"Not bad," R chuckled. "Now let's see how much punishnt you can endure. This isn't like last ti... I'm going for the kill."
The mont R raised his hand, the world snapped.
Air cracked like glass under pressure, and then—movent.
Fast.
Too fast.
Both vanished from sight, the only sign of their clash a shockwave that split the sky.
BOOOOOOOM!
The ground below shattered, chunks of earth and bone launching into the air like debris from an explosion.
Asher reappeared first—mid-air, arms crossed, spinning as a dozen elental swords burst from behind him in a tight spiral.
Flas, ice, lightning, and stone all twisted together into a controlled barrage.
R t it head-on.
He didn't dodge.
Instead, he drove through the storm of blades, each one hit his skin, burst, dissolved—but only slowed him slightly.
Cracks of light and shadow burst with every contact.
When he reached Asher, he thrust a fist forward—raw, condensed force erupting from his hand.
Asher didn't flinch. A radiant barrier unfolded in front of him—silent, gold-etched, layered with runes.
The Law of Absolute Protection activated without command. It was reality bending itself to keep him safe.
R's punch connected.
The mont it touched the barrier, the space bent.
But the barrier didn't crack.
Instead, the energy dispersed along its surface, absorbed without recoil.
R blinked.
Then smiled faintly.
So he hit harder.
Then again. Then faster.
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
Each strike was more powerful, with rupturing force that unmade anything else it touched.
The air died around him. Bones lted. The ground below began to cave in under the pressure.
The barrier remained.
But it rippled now. A faint shimr at the edges, like heat waves on the verge of collapse.
"Are you really going to just let hit it?" R warned, throwing another punch. "It's going to break sooner or later."
Asher moved through it. Not escaping—positioning.
Every step left behind a line of radiant glyphs that hovered in the air, forming a cage of protection.
Not around himself—but around the battlefield.
A containnt zone. R's power wouldn't spread any farther.
"My turn!"
Asher launched elental lances—blades of lights fired from behind the glyphs.
R pivoted mid-air. He raised a hand, and a spiral of Divine Chains erged from his palm, spinning fast enough to slice through most attacks.
"I will beat you with my magic." Asher muttered, lifting both hands.
Twelve circles spun into place around him, each one glowing with celestial symbols and pulsing with layered energy.
A beat passed—then they all fired at once, unleashing a force strong enough to flatten an adult titan in a single strike.
R's eyes narrowed, and he was forced to dodged.
Then the blast hit the horizon.
A soundless eruption swallowed the air.
Light surged out in all directions—white, gold, and searing blue—followed by a wave of force that tore through the land like a divine storm.
Mountains of bones behind R broke apart. Then vanished like dust.
The shockwave hit next. It warped the sky and wiped out everything across a hundred miles.
R stared at the aftermath.
For the first ti in ages, he felt it—pressure. Real danger.
Asher didn't wield the Law of Destruction but his magic alone was enough to kill even a being like him.
R's jaw tensed.
His mind flashed back to his battle against a void-born being that nearly ended him.
That fight had left scars not on his body, but on his pride despite being victorious.
And now… Asher stood at that sa level.
"That look in your eyes!" R smiled. "Are you trying to say you're on the sa level as the ones I've fought before?"
"I don't care who you've fought before… I'm beating you here, and I'm walking out of this place!"
"Good answer!" R clenched his fist before his aura erupted.
Every trace of energy within him—Divine, Negative, chaotic elental energy, void and more—surged outward all at once, no longer layered, no longer controlled.
They fused together into one storm of solidified chaos.
Colors twisted and collapsed into each other as the fabric of space warped around his fist. Everything bent toward it—light, color, even sound.
By the ti it ford, his fist wasn't black. It was emptiness. A void that swallowed all light.
Asher's blinding aura held steady in the distance, but even it began to flicker slightly—acknowledging the force that now faced it.
He muttered another series of incantations.
Thousands upon thousands of magic circles ignited into existence, filling the air above and around him.
Each one etched with a different rune, a different elent, a different purpose.
Asher knew.
Defense alone wouldn't be enough anymore.
SWOOOOSH!
R blurred again—now behind Asher.
Spinning runes surged into place a split second before the blackened fist tore through them.
BOOOOM!
The shield cracked. Then shattered.
His fist now dangerously close to Asher's jaw
But just as R closed in, the magic circles surrounding them activated—and spewed dozens of glowing chains made of woven light.
They shot forward, coiling around R's limbs, waist, even his neck, dragging him mid-air like chains trying to leash a storm.
R snarled as he resisted—but the bind held for just long enough.
Asher used the opening.
He blinked back, a flash of golden light trailing behind.
Mid-flight, he clenched both fists.
The radiant shield around him began to shrink, collapsing inward, no longer surrounding the field—but wrapping tightly around his body like an armor.
One clean shot from R's fist of pure destruction could end the battle.
The difference in power ca from ti and experienced.
He had only awakened the Law of Absolute Protection monts ago. It was still taking shape with every second.
But R had trained his Law to the limit.
Refined it across endless years and battles, until it answered his will without hesitation.
The fact that Asher was still standing could be considered a feat on its own.
'I can't lose here. I need to get out of this place... save Index... get back to my wives.'
Golden light surged from his body, brighter, hotter—his eyes burning like suns.
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