Mark's expression shifted from amusent to cold focus as he decided to show Max the depth of authority a crownbearer truly possessed. He extended a single finger toward the horizon and the world answered with terror.
Far away, beyond sight, the crust of the planet began to peel apart as if reality itself were being unzipped. Entire regions were folded inward and compressed into a singular point of absolute density, then hurled toward Max as a collapsing world core. This attack was not fire or lightning or force but inevitability given shape, a condensed fate ant to end everything it touched.
As it traveled, ti around it slowed and bent, and even concepts like distance began to lose aning. Max responded by anchoring space around himself with his fifth level concept of space and then swinging his sword with the full authority of the Concept of Severing Sword.
The blade did not clash with the world core but cut through its destined outco, splitting the attack into two harmless streams of dissolving reality that vanished before touching him.
Mark did not pause even for a breath. He raised his crown high and spoke a word that was not sound but command, and the sky answered by turning inside out. Stars appeared in the daylight and each star burned with divine authority rather than light.
One by one they fell, not as teors but as divine judgnts that erased the air around them and rewrote the terrain they struck. Where one star landed, existence ceased for a brief mont before violently reasserting itself in a twisted form. Max t this catastrophe by releasing his fifth level concepts together in harmony.
Lightning tore upward to et the falling stars and split them apart while black flas devoured their divine essence and ice froze the shockwaves they created, preventing them from spreading. Even so, the sheer scale of the attack caused the world to quake violently, and cracks spread across the distant land despite Max's efforts to contain the damage.
Seeing that raw devastation alone would not overwhelm his opponent, Mark changed tactics entirely. His gaze sharpened and the divine power of the crown flowed inward instead of outward. In an instant, the world around Max began to forget him.
The air no longer recognized his presence, the ground refused to support his weight, and even causality tried to erase the connection between Max and the mont he existed in. This was a god's erasure, an attack that did not destroy the body but removed the right to exist.
Max felt the pressure imdiately as his artificial soul strained under the assault, yet his eyes remained calm. He invoked the Concept of Severing Sword at its absolute limit and swung not at Mark but at himself, severing the collapsing chain of causality that sought to unmake him.
'I can sever the causalities from Mark's attacks but can I severed the connection between him and the crown for even one bit?' Max thought as he kept fighting.
Space shuddered violently as the erasure failed, and Max reasserted his existence with sheer will, standing firm as the world reluctantly acknowledged him once more.
Mark laughed again, though this ti there was a hint of disbelief beneath it. He stomped his foot and the heartbeat of the world responded. From the depths of the planet rose titanic pillars ford of divine authority, each one representing a fundantal law of the world such as growth, decay, order and destruction.
These pillars did not strike Max directly but instead began rotating around him, forming a divine prison that crushed inward with the weight of the world's own rules. Max countered by expanding his spatial domain to its limit and releasing waves of severing intent that sliced through the pillars' foundations.
Each cut caused a law to scream and collapse, and the prison shattered violently, sending fragnts of broken authority scattering across the sealed battlefield.
With every exchange, it beca clear that Mark's attacks were not rely powerful but godlike in nature, each one a different expression of absolute dominion over the world.
At the sa ti, Max's defenses and counters proved just as terrifying, as his fifth level concepts allowed him to deny godhood itself. Their battle no longer resembled a fight between two beings but rather a clash between the will of the world and the defiance of a single mortal who refused to kneel.
For several minutes the battle continued in a brutal rhythm where neither side gained a clear advantage. Max kept Mark occupied by constantly shifting between offense and defense, forcing him to respond again and again while preventing him from gathering montum.
Sotis Max pressed forward with relentless sword strikes that carved through space itself, while at other tis he anchored himself and shattered Mark's godlike attacks with precise counters.
The sealed world shook without pause as shockwaves rolled endlessly across the land, and even with Max's spatial laws holding the world together, deep fractures ford in reality that refused to fully close.
Mark appeared dominant to any observer, his divine power overflowing without restraint, yet Max never retreated and never faltered, his movents calm and deliberate as if he were waiting for sothing rather than struggling to survive.
Then Max's eyes sharpened, and in that instant Lucien could feel that sothing had changed. The chaotic exchange ceased as Max vanished from where he stood and reappeared directly before Mark without warning, so close that the divine aura of the crown pressed down like a mountain. There was no buildup, no combination of elents, no overwhelming display of power.
Max raised his sword and released only a single law, the pure fifth level Concept of Severing Sword, refined and condensed to its absolute limit. His voice was calm as he spoke the na of the technique. "One Sword. All Conquered." It was the sa move he had used before, the sa stance, the sa trajectory.
Mark laughed instinctively as he raised his hand to block it just as he had done every ti before.
That laugh died instantly.
The sword passed through Mark's hand as if it were mist, severing not flesh but the very authority that made his body immortal. The cut did not stop there. The blade continued forward without resistance, slicing through his arm, his torso, and his divine core in one continuous motion. There was no explosion, no clash, no shockwave.
This was the strongest attack Max had used so far.
Mark's body simply separated cleanly into two halves, drifting apart in the air as the space between them scread under the weight of what had just occurred. For the first ti since regaining his full power, Mark's expression froze in genuine shock, his eyes wide as he stared at his own divided form.
Yet he did not die.
As expected of an immortal crownbearer, divine power surged violently from the crown as the two halves of his body were pulled back together by sheer authority.
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