Several dragon heads suddenly appeared at Turing's fingertips, shooting out at lightning speed as Turing's fingers pressed against Beezelbub's forehead.
Resembling sparks from a handheld firework, these restless electric sparks intertwined from Turing's hands, weaving into countless manic flames and thunderstorms, carrying an unparalleled momentum as they rolled towards Beezelbub.
Just like a dagger stealing fire from the gods, the dragon heads glided across Beezelbub's skull, knocking her head to the side.
"Come again... Ultimate Element!"
Seeing Beezelbub seemingly injured by the fire dragons, Turing did not dare to be overconfident. She quickly raised her other hand, lifting it high and thrusting it towards Beezelbub's neck.
Glimmering sparks at Turing's fingertips swiftly transformed into a raging sea of fire.
Countless dragon shadows lurked within that sea of fire behind Turing, their heads peeking out. Their eyes emitted a fierce light, as if coveting the life or death of their opponent.
"You think... you can kill me with just that?"
A fox claw suddenly appeared, almost tearing through the limits of space and accurately seizing Turing's hand that wielded the Ultimate Element, making it impossible to advance any further.
While Beezelbub's neck had cracked from the impact, it slowly turned back towards Turing. After a few crackling bone sounds, her neck had miraculously returned to its original state.
However, Turing noticed a long gash on her forehead.
Although this wound quickly healed for Beezelbub, it was the first time Turing had truly managed to harm her.
"Damn it... can't be possible?"
"Why is she so... tough!?"
"Why is she so resilient? How could there be material in this world that possesses such extreme hardness and resilience?"
"You have the will to fight, but lack the courage to put your opponent in a deadly position."
"You don't understand true combat... Turing, you are still too inexperienced."
Beezelbub's tone carried a hint of annoyance, clearly indicating that she had not faced such a formidable opponent in a long time, nor had she been subjected to such harm.
The battle with Turing reminded her of the ruthless carnage in the laboratory in the past.
"We are both weapons, but there are still discrepancies between weapons."
"With your rudimentary combat skills, like a slingshot shooting pebbles at the village gate..."
"Even if there were ten thousand of you, it would not be enough to match my atomic bomb, enough to level mountains and rivers!!!"
Turning her body like a spinning top, Beezelbub kicked out fiercely towards Turing.
But this strike was evaded by Turing with a backdrop maneuver.
Just as a startled Turing was about to counterattack, Beezelbub's next kick was already on its way.
It was a high roundhouse kick that seemed to pierce through heaven and earth.
Turing's entire head, including the skull, brain matter, and various miscellaneous innards, were all obliterated into a bloody mist by this earth-shattering kick.
However, while Turing's head was gone, her body did not retreat but instead swiftly closed in on Beezelbub, sprouting dozens of tentacles from behind, intending to execute a stranglehold on Beezelbub.
Turing hoped to avoid direct confrontation with Beezelbub by employing this tactic.
However, Beezelbub's two powerful fox claws acted like the muzzles of a Gatling gun, precise in slicing through and crushing each tentacle in mid-air, leaving no room for escape.
Vibrant flames erupted from the hollow space of Turing's neck as her head instantly regenerated, lowering to sink its teeth into Beezelbub's vulnerable chest.
Reacting swiftly, Beezelbub shifted slightly backwards, avoiding the fate of having her towering chest bitten off by Turing.
But this slight movement caused Beezelbub to lose focus.
Dozens of tentacles surged out from behind Turing, looping around Beezelbub's back and binding her up like a mummy.
Seeing this, Beezelbub shot out several Incandescent Spirals towards Turing's body, aiming to disrupt the stranglehold.
However, no matter how swiftly Turing's tentacles grew, they were precisely severed, crushed, or burst in mid-air, rendering Beezelbub unable to hit Turing directly.
Or rather, if Beezelbub wanted to strike Turing, she might very well strike herself too.
"What an impudent brat..."
"Rays of the end descend!"
Several serpentine fire rings, shining with dazzling radiance like a crown, emerged from behind Beezelbub, illuminating her like a mythical angel.
They continued to wind around every corner of Beezelbub's body. Pressured by the terrifying heat, Turing eventually had to revert to her original form and retreat from Beezelbub's skin.
"...My magic power has actually reached its limit."
"Damn it."
"Could Theresa's sister's magic power really be squandered so easily?"
The lengthy and intense battle left Turing looking somewhat pale. But the most exhausting part of the battle was yet to come.
"Don't daydream!"
Beezelbub lunged forward, tightening her abdomen and breathing in, then delivered a round claw strike from behind that rapidly accelerated to her chest, viciously unleashing an upward claw-shaped punch.
Turing tried to retreat, but found that the fiery ring behind Beezelbub had floated to her own rear, blocking all avenues of escape.
Helpless, Turing raised her twin swords and pressed them down towards Beezelbub's raised fox claws, attempting to intercept Beezelbub's attack.
The fox claws, reaching temperatures of over ten thousand degrees Celsius, ruthlessly struck the blades of the black and white swords.
With an unpleasant melting sound and the jarring sound of metal breaking, the black and white swords each bore a crack under the unbearable stress.
"What... how could this happen?"
"Even the black and white swords...?"
Turing disengaged, gritting her teeth, exerting all her strength to kick Beezelbub in the abdomen and forcefully extricating herself from the rays of the end.
The scorching flames of incalculable temperature instantly incinerated all the outer skin and muscles of Turing's body. They turned Turing into charcoal, hurling her high above from the heavens like a charred stone.
Seeing this, Beezelbub showed no mercy. Crushing the roaring storm under her feet, she tore through the turmoil and plummeted down alongside Turing.
"Embrace your fate, you wretched girl."
Forming her fingers into claws, Beezelbub held one hand behind her back, seemingly gripping something.
A vast spiral of energy, covering the sky like a massive fiery sun, silently descended from Beezelbub.
"Grand Flame Spiral."
A colossal fireball, as vast as the sea, incessantly emanated from Beezelbub, instantly blanketing the entire sky.
Beezelbub held the boundless fireball, flying closer to Turing and making a throwing motion.
In mid-air, the weakened Turing opened her eyes—The boundless fireball embedded in the endless crimson sky resembled the eye of a dispassionate god gazing down at her.
