My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible-Chapter 422: Killing A Vice Master

The two Vice-Masters moved together in synchronicity. They didn’t charge recklessly like the Elders had. Instead, they circled, their spiritual pressure building like gathering storm clouds.

The one on the left was a woman with silver hair bound in intricate braids, with a sharp and angular face like a hunting bird. She raised both hands, and the air around her began to shimmer.

"Collapsing Star."

The technique manifested as a sphere of absolute darkness that appeared directly above Liam, pulling everything toward it with gravitational force that made the ground beneath his feet crack and buckle. Stone fragments, debris from the destroyed courtyard, even the air itself bent toward that impossible point of compressed space.

Liam felt the pull trying to drag him upward, his exosuit’s systems struggling against the intense gravitational field. The lightning serpent coiling above him began to destabilize, its form stretching toward the dark sphere.

The second Vice-Master, a man whose face was hidden behind a silver mask carved with intricate patterns, thrust both palms forward.

The next moment, a line of distorted space shot toward Liam, like it was cutting through reality itself. Where it passed, the world seemed to split, creating a razor-thin wound in existence that would bisect anything it touched.

Liam grinned, his pulse quickening with genuine excitement.

He swung the flame-wrapped Blade of Tiamat upward, cutting through the gravitational pull of the Collapsing Star technique. The legendary weapon carved through the distorted space, and white flame erupted outward, devouring the compressed energy. The dark sphere flickered, its pull weakening as the Essence Refining Flame consumed the spiritual foundation holding it together.

But the Severing Void was already upon him.

Liam twisted, his exosuit’s enhanced reflexes allowing him to move with impossible speed. The spatial cut passed inches from his torso, close enough that he felt reality itself screaming as it was torn. The technique continued past him, striking the compound wall behind and simply erasing a perfectly straight line through stone, wood, and everything else in its path.

The lightning serpent, freed from the gravitational pull, struck downward at the masked Vice-Master. Fifty feet of crackling electricity descended like divine judgment, jaws wide, with beautiful colors blazing in its eyes.

The masked man’s hands blurred through seals. "Reflecting Boundary."

A barrier of crystalline energy formed around him, with each facet perfectly angled. The lightning serpent’s jaws closed on the barrier, and the technique’s power was reflected, redirected, sent back toward Liam with doubled force.

Liam’s eyes widened as his own technique hurtled toward him. He raised his left hand, and the Essence Refining Flame exploded outward, meeting the reflected lightning in mid-air. White fire and hybrid electricity clashed in a detonation that shook the entire compound, windows shattering throughout the district, the pressure wave flattening what remained of the courtyard walls.

When the light cleared, both Vice-Masters were already attacking again.

The silver-haired woman formed new seals, moving with practiced efficiency. "Devouring Maw."

The ground beneath Liam’s feet suddenly opened, a massive mouth of pure spiritual energy forming from nowhere, its teeth each the size of a man, all pointing inward, all designed to shred and consume. The mouth snapped shut like a bear trap, and Liam found himself inside, darkness surrounding him, spiritual teeth grinding against his exosuit’s protective field.

Outside, the masked Vice-Master didn’t waste the opening. His hands moved through a complex series of seals. "Annihilation Lance."

A spear of condensed spiritual energy materialized, so dense it warped the air around it, and he hurled it toward where the Devouring Maw technique held Liam trapped.

Inside the Maw, Liam analyzed the technique with his Dao Array Eyes even as the teeth tried to breach his defenses.

The next moment, his hands moved through seals, copying and improving the technique. But instead of creating another Devouring Maw, he inverted it.

"Consuming Bloom," he said, and the darkness around him exploded outward in a cascade of iridescent petals that tore through the spiritual teeth from the inside. The technique collapsed, and Liam emerged wreathed in his modified petals just as the Annihilation Lance arrived.

The lance struck his petal barrier and began to bore through, its concentrated power forcing its way forward inch by inch. Liam raised the Blade of Tiamat and swung, the flame-wrapped weapon meeting the lance’s tip.

The collision created a shockwave that carved a trench through the courtyard, both techniques struggling against each other, neither giving ground. For a few seconds, they were locked in a stalemate, then Liam’s blade cut through, bisecting the lance and causing both halves to explode in bursts of spiritual energy.

He emerged from the detonation, his exosuit scorched but intact, blood trickling from his nose where the impact’s force had caused minor internal damage. But his smile never wavered.

"Good! More!" he called out, genuine appreciation in his voice.

The Vice-Masters exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Then they moved in perfect synchronization, their spiritual pressures merging, combining, amplifying each other.

The silver-haired woman raised her hands to the sky.

Above the compound, the air itself began to burn. Meteors of pure spiritual energy materialized, dozens of them, each one blazing with destructive force. They began to fall like divine punishment, targeting not just Liam but the entire courtyard, leaving no room to dodge.

Simultaneously, the masked man slammed his palm to the ground.

The earth responded, as massive spikes of crystallized spiritual energy erupting upward, each one sharp enough to pierce through reinforced steel, positioned to impale Liam from below while the meteors struck from above.

Trapped between descending cataclysm and rising devastation.

Liam’s hands became a blur, forming seals faster than the eye could follow. He copied both techniques simultaneously, merged them, improved them with his unique energy.

Instantly, the meteors falling toward him suddenly changed trajectory, curving through impossible angles as Liam’s modified technique seized control. The rising spikes twisted, their crystalline forms reshaping under his influence. Meteors and spikes met each other with catastrophic force, each meteor he redirected destroying multiple spikes, the explosive collisions creating a sphere of devastation around him.

But controlling both techniques simultaneously while under their assault was pushing him to his limits. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with the blood from his nose. His exosuit’s protective field flickered, strained beyond its normal parameters.

A meteor broke through his defense, clipping his shoulder. The impact spun him, and a spike grazed his thigh, tearing through the exosuit and drawing blood. Pain lanced through him, sharp and real.

And his smile widened further.

The Vice-Masters pressed their advantage. They moved as one, closing the distance while Liam was still recovering, their techniques flowing seamlessly from one to the next.

The woman’s hands formed seals and a pulse of sonic energy so intense it was visible as ripples in the air struck Liam’s chest. His exosuit absorbed most of the impact, but the force still drove him backward, his feet carving trenches in the stone.

The echo bounced off the compound walls and struck him again from behind, then from the sides, the technique multiplying, each echo as powerful as the first.

The masked man appeared at Liam’s side, his speed transcending normal movement. His palm glowed with condensed energy.

The attack was simple, direct, devastating. It connected with Liam’s ribs, and even through the exosuit’s protection, he felt something crack. The force lifted him off his feet and sent him crashing through the compound wall, stone exploding around him as he tumbled across the street beyond.

Liam pushed himself up, his helmet dematerialised and he coughed blood, his ribs grinding with every breath. His exosuit was in a critical condition. His left shoulder throbbed where the meteor had struck, his thigh burned where the spike had cut.

And he laughed, the sound carrying clearly across the destroyed courtyard.

"Magnificent! You’re actually making me work for it!" he called out, genuine joy in his voice despite the pain he was feeling.

He raised the Blade of Tiamat, white flame burning brighter, fed by his excitement. His other hand formed seals, and the iridescent petals that had dispersed earlier reformed, hundreds of them, swirling around him like a protective storm.

The Vice-Masters emerged from the compound, their breathing heavier than before. They had burned spiritual energy at unsustainable rates to maintain their assault. But they can’t stop, nor give him time to recover.

They attacked in tandem again, their techniques complementing each other with perfection.

The battle raged on, techniques clashing with techniques, the compound slowly being reduced to rubble around them.

Liam copied everything they threw at him, improved it, threw it back, but they adapted just as quickly, their decades of experience showing in how they countered his counters.

His exosuit took more damage. Another meteor got through, this one striking his back. A spatial cut grazed his arm, leaving a line of blood. His ribs protested with every movement, his breathing becoming labored.

But he never stopped smiling, never stopped pressing forward, never stopped matching them technique for technique.

The silver-haired woman formed seals, her hands trembling with exhaustion. "Final Judgment."

A pillar of pure destructive energy descended from the sky, targeting Liam with pinpoint accuracy. The technique carried enough force to obliterate everything in a hundred-meter radius.

The masked man thrust his palms forward, spiritual energy flooding his final technique. "Absolute Severance."

Multiple cuts in space formed around Liam, a cage of spatial wounds that would cut anything inside into pieces too small to survive.

Liam raised the flame-wrapped Blade of Tiamat, his other hand forming the final seals for his copied and improved version of their combined assault. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The three techniques met in the center of the destroyed courtyard, and reality itself screamed.

The explosion was apocalyptic. The remaining compound buildings simply ceased to exist, reduced to less than dust. The shockwave flattened everything within two hundred meters, creating a perfect circle of devastation.

When the light cleared and the dust began to settle, three figures remained standing.

Liam’s exosuit was shattered, pieces of it falling away to reveal bloodied flesh beneath. His left arm hung useless, his ribs were definitely broken, and blood ran freely from dozens of cuts. But he stood, the Blade of Tiamat still held in his right hand, white flame still burning.

The Vice-Masters faced him, their robes torn, their faces showing exhaustion, their spiritual reserves nearly depleted. They had given everything, pushed themselves to the absolute limit.

And they knew it still wasn’t enough.

They charged together, pooling what little spiritual energy remained for one final desperate assault.

Liam met their charge, his body screaming in protest, his smile never wavering despite the agony. The Blade of Tiamat swept forward, white flame trailing behind its edge.

The silver-haired woman was faster, her technique forming first. But exhaustion made her movements a fraction slower than before. The masked man tried to cover her, his spatial cut forming a barrier.

But a fraction of a second was all Liam needed.

The flame-wrapped blade slipped through the spatial cut, the Essence Refining Flame devouring the technique’s power. The legendary weapon’s edge found its mark, driving into the woman’s chest, through her heart.

Her eyes went wide. Blood bubbled from her lips.

And the white flame engulfed her.

She had time for one scream before the Essence Refining Flame consumed her completely, spiritual energy, flesh, bone, everything refined to nothing within seconds. The flame burned so hot, so pure, that even her final technique collapsed, the spiritual energy she’d been gathering simply ceasing to exist.

Liam pulled the blade free, white flame still wrapping its length, and turned his attention to the masked Vice-Master.

The man stood alone now, his companion gone, his spiritual energy nearly depleted, his body trembling with exhaustion.

But his hands were already forming seals for one final technique, determination overriding exhaustion, refusing to surrender even in the face of inevitable death.

Liam’s smile became something almost respectful as he raised the Blade of Tiamat and began to walk forward, each step deliberate despite his injuries.

The final confrontation was beginning.