Chapter 162: Acheron vs. Zephyro
At the center of the battlefield, Zephyro's fighting style was pure, primal violence! Every strike he unleashed carried the resolve to incinerate everything!
Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of blades clashing roared like heavenly thunder!
"Satisfying!" Zephyro's laughter came from beneath the white cloth. "This is what fighting is all about!" His swordplay was simple and direct, every strike at full power!
Acheron's swordplay was equally simple, blocking and counter-attacking with precise timing. Purple sword gleams and white flames intertwined, tearing the earth and evaporating glaciers!
"Can't see… can't see at all!" Seele's eyes widened, the speed of the two figures surpassing the limits of mortal vision.
Suddenly, Zephyro's aura surged wildly! All the white flames around him poured back into his blade, becoming as dazzling as a newborn star. "Take my… final strike!" he roared, transforming into a white meteor piercing through heaven and earth!
Facing this all-in strike, Acheron's eyes finally became serious. She slowly closed them. In an instant, the entire world fell into silence. All sound was completely "erased." All existence and non-existence seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, converging onto the slender blade in her hand.
"I weep for..." she whispered softly, as if chanting a final elegy. "—the departed."
One slash, unleashed.
Time stood still. White and purple abruptly converged at a single point.
Crack—!!!
Space, at the point of their clash, completely shattered! A pitch-black void appeared, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly outwards. Behind that void was not the starry sky, but a true void where even concepts did not exist!
The two figures crossed paths. Acheron stood with her back to her enemy, sheathing her katana. The void that devoured everything slowly closed as her blade returned to its sheath.
Zephyro, maintaining his charging posture, froze rigidly in mid-air. A crack appeared on his face, a mark where his very "existence" had been erased. "Ha... haha..." he let out a low, satisfied laugh. "Satisfying... this is... the end I sought..."
The next moment, his body broke into two halves along the ethereal crack. The white flames completely extinguished.
The land fell into a deathly silence.
"Orion... he actually defeated that incredibly exaggerated guy?!" March 7th was the first to break the silence.
"That was no longer… a human battle," Gepard said, only pure awe in his eyes.
On the battlefield, a mask shimmered faintly on Acheron's face, and a clear crack suddenly appeared on it. The time for the act was over. She took off the mask, and the purple figure began to change, reverting back to the black-haired young man.
"Amazing..." a voice sounded as Asat Pramad reformed from the broken remains of "Zephyro." He was still in his spotless white suit, but his lazy posture seemed a bit strained. The fatal blow "Zephyro" had endured had also left an internal injury on his true body.
"Well then... the last one for today." He snapped his fingers. The dice spun wildly above him and stopped. His figure began to change again. The roar of machinery sounded as his body became a steel construct. When the transformation was complete, what appeared was an entity entirely composed of precise machinery.
"That is...?" Orion was surprised.
A synthesized, mechanical voice came from the head of the automaton, with a hint of surprise that even Asat Pramad himself felt. "This time it's... Emperor Rubert?"
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