The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2321 A new master of Asura Form

Fortunately for Bradly, the strike failed to disembowel him or crush his internal organs, though it effortlessly shattered his Guard and sent him flying into the distance. He tumbled across the terrain for dozens of meters, his body carving a shallow trench into the dirt before he finally skidded to a halt in a pond.

The sheer momentum of his impact sent a massive wave of water surging upward. Gritting his teeth, Bradly used every ounce of his remaining strength to scramble back to his feet as quickly as possible.

A mouthful of fresh blood immediately escaped his lips.

"What was that?"

Genuine bewilderment flickered in the Neo-Angel's eyes. He had sensed no spike in energy, no surge in aura, and no visible shift in the violet-eyed man’s power—yet that single blow had been incomparably stronger than any that came before it.

It was as if the exact same attack had suddenly acquired world-crushing force without any external change. Narrowing his focus on his opponent once more, Bradly’s gaze locked onto the stranger's right fist.

The skin on that hand had transitioned into a deep jet-black, looking less like flesh and more like polished, solid obsidian. This transformation appeared purely physical; no Qi leaked out and no energy rippled through the air. Nevertheless, it was painfully clear that this change had boosted the man's raw physical strength to a terrifying level.

"Ready to talk?" the violet-eyed man inquired calmly, his expression devoid of any impatience. When he saw Bradly’s stubborn and guarded silence, he simply shook his head and blurred forward.

The combat resumed, and the situation became life-threatening for Bradly. Every strike launched by the violet-eyed man now possessed the power to shatter the Neo-Angel's defenses and cause catastrophic internal damage.

With every passing moment, new injuries appeared across the Neo-Angel's frame, and his skeletal structure began to groan and crack under the relentless assault. The limitations of his physical reinforcement were being pushed to the brink, yet Bradly refused to concede.

"BOOM!"

A thunderous explosion rang out as a direct punch slammed into Bradly's face. The force fractured his bone and sent him hurtling into a small mountain, where his body was buried under layers of crushed rock. Thick dust billowed into the sky as debris cascaded down the slope.

Showing no mercy, the violet-eyed man advanced again. He flashed toward the wreckage, intent on continuing the punishment. However, just as he reached the mountainside, his eyes narrowed and he instinctively leaped back.

"BOOM!"

A second explosion erupted, but this one originated from within the mountain itself. The blast was so violent that massive boulders were propelled in every direction.

Bradly emerged from the rubble, his eyes burning with feral brutality. His Neo-Angel Core was spinning with immense energy, tapping into the laws of Origin Island. By seizing fragments of those universal rules, he triggered his Salvation Incarnation. His aura flared violently once more, and a look of pure exhilaration crossed his face as he felt a tidal wave of power surging through his Meridians.

The mechanics of a Neo-Angel's Salvation Incarnation were straightforward: they drew upon the rules and laws of their current realm to undergo a transformation. In a weak realm, the power granted was minimal. The opposite, however, was also true.

The fundamental laws governing Origin Island were of a level that defied logic, meaning the power granted by his Salvation Incarnation received a transcendental boost.

"It is almost as if the Neo-Angel Race's Salvation Incarnation was designed specifically for this place."

A savage grin split Bradly's face as plasma wings sprouted from his back and turquoise gauntlets manifested over his arms, causing his physical stats to skyrocket. He turned a cold, murderous gaze toward the violet-eyed man.

"Time for the second round, bastard."

Before the echo of his voice died down, Bradly vanished. He reappeared instantly in front of the violet-eyed man, unleashing an attack fueled by the explosive might of his Salvation Incarnation.

The violet-eyed man could read Bradly's intent and anticipate the strikes, yet even with that mental edge, he found it difficult to track Bradly's new speed. His body flickered constantly, utilizing incredible martial precision to minimize his movements as he evaded each lethal blow.

He could successfully dodge, but finding an opening to counterattack was becoming nearly impossible.

Finally, Bradly connected.

The violet-eyed man raised his obsidian-coated arm to parry, but the raw strength behind Bradly's punch still sent him skidding backward. His feet tore through the earth, gouging two deep furrows into the ground before he came to a stop.

It was the first successful hit Bradly had landed during the entire encounter, and that single victory caused his confidence to soar. To him, this was merely the start. If he could strike his opponent once, he could do it again.

The violet-eyed man shook his right arm slightly. The force of the impact had been surprising, but his gaze remained steady and composed as he observed the Neo-Angel.

"I must admit—you possess a very peculiar power. The one who created it must have been exceptionally brilliant..."

The violet-eyed man paused for a beat before his voice remained flat.

"And also quite heartless, if he was willing to poison his own kin." Bradly scowled at the remark, unable to grasp the underlying meaning. He chose not to ask for clarification, fearing it was a psychological ploy to weaken his mental guard and allow the enemy to probe his thoughts further. Instead, he regulated his breathing and kept his expression icy and unreadable.

The violet-eyed man seemed to lose interest in Bradly's silence. He took a slow, deep breath. Suddenly, his heartbeat began to quicken—accelerating faster and faster, with each thud becoming heavier and more resonant.

"Wait... is that...?"

A look of shocked recognition dawned in Bradly's eyes. Before his thought could finish, the violet-eyed man uttered two simple words.

"Asura Form."

His heartbeat seemed to detonate with raw power. The obsidian-black skin on his right arm began to spread like a shadow, consuming his shoulder, his chest, and his limbs until the transformation enveloped his entire body.

Before Bradly could process the shock, the violet-eyed man was already in his face. A fist slammed into Bradly's chest, punching him through the earth as if he had no weight at all.

The Neo-Angel let out a roar from beneath the ground, immediately forcing himself back into a combat state.

"Just what is the link between these people and the Scarlet King?"

The combination of the shock and the heavy strike caused Bradly's mental defenses to slip, and the violet-eyed man caught the fleeting thought instantly. A sharp, meaningful light flickered in those violet eyes.

"Scarlet King?"

"Dammit!" Bradly bellowed, cursing his own lapse in focus. It wasn't out of a desire to protect Cain, but the last thing he wanted was for these two parties to exchange information. The Scarlet King was infamous for creating alliances and dragging others into his dark plots. Bradly would not permit that to happen.

His killing intent surged to its peak. He lunged forward once more, pouring every bit of his remaining Cultivation into a final assault.