An epic battle erupted across the battlefield as Leon closed the distance with the three-headed wolf.
His holy-infused blade carved through the air, leaving trails of golden-white light in its wake. The first head lunged with jaws wide, black flas dripping like venom from its fangs. Leon’s sword t it cleanly, severing through bone and sinew in a single fluid motion.
The head tumbled through the air, black fire dissipating as it fell.
The remaining two heads shrieked in unison, a sound that made the air itself vibrate. The black flas intensified around the beast’s body, forming a swirling vortex of shadow and heat.
Deadly. But my holy energy is holding strong against it.
Leon pressed forward without hesitation. His holy energy ford a protective barrier around his body, the divine power pushing back against the corrupting black flas wherever they tried to cling. The two forces clashed constantly—light against darkness, purity against corruption—and the holy energy refused to yield.
The second head struck like a serpent, impossibly fast. Leon twisted mid-air, his enhanced agility making the movent seem effortless. His blade traced an arc of light, and the second head separated from the massive body with a spray of dark blood that hissed and stead against his holy armor.
Two down. One remaining.
The final head opened its jaws impossibly wide, and a concentrated beam of black fire erupted toward Leon—thicker and more intense than before, fueled by the beast’s desperation.
Leon didn’t dodge. Instead, he channeled more holy energy into his blade until it blazed like a miniature sun, then cleaved directly through the incoming attack. The beam split apart around his sword, harmless streams dissipating into the air on either side.
He closed the final distance in a blink.
His blade pierced through the center of the head’s skull, then swept horizontally, completing the execution. The third head fell, and the massive wolf’s body collapsed, its black flas flickering and dying like extinguished candles.
Done.
The entire fight had lasted less than two minutes.
anwhile, across the battlefield, Leon’s clone was performing extraordinarily. It wielded no physical weapon—instead, pure mana crystallized and shaped itself into a sword-like form in its hand. The blade wasn’t solid like Leon’s epic-ranked weapon, but it pulsed with deadly potential.
The weapon was a mixture of multiple rank 4 auras and rank 3 auras blended together—fire, water, ice, lightning, earth, wind, and other elents all compressed and layered. Each strike released cascading elental reactions. A slash would freeze, then shatter, then electrocute simultaneously.
Whether it could surpass Leon’s holy-infused epic blade in direct conflict remained untested, but the destructive capability was undeniable.
The clone moved through clusters of monsters with brutal efficiency. A wide sweep incinerated a dozen beasts simultaneously. A thrust forward impaled three creatures in a line, ice spreading from the wound and freezing them solid before they could even scream.
Thousands of beasts fell to the clone alone. It was everywhere at once—protecting overwheld warriors, eliminating threats before they could reach injured Pyrrhans, clearing entire sections of the battlefield with sweeping attacks.
After Leon finished his Archon-ranked wolf, he imdiately shifted targets. Half a minute later, Archon Vyrra finally brought down her opponent—the massive humanoid beast collapsing with a final roar that shook the ground.
During that thirty-second window, Leon had already killed over a hundred additional monsters. He deliberately targeted Sage-rank creatures—the most dangerous threats after the Archons. His blade moved in continuous motion, each strike claiming a life, his speed making it impossible for enemies to react or defend.
Archon Vyrra’s gaze flickered toward his glowing figure for just a millisecond during the chaos. What she witnessed was beyond her imagination—he was slaughtering monsters like they were vegetables, cutting them down every fraction of a second with casual precision.
This power... It’s grown exponentially since yesterday, it’s beyond my expectations...
She also noticed the second Leon fighting in the distance. That duplicate was no weak imitation either—it demonstrated incredible combat prowess, easily matching or exceeding any warrior in her clan except herself.
So sort of new skill. Probably from that Hydra skill stone, I gave him.
She felt a montary pang—perhaps she’d missed a rare opportunity by not keeping that skill for herself, if she had known what skill it would give, she wouldn’t have made the sa decision, but it seems it was his fate.
And watching it work so effectively in his hands, she couldn’t regret the decision. He was using it far better than she likely could have.
That clone alone is many tis stronger than Korvek.
She wondered briefly what her protective brother-in-law might be feeling, witnessing this overwhelming display from the outsider who’d claid his daughter’s affections.
The clone was also healing injured warriors with remarkable speed. Groups of ten or more wounded Pyrrhans would be surrounded by green life energy simultaneously, their injuries closing, broken bones nding, bringing them back to fighting condition within seconds.
The amount of mana that the duplicate possessed and could manipulate was staggering.
Archon Vyrra joined the fray, systematically finishing off the remaining monsters with ruthless efficiency.
The entire battle concluded in approximately fifteen minutes from start to finish.
Thousands upon thousands of monster corpses lay scattered across the battlefield, their blood soaking into the red stone. The tallic scent of it mixed with burned flesh and ozone from lightning attacks hung thick in the air.
The Pyrrhan warriors stood breathless, chests heaving, many leaning on weapons for support. Sweat dripped from their faces despite the oppressive heat they were accustod to. The battle had been intensely brutal.
Most eyes were locked on their new unit leader—the glowing golden figure who seed to exist in two places simultaneously. There was profound reverence in those stares, mixed with awe and gratitude.
He alone turned the tide of this battle. If he hadn’t arrived when he did, this would have been catastrophic.
However, the atmosphere wasn’t entirely heroic. In several unit formations, the mood was distinctly solemn. Warriors knelt beside fallen comrades, heads bowed. There had been casualties—not many compared to the alternative, but each loss weighed heavily on the survivors.
After the battle officially ended, Leon sought out Ira. She’d been fighting independently throughout the engagent, holding her assigned position without backup.
She had wounds scattered across her arms and torso—slash marks from claws, burn marks from elental attacks. None were imdiately life-threatening, but they were painful and bleeding steadily.
Leon approached and, with just a simple ntal command, channeled life elental energy directly into her body. The green glow enveloped her for two seconds, and every injury sealed itself completely. Torn flesh knit back together. Burns faded to healthy red skin. She was restored to full recovery instantly.
Through their shared consciousness, he simultaneously relayed a command to his clone: heal anyone with injuries, prioritize the critical cases first.
The ntal communication still felt strange to Leon—experiencing sensations and mories from two locations at once. Everything the clone did happened of his own will, which ant it was him. Those actions and experiences fed back directly into his mind as his own mories in real-ti.
It’ll take more ti to fully adjust to being two simultaneously.
Ira was looking at him with clear reverence now, the sa expression most other Pyrrhans wore. She’d witnessed what he’d accomplished during that battle—the impossible speed, the overwhelming power, the casual dominance.
Leon knew they could leave the battlefield now. He decided to do just that.
"Let’s head back to the arena."
Ira imdiately questioned, her practical nature surfacing: "Shouldn’t we harvest the monsters we’ve killed first? Our unit is responsible for that work."
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