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With a flash, Emytheus' wings disappeared, 12 arcs of silver light curving through the air to bine with these 12 swords.
These 12 swords were the pinnacle creations of his Ancestor Haphaestus. Today, he would use them to kill the greatest enemy he had ever faced.
The swords expanded outward violently, being hundreds of meters long in an instant.
"Ha!"
Emytheus roared, his body shooting forward to meet Dyon's as his sword clashed with the vajra body's palms.
It was a clash that seemed to suck all of the sound and air out of the world. However, unlike in previous times, the two didn't destroy the world around them.
Dyon's crown radiated out fiercely, taking control of the world and containing their power. Now Dyon could fight to his heart's content.
As Emytheus' strength increased, so did Dyon's. A battle of improvement shook the skies, each fighting with their prides and lives on the line. As much as Emytheus didn't want to lay down and accept defeat, Dyon's resolve was just as tall.
It was no longer a simple battle of strength. It was one of wills.
Dyon's body glistened with illusory white flames for a moment before being enveloped by a sea of white, black and gold. His chaos flame, his purity flames, his golden arcs of lightning… Each subconsciously fused with his motions, being one with his attacks.
Dyon couldn't fully understand this. He had already severed his Daos, yet these three elements seemed more powerful than ever. It was as though his Daos had actually restrained their power, as though they were never meant to be prehended as Daos to begin with.
Emytheus' blades seemed to be an extension of him. Even though they were clashing with Dyon's vajra body, his own palm strikes were inexplicably sharp. Even while meeting Dyon's Reaper with flesh and bone, the nicks and chips continued.
There were many times where Dyon wanted to switch Reaper out, to protect his partner's body. However, he could feel a fierce unwillingness emitting from Reaper. It wanted to fight, it wanted to fight even if it meant it would bee nothing more than a useless scrap of metal after today.
Countless thunderous strikes shook the skies. But it was slowly being apparent that Dyon was too much to handle.
The more strength Emytheus brought out, the more Dyon unleashed. As though he was the lead in a long-distance race, Dyon continuously pushed the pace, suppressing Emytheus to the point where he couldn't breathe.
Emytheus couldn't understand it. However, he retaliated with a tenacious grit. Digging deep into reserves he didn't know his body had, he pushed back, the flurry of attacks unleashed by his 12 blades increasing with each passing moment.
'Ancestor Athena's Wisdom…'
Emytheus' gaze glowed, his mind reinforcing itself several times over as his improvement speed quickened all the more.
He saw the world in different shades. Suddenly, the unexplainable became clear and the impossible entered an arm's reach.
His mind flowed freely, all of his worries dissipating at he focused on the battle at hand. He entered a selfless state of selfless states, one Dyon couldn't even have touched before his Dao Heart reached its current unprecedented level.
A tenacious grit empowered him. He wanted to prove Dyon wrong, he wanted look his disdain in the face and sneer back with an undying confidence.
In the past, he looked down on everything and didn't care for fame. Even when Dyon's name shook the mortal planes, he ignored it, believing himself to be superior in every way.
But… On this day, he wanted the mortal plane to know his name. He wanted them to know that it was he, Emytheus Olympus, who struck Dyon Sacharro down. He was the man who toppled this Emperor of the Cosmos, this Immortal of Immortals, this God above the skies.
Dyon's movements synced with his vajra body. An unprecedented power coursing through his veins.
As his vajra body pulled qi, he too subdued this qi. As his vajra body conjured seas of flames and skies of lightning, he too manifested fires and unleashed thunderous streaks of gold.
His fist slammed into Emytheus' chest even as Emytheus' palm struck against his own.
His scythe hooked around Emytheus' head, pulling backing viciously as he used the momentum of Emytheus' own palm strike against him.
Emytheus' gaze flashed, the laws of the mortal plane distorting. Suddenly, his neck, which had just been before Dyon's scythe, suddenly appeared behind it, causing Dyon's attempt to miss pletely.
Dyon didn't miss a beat, his scythe suddenly vanishing to appear in his still outstretched left hand, cutting off Emytheus' path to retreat.
A surge of aura erupted from Emytheus' body. He circulated the abilities of his Ancestor Demeter, a barrier of thick qi appearing around him that deflected Dyon's sudden strike.
Blood flew from the lips of both young men. They paused for barely a split moment before they charged toward one another once more.
A flurry of exchanges erupted, but the cycle seemed to be endless. Dyon would force Emytheus into a defensive position, only for Emytheus to dig deep into his reserves, wringing his talent dry and pushing himself past his limits.
Both were relentless in their pursuits, but Dyon's soul strength seemed to be endless.
It was unknown when, but Emytheus ceased using his Ancestor Apollo's ability to heal himself fully. As long as he could keep going, it was enough. Whether it was torn muscle or shattered bone, he would only spare the effort to heal them partially as he poured his everything into his bat strength.
It was then it happened. With a sudden clang Reaper's blade was sliced in half.
Though Dyon felt a pain in his heart as he heard Reaper's scream echo through his mind, he could only send his partner into what remained of his inner world, continuing to unleash his attacks in a rain of fists and knees.
Emytheus' gaze brightened. He had known that Dyon's Reaper wouldn't last for much longer. With it gone, a good portion of his fundamental runes had bee useless.
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