The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2430 New enemy (I)

The sword and halberd started to build up their immense power.

Vast surges of energy swirled violently around the weapons, exploding into fierce blazes and twisting time rifts that caused the heavens to shake and bend. The clouds themselves got ripped to shreds by the immense force, resulting in trails of broken radiance.

Eonar and Lortar had come to the identical realization.

Approaching the Scarlet King meant certain death.

In the heart of his domain, their thoughts grew sluggish, their reflexes blunted, and their actions delayed—yet the scariest aspect was their complete inability to notice it occurring. An unseen force was one they had no hope of countering.

Therefore, keeping far away stood as their sole practical choice.

Though both warriors were monarchs shaped by countless close-quarters battles, the overwhelming force of their distant strikes could still obliterate a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod—particularly when unleashed in unison.

The instant their weapons hummed to life, Cain discerned their strategy. A simple smile crossed his lips.

Easing his form, Cain drew in a deliberate, steady breath and held utterly motionless, hovering over the Ocean of the Blood Sun like he awaited a soft wind instead of a devastating onslaught.

Such serenity ignited fury and shame in the cores of Eonar and Lortar.

Still, neither ventured a word.

They would require every ounce of concentration and control to

endure.

Not a moment more was squandered before the power encircling their weapons

erupted.

With full might, Eonar wielded the Blade of the End of Times. Enormous torrents of time-based energy burst from its blade, rushing ahead like thundering currents of warped chronology. Their velocity defied nature, seemingly propelled by the Flow to heighten their velocity and drive.

Simultaneously, Lortar launched his assault.

Dozens of fiery dragon maws burst forth from his halberd, each bellowing as they charged onward. For each distance they covered, their essence sped up even more, drawing strength from fire and velocity until the atmosphere wailed in their wake.

First came the time torrents.

However, upon crossing into Cain's domain, their pace halved abruptly.

Not just bodily movement felt the impact. Even skills—raw expressions of might—were hindered by that unseen command. Cain might have evaded them with ease.

Yet his eyes ignited with golden radiance.

He stretched out his left arm.

Beneath Eonar's gaze of sheer terror, the rear of Cain's hand collided with a time torrent—and nonchalantly deflected it, causing it to swerve wildly like a plaything.

"Impossible..."

The utterance escaped Eonar's mouth prior to any restraint.

But this marked merely the start.

Each following torrent of time energy met the identical end, redirected and dispersed as though Cain swept away falling droplets.

Lortar's astonishment proved equally profound.

However, in contrast to Eonar, his doubt swiftly hardened into icy determination.

Letting out a bellow, he commanded the fiery dragon maws in mid-air, compelling them to merge. The multitude of strikes merged into one gigantic form—a searing orb of packed devastation as vast as a lunar body.

Right as it neared the boundary of Cain's domain, Lortar triggered its blast.

The reasoning was straightforward.

Cain might redirect a strike—but an outburst defied redirection.

Victory gleamed in Lortar's grin while the growing detonation rushed at the Scarlet King.

Suddenly, the blast halted.

Blazes stopped in their outward rush. Shock fronts froze motionless. Thermal fury

solidified into quietude.

Before Lortar grasped the sight before him, the immobile blaze got pulled in—sucked straight into Cain's left eye.

"How...?"

The query scarcely shaped before Cain's right eye blazed with searing

golden radiance.

In the next heartbeat, a detonation burst right before Lortar's torso—matching the force and essence of his own strike, yet inverted and boosted.

"BOOOOO0000000000OM!"

The eruption consumed Lortar whole.

Blazes, brilliance, and fractured voids overwhelmed the Kalous King, rendering it unclear if his form persisted.

Cain's smile widened greatly.

The method he had employed—a sophisticated variant of Redirection—

demanded far greater effort than the idle uses of his Ancestor Power. Performing it even once had worn him down considerably.

His eyes pulsed with rebound pain, and he realized he couldn't

employ it anew for a while.

Instead of regret, contentment washed over Cain.

That very constraint explained his choice to start this fight.

"Time for the offensive."

A keen edge and lethal purpose flared in Cain's eyes. Golden radiance poured through his frame, then gathered in his limbs as his strength pivoted entirely to motion and confrontation.

He faced Eonar.

And disappeared.

Eonar at once attempted to pull back, creating space from the Scarlet

King—yet the opportunity had vanished.

Upon stepping into the domain, Eonar's velocity plummeted unnoticed

by him.

Cain materialized in front of him.

A savage fist smashed into Eonar's visage, the impact jerking his skull

rearward and flinging him toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun's core.

Ere he regained balance, a further strike pounded his side.

"Crack."

Skeletal structures shattered from the collision.

Eonar sought to retaliate—but in his view, it seemed ten Scarlet Kings assaulted simultaneously, their actions blending and impossible to separate.

Even as he dominated his foe, Cain's brow furrowed faintly.

His velocity shone brilliantly—but the force in every blow rated as

merely passable against his own measure.

This was logical.

He had intentionally channeled his physique's capacity into quickness,

rendering attack and guard only sufficient. Guarding drew aid from the Flow, and though he might amplify blows via the Light of the Flow, it fell short still.

During combat, each hit ought to maim—or end.

Within the Crimson World, he managed that via unmatched bodily might and Dream.

In the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, via Zero-State Force and

Ego Wave.

Here, the Omens of the Ocean of the Blood Sun were his—yet full command eluded him.

Not sufficiently to elevate his lethal force to the Late

Alpha-Omega Overgod tier.

"I could infuse my Ancestor Power directly into my strikes," Cain

considered.

"That should be sufficient."

The domain in play was just a dormant facet of his

Ancestor Power.

He hadn't released its true essence yet.

While Cain readied to invoke that profound command, the sword gripped

by Eonar abruptly quivered.

The embedded eye in the hilt's grip burst open fully.

A tremendous surge of might exploded from the Blade of the End of Times.

Cain's eyes expanded in surprise.

He withdrew in a flash, the sword's tip grazing past by only inches.