The Almighty Ring

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As the battle waged on between Bison and the three leaders, the contrast between the winner and loser could be seen.
Bison had been fighting with everything he had, not holding anything back, hence, he was practically running on fumes.
Two hours into fighting, Bison was panting for breath.
The surging energy that swirled around him was no more.

“Stop resisting.
You are going to die.
Might as well make it painless!” Rufus laughed as he spoke.
Respect was no longer offered to his dying foe, and from where he stood, Bison was no longer a threat to him or anyone else.

“Painless? Thank you for being so kind! Don’t expect that sort of treatment from me!” Bison roared.

At that moment, his fading energy made a comeback, returning to him with a huge surge.
Bison’s combat level rose through the roof, breaking past ten million.

“F*ck! How is he still standing?!” Abel flinched and groaned.
As an Alderaanian, mind-controlling weaker life forms was his bread and butter.
Just when he thought he could finally slip into the mind of the battered Bison, he was surprised with a sudden flow of power.

“Do not be fooled by his tricks.
No matter how strong he is now, he will soon be powerless! Get together or we will die!” Rufus barked.
The old veteran was a keen strategist, and he knew how to spot victory as well as defeat.
At that point, the only way to get through the battle was to band together or give up entirely.

Just as Rufus finished his sentence, Bison came up to him with an explosive supersonic punch, landing it on his face.
Once the strongest of the three enemies was sent flying, Bison selected the weakest of them all, grabbing Abel’s throat.

“The lucky one to die with me! Congratulations, Abel!” Bison laughed menacingly as he declared.

Being held by the throat and having his larynx squeezed, Abel could only focus solely on trying to breathe.
Even with over 9,000,000 combat level, Abel was unable to overpower Bison’s brute strength.
Physically, it was impossible because Abel was of regular human size while Bison was at least twice that.

Bison lifted Abel up with relative ease and held his neck with his right hand, wrapping both of Abel’s legs easily with his left hand.

“S-Save m-me!” Abel squeezed his voice through his throat and pleaded for help as he gazed helplessly at his two comrades.
Lo and behold, the phrase “no honor amongst thieves” held strong.
Both Rufus and T’syai turned away from the helpless Abel.

Bison was at his last breath right then, and even though he was exploding with strength, it was his last burst.
T’syai and Rufus had no need to push themselves to kill Bison as it was only a matter of time before Bison himself would die.
That being said, if they did, they could easily save Abel.
Unfortunately, not a single leader viewed the other as a comrade, merely enemies during a parley.

Moreover, if Bison killed Abel, T’syai and Rufus would have one less person to share their loot! Both T’syai and Rufus could split Bison’s, Jiang Fei’s, and additionally, Abel’s fortune.
How could they say no to an offer to have one less share?

“Forget it! You are all alike! Not a single one of you would shed blood for another! Fear not, Abel! You may be the first to die but I shall join you shortly!” Bison laughed.

The grip of his hands grew stronger by the second, and the fear reflected in his hollowed eyes grew more intense.

“Heh!” Bison smirked and exerted a little more force.

Blood, like rain, sprayed out from Abel’s severed body when Bison tore him slowly to inflict as much pain as possible.

Biki! Biki! Biki!

Bones from his spine to his limbs broke apart.
His muscles tore from their sockets and ligaments before completely snapping off.

As his throat and larynx were completely held shut, Abel’s screams, albeit muffled, could be heard even from a mile away

“This is goodbye, traitor…” Bison said as he exerted the final twist.

Abel, the strongest fighter on his own respective planet, did not even manage to use his strongest ability.
He was rendered useless from extreme laceration, blood loss, internal mutilation, and well, from being twisted apart like a common washcloth.
He was still not dead, not yet anyway.

To finish him off completely, Bison spew white-blue flames, the hottest he could spew, and burned Abel’s remains.
That way, Abel would die even if he sacrificed all of his power to regenerate.

Once his death was confirmed, Bison let out a long sigh.
At the same time, the surging power around him died down.
This time, permanently.
His combat level dropped to only 5,000,000.
At his current state, Bison was only another common soldier.
He could stand out amongst others but never on the same level as the leaders of the settlements.

His fate was then sealed.

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