Naless expanded his power just slightly.
A small radius ford around him ... no more than a few ters at most.
It seed insignificant.
Almost trivial.
But Agaroth knew imdiately—
It was anything but.
The attacks arrived in the next instant.
Overwhelming strikes, enough to erase him from existence.
Yet the mont they touched the Domain—
They unraveled.
Completely.
The world-breaking attacks shattered apart as if they had never existed.
ThencThey reford.
Redirected.
This ti striking one of Agaroth's many copies surrounding him.
It happened once.
Then again.
And again.
Every ti a ranged attack entered the Domain, it was dismantled… and turned against the King's own forces.
That was how the distant attacks were handled.
As for the physical ones—
Not a single strike touched Naless.
When Agaroth attempted to cut him down, the mont his dark blades entered the Domain, Naless' body moved automatically.
Perfect evasion.
Or perfect defense—whenever evasion was impossible.
And at the sa ti—
He attacked.
Agaroth understood imdiately what Naless had done.
What that Domain truly represented.
"Four… no, five."
A terrifying smile spread across his face, reflecting both excitent and bloodlust.
The Demon King was beginning to imrse himself in the battle.
Naless' King's Domain was one of the most powerful tools in his arsenal.
A technique that fused five world-breaking abilities at once.
The fifth phase of Shadow Adaptation.
The Void—to determine all paths.
The third phase—to control aura within the Domain and reduce consumption to zero.
The first phase—to adapt to incoming attacks, allowing them to be analyzed and dismantled.
The fourth and sixth phases—to generate an overwhelming aura, forming a Domain that could neither be broken nor bypassed.
A perfect fusion.
A transcendent ability, born beneath the banner of Shadow Adaptation.
But using such power ca at a cost.
The souls within Naless' body burned at a terrifying rate.
So fast… that many were extinguished completely, vanishing without return.
Fortunately—
The immortal soul of Thanatos remained.
Providing an endless supply of soul-fire.
Naless sustained all of this…
While still maintaining the manipulation of life and death upon Earth.
This was control on another level entirely.
A level Even the King had never reached.
"I always knew… you were the only one—"
Agaroth stepped through the King's Domain, colliding with Naless without the slightest hesitation, utterly unfazed by the terrifying ability surrounding him.
"You're the only one capable of astonishing these eyes… eyes that have grown weary of this dull, insignificant material world!"
He thrust forward with his dark, blazing weapon.
Naless barely managed to deflect it.
Between Agaroth's black blade and Naless' gray one, sparks burst into existence.
But they were no ordinary sparks—white, star-like fragnts, drifting like cosmic dust.
As if ghosts were dancing within a stage of chaos.
Naless' void eyes flooded his mind with overwhelming data.
A great warrior, facing Agaroth, his countless copies, and his world-breaking abilities all at once.
He broke free from a siege that would have killed others hundreds of tis over.
The Pursuer continued to push him further.
Higher.
His aura output surged violently, forcing Agaroth to escalate his own power in response.
And the battle raged on.
An endless battle… or so it seed.
Because in reality—
Barely five minutes had passed.
Yet within those five minutes, the two exchanged an imasurable number of world-breaking strikes.
Agaroth stood to the right ... uninjured, as every wound inflicted upon him vanished instantly.
Naless stood to the left, steam rising violently from his body.
A burning vapor, as if his aura itself had beco a nuclear reactor on the verge of ltdown.
And aside from the two of them—
Nothing else remained.
Naless had dismantled every world-breaking ability.
Redirected them.
Destroyed every copy of Agaroth before his very eyes.
Such a feat was only possible…
Because the opponent was Naless.
And no one else.
A monster remains a monster—
No matter what.
And Agaroth understood that better than anyone.
"This is pointless," the King muttered, shaking his head as he slowly drew his aura back into his body.
"Unless I use the Purifier against you… you'll survive almost anything."
"Even in your incomplete state."
Naless narrowed his gaze slightly.
Sothing had changed.
The flow of aura within Agaroth's body had shifted completely—into sothing he had never seen before.
"I've always lost to you in duels," Agaroth continued calmly.
"No matter how many sword talents I devoured… I could never defeat you with the blade."
"So this ti…"
"I prepared sothing different."
"Sothing made… specifically for you."
Agaroth's expression darkened.
His teeth showed in a twisted grin, forcing Naless to take a step back, fully on guard.
And then—
It was revealed.
The King's body ignited with a pitch-black aura.
His shadows crawled across him, reshaping him.
His long black cloak vanished.
And in its place ... Agaroth stood in an entirely different form.
Larger.
His body clad in a black armor fused to his skin, engraved with dark patterns no one could comprehend.
The armor covered him entirely.
Extending over his mouth and nose—
Leaving only his crimson red eyes and long black hair visible.
Everything else… was consud by the armor.
From his arms, crimson blades extended.
Two from his hands.
Two from his elbows.
A form made for dueling.
And nothing else.
The Yaksha Form.
"Try to endure for as long as you can," Agaroth said, his voice cold, echoing from behind the mask.
"I'm not skilled enough… to fully restrain this form's power."
He raised one of the bladed arms.
And in an instant—
The blade extended.
Like a tallic beam, slicing through everything in its path.
Naless evaded by a hair's breadth.
The blade continued endlessly… before snapping back to its original size, as if nothing had happened.
Agaroth struck again.
A horizontal slash.
The crimson blade extended once more.
This was no sword strike.
It was sothing else entirely.
Naless barely avoided it again.
But the moon beneath him was not as fortunate.
The blade extended—
And carved through it.
Splitting a massive portion apart.
Naless countered.
He struck Agaroth.
The King blocked with one of his blades, then twisted his body at an impossible angle, striking from Naless' blind spot.
Naless turned instantly.
He blocked.
But dozens of strikes followed imdiately, forcing him backward.
The two clashed at an ever-increasing speed.
Each exchange faster than the last.
Naless was still as skilled as ever.
But the difference between past and present…
Was that Agaroth could now match him with the blade.
No—
He surpassed him.
Driving him back.
Naless expanded the King's Domain, attempting to track and respond more effectively.
But the King's speed in this form transcended all limits.
Even the void eyes struggled ... pushed to their absolute limit just to keep up.
The crimson blades carved into Naless' body again and again.
And there was no regeneration.
Those blades were forged by fusing multiple world-breaking abilities.
An unbreakable tal.
The battle had completely shifted.
The mont Agaroth released that form.
And seeing it—
Naless began to wonder.
If this was rely one of the cards Agaroth had hidden…
Then how many more remained?
How many weapons had he yet to reveal?
Was there truly a limit… to his power?
The King was enjoying himself.
Completely.
There was no sign of threat.
He did not feel his life was in danger… not even for a mont.
And that realization—
Crushed any remaining chance of victory.
As they exchanged blows, Naless understood this more clearly than anything else.
'I know… I cannot defeat him.'
The thought echoed within his mind.
Frey—lost within the darkness—heard it clearly.
'But I have no choice… but to fight.'
Within Naless' grasp—
Countless souls remained trapped.
The souls of the dead, bound by his manipulation of life and death.
'If I fall… they will all die.'
'So I have no choice… but to endure until the end.'
Did he have a plan?
No.
Was there any chance of victory?
No.
That was what the void eyes showed him.
And yet—
The current of fate continued.
And no one could predict its end.
Naless kept fighting.
At the sa ti, searching.
For a way to turn the tide.
For a way out of the impossible.
The pressure was overwhelming.
Crushing.
And yet—
He fought. Until the very end.
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