"Show me where that confidence of yours comes from!"
SLAAAAAAASH!!!
With a single swing ...
Frey’s blade carved through a vast stretch of space—
Unleashing a violent wave of dark aura.
Amon barely evaded the attack at full speed—
Then immediately launched a counterattack.
His fist moved at an insane velocity .
Employing that same strange strike of absolute speed.
His hand became nearly invisible .
Coated in a peculiar, transparent aura .
A direct blow aimed straight at Frey’s heart.
It was a strike that had felled countless powerful enemies before.
But today .
Something unexpected happened.
Amon’s fist never reached its target.
Because the target stopped it.
Before the eyes of the Host of the Nightmare ...
Filled with unmistakable shock—
Frey caught Amon’s fist with a single hand.
Effortlessly.
The collision sent a violent shockwave of aura bursting outward ..
But Amon couldn’t make Frey retreat even a single step.
Frey had blocked it . By flooding his arm with overwhelming black-hole aura and soulfire .
And thanks to the Eyes of the Void ...
He had clearly perceived the trajectory of that instantaneous strike.
Gripping Amon’s fist .
Frey’s gaze darkened.
"You..."
"I had my suspicions, but..."
"You’re weaker than Thanatos."
Pulling him closer—
Frey sealed off all escape paths with a violent surge of aura .
Then thrust his blade forward without hesitation.
The Dark Sister pierced through Amon’s chest and burst out from his back .
Releasing a roaring beam of aura that shook the sky.
Blood exploded from Amon’s body ...
As he thrashed violently, trying to break free.
But Frey gave him no chance.
Instead ...
He poured even more black-hole aura into Amon’s body ..
Forcing it to the brink of exploding from within.
Slowly—
Frey leaned in, bringing his face close to Amon’s ear , As the latter struggled desperately.
"I possess a world-breaking ability."
"One that allows me to grow stronger every time I face someone more powerful than me."
"But that ability..."
"Isn’t working right now."
"Do you know why?"
Frey’s face darkened—
Twisting into something terrifying.
"Because you’re weaker than me."
"Much weaker."
Slowly—
Frey pulled the Dark Sister out of Amon’s chest ... Then raised it high into the air.
"If you’re this weak..."
"Where do you find the audacity to look down on me with pity?!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Frey brought the blade down .
Shattering the very space .
Sending Amon crashing away.
The demon fell into the sea of blue flames .
Rolling within a horrifying crater .
A massive hole torn through his chest .
His arms severed after attempting to block Frey’s final strike.
But his opponent gave him no time to breathe .
Because Frey was already behind him.
Amon barely regained himself .
Regenerating his arms .
Gritting his teeth as he unleashed his full power.
"Transparent Domain!!!"
In an instant ... An invisible field spread around them .
Enveloping Frey completely.
Blindingly fast strikes began raining down from all directions .
Targeting every part of Frey’s body.
Frey clenched his teeth ...
That same terrifying expression carved onto his face.
The Dark Sister moved through Frey’s hand at a monstrous speed, to the point where it seemed as if he possessed thousands of arms instead of just two.
Without taking a single step—
Frey parried every incoming strike, every attack launched by the invisible domain.
The aura surrounding his body resembled a stellar force, fused with a strange, dark violet flame.
An overwhelming pressure ...
Beyond comprehension.
Frey, at this moment, stood in the third stage of the SSS rank.
He wielded a body that had awakened the original essence of the race of Krat.
He possessed eight world-breaking abilities.
A deep understanding of most fundamental laws.
Direct guidance from a monster known as Nameless.
And on top of all that ...
The immortal soul of Thanatos, granting him limitless power.
Against him—
Amon, despite having reached the sixth stage of the same rank, and wielding an extraordinary ability like the Transparent Domain...
The difference between them ..
Was absolute.
"If you fear death, Amon... then don’t."
Frey raised his free hand, summoning the Shadow Bolt spear, lifting it toward the sky.
Black lightning began to gather around it.
A violent storm spread outward .
Covering an area equal to an entire continent.
A power befitting the strongest within the Shadow Sect.
"It will only be your body that dies."
"Your soul... will be imprisoned for eternity."
"Soul Prison."
Like a launcher—
Frey’s arm fired the spear toward Amon with terrifying force.
Amon didn’t even perceive the weapon.
All he saw ... Was a violent surge of black lightning crashing into him, obliterating everything in its path.
The spear tore through Amon’s left side ...
Erasing it completely .
His blood scattering into the sea of fire and water below.
Half of the demon’s body ... Gone.
And Frey had no intention of stopping.
He closed the distance instantly .
A vortex of aura spinning around his blade.
"You will die here, Amon."
"Show me your power."
"Show me that so-called world-breaking ability you boast about."
"Use it."
"Because if you don’t..."
"This fight is already over."
SLAAASH!!
Flesh tore.
Dark blood scattered.
Demonic entrails spilled into the inferno—
As Frey cleaved his opponent vertically, splitting him cleanly into two halves in a horrifying display that no one else witnessed.
The dark arc released from his blade tore through space itself .
Destroying everything in its path.
It was a killing strike.
One that could have slain any demon, given its sheer power.
Amon’s body split in half .
Each side crashing into the sea of blue flames before Frey’s eyes.
But the battle was not over.
Frey understood that clearly.
The blue flames vanished ...
And soon after ...
Amon’s body reformed once more, as if reconstructed through an unnatural regeneration.
Frey saw it clearly.
He knew his opponent would not fall easily.
But he had no intention of dragging this out.
He knew Snow would not defeat Maskith.
Even if he killed Amon, the war would not end.
So he chose speed.
He wanted to force everything out of him ...
To make him reveal his secrets—
To end him along with that hidden world-breaking ability.
But Amon still hadn’t used it.
And Frey’s patience...
Was beginning to wear thin.
Amon’s condition was miserable.
Yet despite that ... He suddenly burst into laughter.
Loud, unrestrained laughter.
Despite his pitiful state.
He laughed...
And laughed...
Until blood spilled from his mouth.
"Why the rush... Frey Starlight?" Amon laughed again, coughing up blood, yet still smiling.
"The battle has only just begun !"
Frey smiled in return.
"You’re right."
The very next second ...
A pillar of black darkness descended—
Crushing Amon’s body.
Frey unleashed waves of aura explosions above the demon, obliterating him again and again, a terrifying smile etched across his face.
"Let’s see how long you can keep stalling, Host of the Nightmare."
"Unlike you..."
"I intend to kill you."
The battle was slowly ...
Turning into something else entirely.
A one-sided slaughter.