren’t just creatures: they were hunger, chaos, and murderous instinct congealed in flesh.

And before this avalanche of monsters, two figures rose, ready to transform the battlefield into pure carnage.

Vany smiled. Her hair swayed, her eyes flashed like fire, and her fists clenched with enough force to shake the ground. Every muscle in her voluptuous body vibrated with anticipation. She snapped her fingers and dug her feet into the ground as if she were about to topple the entire world.

Rize, on the other hand, stretched with a venomous calm. Her arms moved slowly, releasing thick, shiny strands of webbing that crackled in the air like whips. Her cold, calculating gaze contrasted with her companion’s animalistic fervor.

From a distant hilltop, Vergil watched silently, his eyes narrowed, like a king watching gladiators in a hellish coliseum. Beside him, Titania crossed her arms grimly, and Zuri chewed her lip, tense and curious, trying to guess who would elicit the most praise from him.

The field shook. The roar of the horde announced the beginning.

And then… the carnage began.

Vanny was the first to move.

With a primal scream, she charged forward, the ground cracking beneath her footsteps. Her left fist met the first enemy—a beast with the body of a bull and a serpentine head. The punch exploded like thunder, the impact splitting the ground into a crater that swallowed dozens of surrounding creatures. Bones shattered like glass, blood gushed in torrents, chunks of flesh flung into the air like macabre confetti.

“ONE!” Vanny shouted, laughing. “First point for me!”

But before she could savor her victory, a crack split the air.

SHHHH-CRACK!

A web whip struck a group of wolf-like creatures, slicing them in half like hot blades through butter. The halves of their bodies slid to the ground, blood spraying like rain. Rize pulled back the thread, flicked her wrist, and the same whip split in three, lashing out in devastating circles that ripped off heads, legs, and spines in movements so fast the monsters didn’t even have time to scream.

“Your points don’t count if I clear half the field alone,” Rize whispered, her voice as cold as venom.

Vanny laughed, tossing her hair back.

“Yeah? Then watch THIS!”

She leaped. The ground split with momentum, and her body shot out like a human projectile. In midair, she twisted her hips and brought her fist down. The impact was so devastating it felt like a meteor had struck. The entire ground split open in seismic waves, nearby trees were uprooted, and hundreds of creatures were instantly crushed, turned to indistinguishable pulp.

The explosion threw up dust, chunks of stone, and blood, painting the sky crimson.

Vergil, from afar, merely arched an eyebrow. Titania and Zuri shielded themselves from the winds that reached them, as if the earth had screamed.

From the midst of the smoke, Vanny emerged, smiling, covered in blood from head to toe.

“So, Rize?! Can you get over this?!”

The spider didn’t respond. It just closed its eyes and raised its hands.

From her back, dozens of threads sprang like snakes, dancing in the air. In seconds, she had created a living fabric, a web so vast it covered the horizon. And then, with a single gesture, she pulled.

The webbed ropes cut through everything around them. Trees, rocks, beasts. Hundreds of bodies were torn apart in unison, as if the entire field had been passed through an invisible guillotine. Silence reigned for a second, until the echo of bodies falling, viscera falling to the ground, and blood gushing in rivers filled the air.

Rize opened her eyes, satisfied.

“That was just a warm-up.”

Vany gritted her teeth. Her eyes glowed like embers.

“Then let’s take this to the end!”

The competition escalated in fury.

Vany ran through the crowd, her fists bursting heads like ripe fruit. Each punch of hers killed not just one beast, but ten, twenty, fifty, as the impact reverberated like seismic waves that transformed the terrain into pure chaos. Creatures were flung into the air in pieces, their bones crumbling to dust before they even hit the ground.

Meanwhile, Rize moved with the precision of an assassin. Her webs multiplied, whipping in symphonies of pain. One blow uprooted columns, another beheaded creatures in a row, another immobilized giant monsters, then crushed them into cocoons that exploded under pressure, spraying fluids and flesh everywhere. She didn’t run—she danced. A ballet of lethal destruction.

The field became a sea of blood. The creatures roared, but each roar was cut short by a snap of web or a punch that made the air scream. The sky, once red, was now painted in black and crimson splatters.

From afar, Vergil watched in absolute silence. His eyes followed every movement, every impact, every strategy. Titania sighed, massaging her temple.

“Those two will destroy the world just to get his attention.”

Zuri bit her lip, her gaze glued to the massacre. “They seem… happy. As if it were… natural.”

Vergil didn’t respond. But his lips curved in a barely perceptible smile.

The massacre continued for hours.

Vany smashed a winged beast into the ground, creating a hole the size of a small lake. Before others could approach, she swung her fist and slammed it into the ground again, unleashing waves that shattered every bone in the monsters within a hundred meters.

“THIS SPOT IS MINE!” she screamed, laughing as blood ran down her face.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rize countered, launching three wires that embedded themselves in the exposed brains of nearby creatures. With one yank, she ripped off their skulls, leaving their bodies to crumble like broken dolls.

Each time one tried to outdo the other, the massacre escalated.

When Vanny created earthquakes, Rize responded by creating storms of web blades.

When Rize silently tore through hordes, Vanny responded by crushing giant monsters in a single blow, scattering them like crimson rain.

When one smiled in victory, the other was already preparing something even more devastating.

And so, the pile of corpses grew until it became a mountain. The smell of blood permeated the air, so thick it seemed suffocating. The ground was a carpet of flesh, bones, and viscera. And yet, the two did not stop.

Finally, silence fell.

Not because the competition was over, but because there was nothing left to kill.

The two warriors were panting, covered in blood and sweat, their bodies glistening in the red light of the sky. Vanny smiled, her fists still trembling, eager for more. Rize slowly rotated her wrists, gathering the bloodstained threads as if she were straightening her dress.

They looked up, looking at Vergil.

He stood motionless, watching.

That alone was enough to make their hearts race.

Who had won the praise?

Vany ran her hand over her blood-stained face, flashing a wide, almost feral grin.

“So, boss… see?” she raised her fist, still dripping with blood. “One hundred points for me, at least!”

Rize, with her venomous calm, gathered the threads of web slowly, but her eyes shone with anticipation.

“There’s no comparison. My efficiency was greater. Every move resulted in multiple deaths. It’s obvious who deserves your praise.”

The two waited. The wind blew. The silence stretched until it was unbearable.

Then, finally, Vergil spoke.

His voice was cold, sharp as a blade… “You two… were disappointing.”