Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Both attacks raged , locked in a fierce struggle.

For a moment, it looked like they were evenly matched, each vying to extinguished each other.

But then, Angela plucked her harp again, and everything changed in an instant.

The tornadoes, unable to withstand the force of the second sound wave, began to falter and disintegrate.

With a deafening roar, they collapsed in on themselves, dissipating into nothingness.

Bynum remained calm, his expression unbothered even in the face of Angela\'s counterattack.

He knew that in a battle against a true Demon Lord, such a display of power would likely not be sufficient to secure victory.

But it was enough to buy them some time.

Without waiting for her to launch another attack, Bynum and Nekola raised their swords high into the air.

As they drew in a deep breath, their chests expanded from holding in the intense pressure, causing their swords to hum .

"Storm Falcon, Breathing Technique, Wind Slicer! ,"

"Storm Falcon, Breathing Technique, Wind Slicer!,"

The duo shouted, bringing their swords in a downward slash.

This time, instead of a tornado, a concentrated giant blade of wind surged from their blades, cutting through the air .

This technique was a much more powerful version of Wind Slash.

In comparison , this attack was much faster and deadlier.

Each Wind Slice, spanning about 70 feet in length, sliced through the air with a force capable of effortlessly cutting a building in half. .

The sheer speed and power of the blade created a visible trail as it raced toward Angela.

Angela saw this and couldn\'t help but find it amusing.

To her, it looked like a pitiful attempt to mimic one of her sisters attack .

"Angel Cry, Triple String," she muttered, plucking the harp three times in quick succession.

Each pluck created a sound wave with different waves, each moving at a different momentum.

When the first wave hit the Wind Slicer, it seemed like the attack might dissipate.

However, as the second and third waves caught up, an interesting reaction occurred.

BOOOOOM!

The three waves magnified each other, creating a violent explosion in the air.

But it still fell within the hunters\' calculations.

Using this opportunity, the dark-skinned hunter suddenly vanished from his spot and reappeared in front of Angela. Despite his large build, he moved really fast.

This wasn\'t just due to his own ability—Nekola had used a wind technique to boost his comrade\'s speed. Their coordination was seamless, so much so that even Angela hadn\'t seen it coming.

"Titan Ape, Breathing Technique, Primal Smasher," he roared, bringing his massive katana down with a powerful swing, aiming directly for Angela\'s head.

She observed the sheer power behind the attack and realized it posed a bit of threat, even to her.

With a quick flap of her wings, she dodged it .

However, this was something the hunters had also predicted.

Nekola and Bynum vanished from their spots, reappearing in a coordinated attack to intercept her.

Angela, still holding her harp, quickly plucked the strings to retaliate.

Being a long-distance fighter, she found herself at a disadvantage in such close quarters.

Maintaining her distance, she dodged their strikes with aerial maneuvers, simultaneously launching her own counterattacks, forcing them to defend themselves.

But with each passing moment, the pressure mounted as the hunters continued their coordinated attacks by using the buildings as spring board to maintain flight.

This what makes humans scary: they compensate for their lack of individual power through cooperation and strategy.

Unlike angels and demons, who rely solely on individual strength, human combat techniques are the result of extensive research and hard work.

So what if humans weren\'t born physically stronger?

So what if they were considered the weaker life form, relegated to the bottom of the food chain among intelligent beings?

These were just the limitations imposed on them by their biology.

But despite these challenges, humans refused to be defined by them.

They pushed past boundaries, defied expectations, and forged their own path to success.

Through innovation, determination, and sheer willpower, they proved time and again that strength isn\'t just measured by muscle or innate ability but by the power of the human will.

"Don\'t underestimate humans!" Bynum roared, his voice echoing with defiance as he hit Angela\'s harp sending her flying and clashing into one of the buildings.

"Now," he ordered, and he and Nekola launched another joint attack.

"Storm Falcon, Breathing Technique, Storm Wind Vortex!" they roared in unison, unleashing a swirling ball of wind with immense force.

As the vortex spun with ferocity, the Fourth Hunter seized the opportunity, adding his own attack to the mix.

"Fire Drake, Breathing Technique, Inferno Burst!" Giant Orange flames erupted from his blade, merging with the wind vortex.

The combination created a blazing vortex that lit up the entire city in an orange hue, a testament to the devastating power of their combined assault.

The hot whirlwind of fire roared to life, expanding rapidly and making Angela appear like a tiny speck against its immense size

The combined attack surged forward with terrifying speed and temperature, a testament to the hunters\' synchronized power.

As the scorching vortex barreled toward her, she gently touched her harp, a smirk playing on her lips.

"It\'s time to end this childish play," she sneered in contempt.

All this time, she had been holding back, using only 30% of her true ability to prolong the fight.

The harp glowed golden, its strings humming with anticipation as if eager to unleash the full extent of its power.

"I will show you all the true power of the divine" she taunted, her voice ringing out clearly over the incoming attack.

With a graceful motion, she strummed the harp using both hands, sending a powerful wave of golden energy through the air.

BOOOOOM!

The energy clashed against the giant vortex of fire, creating a spectacular explosion that shook the surrounding blocks of the city to their very foundations.

The intense heat scorched the ground and air, leaving it charred and smoking.

Everything was engulfed in a blinding light as the clash of powers reached its peak.

The hunters waited atop the building, their stances still on guard .

As the chaos subsided, they squinted their eyes, peering towards the building where Angela had stood just moments ago.

They were eager to assess the damage they had inflicted to her, though they knew expecting her death was wishful thinking.

"Buaahhh!" Angela knelt on the ground, vomiting blood after she received a fatal blow.

"What happened?" Bynum\'s confusion was visible as he stared at the gaping hole in Angela\'s chest. It was so clean, it looked like a laser had pierced straight through her.

Meanwhile, Angela gritted her teeth in frustration as she attempted to use her ability to regenerate herself.

She hadn\'t anticipated another party joining the fray and attacking her from behind.

But as she attempted to heal herself, she realized that her divine power was ineffective against the wound.

It was as if some mysterious force was preventing her from regenerating her injuries

"Death Energy!" she exclaimed, shock evident in her voice as she examined the wound.