The Supreme Satanic System

In the midst of the intense close combat clash between Olivia and Monk Mahavira, the monk, now transformed into a Buddha Avatar with Ten Thousand Hands, commenced utilizing all his appendages. Unfazed by the unfolding confrontation, Damien observed from the ground, his eyes shimmering with a golden radiance, a testament to his use of the Devil's Eye Ocular Technique, capturing even the minutest details of the battle.

As Mahavira called upon more of his multitude of hands, Olivia's agility soared, deftly blocking and mounting calculated counterattacks. Proficiency in the art of Mahavira's flexible ten thousand hands began to manifest in Olivia's movements. Seizing this opportunity, she delivered a counterstrike, a resounding kick to Mahavira's chest. The impact sent the heavily built monk soaring into the air, with Olivia relentlessly exploiting the opening to unleash a series of rapid kicks upon his upper body. Just as she prepared to land a potentially fatal blow to his prominent nose, the situation took an unexpected turn.

Five monks, previously unnoticed, materialized around Damien, issuing a dire threat: "Halt or we shall claim your beloved's head as a prized offering for our Almighty Buddha!"

Olivia abruptly ceased her assault, pivoting her attention towards the monks. One of them extended a hand menacingly toward Damien. Meanwhile, a nondescript black katana manifested in Damien's grasp, its blade swiftly executing the Dragon Beheading Strike. Yet, to his dismay, the sword failed to leave even a dent in the monk's palm. In response, Damien activated his Lightning Cannon Technique, unlocking the floodgates of his dantian region as an immense surge of lightning chi surged through his being. Murmuring the words "Fusion Ninja Lightning Step," he harnessed the technique's power.

At that very moment, one of the monks seized Damien's shoulder and, with a sudden and explosive pop, revealed itself as a lightning clone left behind by Damien's deft application of the Lightning Step skill. As the monks frantically searched for Damien, he had vanished entirely, replaced by a dazzling bolt of lightning. "Where has the rascal gone?"

Observing this, Olivia couldn't help but smile, her admiration for Damien growing. As a Purple Ranker, he displayed an uncanny ability to evade capture, seemingly tricking five formidable Platinum Rankers. Even Olivia remained uncertain of his whereabouts. However, her smile soon faded, replaced by a stern frown. "How dare you attempt to lay hands on my man? All of you shall meet your demise!" she proclaimed. Her hands rose, and two black daggers materialized, each poised within her palms. Her temperament underwent a sharp transformation, and her eyes radiated with a piercing cyan light.

Damien, who had been observing Olivia's transformation, muttered quietly to himself, "Huh! Those cyan eyes are eerily reminiscent of the Lunar Goddess. Is there a connection between them?"

Olivia advanced steadily, step by step, toward the five monks, her demeanor composed and unwavering. She addressed them with a tone of authority, "Listen, insignificant beings! I have sworn never to unleash this power again, except when my very life is at stake. Yet, the reckless actions you've just taken have sent an eerie shiver down my spine, a sensation I haven't felt in a long time. I'm left wondering why I'm experiencing this fear." After a brief pause, she continued, "I have found my answer. That man belongs to me, as I belong to him. After our union, he and I are indivisible. Threatening him is akin to threatening me, thus it does not violate my heavenly oath. So consider this your reckoning, and meet your fate as nourishment for our mother earth."

As Olivia invoked her pair of ebony daggers, an overwhelming surge of power washed over her, a sensation reminiscent of the formidable Arhat Mujai Lama. Monk Mahavira's apprehension was palpable as he muttered to himself, "This overwhelming aura... it's akin to what I sensed from Arhat Mujai Lama. This is dire!" He urgently warned his companions, "Flee for your lives! Run!" In a hurried attempt to escape the impending danger, he too bolted from the scene, putting as much distance as possible between himself and Olivia.

But Olivia's swift and merciless response left them with no escape. With a single horizontal slash through the air, her black dagger unleashed a long, sinuous cyan energy whip that lashed across the backs of all five monks. In an instant, they crumbled into a mound of decaying matter, their remnants scattered across the ground. Olivia then turned her attention to the distant speck that was Monk Mahavira, suspended in the sky. With a long-distance spatial leap, she launched another slashing motion, directing the cyan energy whip toward him. Just as it neared its target, a miniature golden pagoda materialized seemingly out of thin air, intercepting the strike and successfully blocking it. However, the residual force within the whip sent the pagoda hurtling away, striking Monk Mahavira's back and eliciting a pained cry as a crimson mist erupted from his mouth.

A lanky monk appeared abruptly in the air, catching both the pagoda and Monk Mahavira with remarkable dexterity. In a serene tone, he greeted Olivia, "Amitabha, peace be with you, Miss Olivia Quinelly. You have already shed enough blood today. Let us bring this confrontation to a close. As a token of sparing his life, I offer you this exquisite 24 Karat Shadow Stone." Retrieving a red crystalline stone, roughly the size of an ostrich egg, he tossed it toward Olivia.

Olivia caught the stone, her eyes shimmering with fascination as they fixated upon the brilliant red gem. Damien, who had mysteriously appeared by her side, stepped forward. "It's yours," Olivia declared, passing the stone to him, before addressing Arhat Mujai Lama, "I genuinely appreciate your gift. Our feud ends here."

The moment Damien held the stone, the Satanic System within his mental palace pulsed with an intensity like never before. His desire for more was insatiable. He cried out, "Stop!" in a tone that prompted the two monks who were attempting to flee to halt and turn back. "I believed I had paid enough for our escapades."

Damien responded with a wry smile, "She may have, but not I. Recall, your bald companion destroyed my boat." He pointed to the remnants of his vessel still floating upon the river's surface.

"Very well, name your price," Arhat Mujai Lama responded with patience.