Seeing Revona finally release her full strength, Max understood that there was no longer any room for hesitation. Without a word, he reached out and drew his sword, choosing the blade he had wielded long before this confrontation rather than the Dragonheart Sword.
He was fully aware that the mont that sword appeared, the two clan heads would intervene without hesitation, and this was a battle he intended to finish on his own terms. The instant the sword left its sheath, his aura shifted, becoming sharper and colder, as though even the air around him had sensed the change.
Max began circulating his high saint tier cultivation art, the Primordial Elents Scripture, pushing it to the sixth layer without restraint. A powerful surge of mana poured out from his body, rolling across the arena like an invisible tide.
Although he still stood at the Divine Rank and could only wield mana rather than Divine Essence, the density and purity of the energy he released were far beyond what ordinary Divine Rank cultivators could achieve. The ground beneath his feet trembled lightly as his presence stabilized, solid and unyielding.
"Let us settle this battle in one move," Revona said, her voice calm as she stood cloaked in black flas, her form radiating a terrifying pressure that pressed down on the entire arena.
"I am in for it," Max replied with a smile that carried neither recklessness nor arrogance, only certainty.
"Good," Revona answered, returning the smile as the black flas around her began to shift and transform. The dark fire condensed and reshaped itself with terrifying elegance, forming a massive black flaming phoenix with Revona at its core.
The mont the transformation completed, the phoenix surged forward, tearing through the air as it flew toward Max, leaving behind a blazing trail of black flas that scorched space itself.
The instant Max felt the pressure of that attack, his expression turned solemn. He could sense it clearly. If he were touched by that black flaming phoenix even for a mont, defeat would be inevitable. The danger it carried was absolute, far beyond anything she had shown before. In that mont, Max made his decision.
He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he let go of everything. The stakes of the battle, the eyes watching him, the consequences of victory or defeat, all of it faded away as though they had never existed.
His emotions drained from him completely, leaving behind a state of perfect stillness. Fear vanished. Excitent vanished. Even the instinct to struggle or resist disappeared. What remained was an emotionless clarity, a state he could enter as easily as breathing, where his mind and body beca nothing more than instrunts of execution.
Max stepped forward and assud his sword stance, his grip steady and precise. He activated the high saint tier sword art, the Void Severing Sword Scripture, and in that emotionless state, he invoked its third move.
"Thousands Star Severing."
In that instant, Max swung his sword.
There was no blinding flash and no deafening explosion. The slash moved silently, yet it carried a depth that seed to cut through layers of reality itself. Countless star like fragnts of void intent burst forth from the blade, converging into a single, absolute line of destruction.
The incoming black flaming phoenix was cleaved apart at its center, split cleanly into two halves that dispersed into fading embers before they could even reach him.
The void infused sword slash did not stop there. It continued onward without losing montum, striking Revona directly. The impact was instantaneous and overwhelming. Her body was blasted backward, slamming violently into the wall of the battle arena once again, the force of the strike broke the wall completely sending rubbles flying in all directions.
As the echoes faded, Max stood where he was, sword lowered, his expression still devoid of emotion. For that brief mont, he was no longer a participant in a battle, but an executioner who had severed everything in his path without hesitation or rcy.
The Void Severing Star Scripture contained only three moves in total, each one more terrifying than the last. The first was Star Severing Sword, a technique ant to cut through power and intent with precise void authority.
The second was Hundred Star Severing Sword, where the void intent multiplied and layered upon itself, capable of overwhelming even powerful opponents.
The final move was Thousand Star Severing Sword, a technique that represented the peak of the scripture, where countless strands of void intent rged into a single absolute severance that cared nothing for defense, distance, or form.
What Max had just unleashed was precisely this final move, the ultimate expression of the Void Severing Star Scripture.
As Revona's body slamd into the wall of the battle arena and fell into the rubble below, a heavy silence descended upon the entire arena. No one spoke. No one moved. The spectators could still feel the lingering pressure of that sword strike, as if the void itself had brushed past them.
It was clear to everyone present that the battle had not ended because of exhaustion or prolonged struggle. It had ended because a single sword move had decided everything. Max's sword attack was simply too overwhelming, far beyond what anyone had anticipated.
"The winner of this battle is Max," Lady Virelia announced soon after, her voice calm yet carrying undeniable weight as it echoed through the silent arena.
"Revona!" Clan Head Raven shouted anxiously as she rushed toward the section of the arena where Revona had crashed. She arrived in an instant and knelt beside her, finding Revona unconscious amid shattered stone and scattered debris.
Without hesitation, she began channeling the healing power of her Dark Phoenix Bloodline, warm black flas mixed with restorative energy flowing into Revona's body as she stabilized her condition.
Raising her head sharply, Clan Head Raven glared at Max with fury blazing in her eyes. "You beast! Could you not have gone easy on her?" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger and concern.
Max, still imrsed in his emotionless state, looked at her with cold, empty eyes and replied in a flat tone. "I did go easy on her. Otherwise, you would have found her in two pieces."
The words struck harder than any shout. Clan Head Raven froze, shock washing over her face as she stared into Max's gaze. There was no arrogance there, no malice, and no satisfaction. There was nothing at all.
In that mont, she felt an inexplicable chill, because the Max standing before her was nothing like the sharp, clever youth who had negotiated conditions and spoken calmly just monts earlier. This Max felt like an entirely different existence, detached and frighteningly ruthless.
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