The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2462 Fourth Realm Asura Form? (II)

The body of Cain gouged a lengthy furrow into the earth, the sheer force ripping through dirt and rock in his trajectory. Nevertheless, despite being hurled back, his mastery stayed impeccable.

In a display of utmost accuracy, he executed a minor jump and rotated his form while airborne, dissipating the leftover impetus. The Scarlet King touched down gently, gliding briefly before assuming an ideal combat position.

Crimson liquid trickled from the edge of his lips. His mind still pulsed fiercely within his head from the strike, yet his vision stayed keen—icy, concentrated, and unwavering—as it fixed on the Royal Blutlinie infiltrator. The Quietus Force that had inundated Aerion's frame was getting incinerated.

Pale wisps of icy essence seeped from the individual's sweat glands like vapor, dissolving beneath an overpowering inner force.

That force originated from his core organ.

It throbbed with a potency surpassing anything Cain had ever beheld.

Aerion's heart blazed like a tiny sun. His blood conduits shimmered like coronal ejections under his flesh, throbbing with radiant brilliance. The very atmosphere nearby warped from the colossal strain his physique exerted.

Though the outward display varied, Cain harbored no doubts.

He recognized this phenomenon.

And Aerion's subsequent declaration dispelled any residual doubt.

"Asura Form!"

As the Royal Blutlinie operative bellowed, his presence erupted. Aerion disappeared from sight.

Cain scarcely managed to flutter his eyelids before the Royal Blutlinie materialized right before him, his limb already arcing ahead in a ruinous sweep.

The Scarlet King erected his defense in the final moment.

The collision nonetheless propelled him rearward.

The weight and compactness of the attack proved insurmountable, launching him over the field of conflict akin to a shooting star.

Cain gritted his jaws and swiftly retaliated, swinging his weapon at the oncoming silhouette.

His edge sliced through vacant space.

A forceful hit pounded into his abdomen.

Crimson sprayed from his lips as his form rocketed skyward.

That marked the onset of the genuine onslaught.

Aerion's velocity had ascended to a degree that even Cain—whose agility resided at the Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod level—struggled to follow completely. Detonations resounded over the warzone as the Royal Blutlinie delivered an unyielding flurry.

Blow after blow connected.

Each fist.

Each foot strike.

Each motion.

All bore condensed stellar might, as though pieces of the cosmos had been crammed into his assaults.

Cain's physique was battered through the atmosphere repeatedly.

While withstanding the barrage, his thoughts labored to comprehend the spectacle unfolding.

He was aware that Asura Form wasn't exclusive to him. His sibling wielded it. The whole Masked Race from Origin Island commanded it.

However, this—

This diverged.

This represented a fresh iteration.

An elevated transformation that transcended mere corporeal limits, delving into the core axioms governing existence.

"The Fourth Realm..." Cain discerned.

His grasp of that stage remained rudimentary, but he felt assured of one fact.

The foundations of Aerion's Asura Form had exceeded the Third Realm.

"CRACK!"

A savage foot thrust bearing stellar mass collided with Cain's side, flinging him loftily into the heavens.

In under a pulse, Aerion materialized overhead.

His palm extended.

Keen strands of karma converged at his digits, shimmering with deadly intensity.

He cleaved downward without pause, embodying ruthless exactitude.

The blow struck Cain's shoulder, pulverized the remnants of his protective gear, and plunged him into the soil.

The collision carved a vast depression.

The terrain heaved and fractured outward. Seismic waves surged over the area as far-off quakes propagated like a seismic event.

Aerion suspended himself aloft.

Flames erupted unbidden nearby, the ambient atmosphere incapable of enduring the blaze emanating from his being.

"The power His Highness bestowed upon me is astounding," he mused. "Yet it's perilously hazardous. Fortunately, I managed it. Now I can—"

"Hahahahaha!"

Before completing his reflection, guffaws burst from the pit beneath.

Aerion's brow furrowed.

His stare intensified as he peered below.

Amid the haze and shattered terrain, the Scarlet King gradually ascended.

Aerion's concluding attack had utterly demolished Cain's torso armor.

However, no injuries marred his torso.

Perplexity crossed the Royal Bloodline's features.

Cain paid it no mind.

His chuckles persisted for a few moments before subsiding. Once silenced, his gaze chilled—though the grin on his mouth broadened further.

"I arrived solely for the valuables on your person," Cain stated evenly. "Yet you've revealed something I've long craved... an existence I was unaware of until this moment."

Aerion's bewilderment intensified.

Cain pressed on.

"Asura Form is indeed a remarkable power. But it's also profoundly draining—particularly if one lacks true comprehension."

His eyes fixed on Aerion's torso.

"How long before the barriers of your heart fracture? Before your weaker conduits burst? Twenty seconds? Perhaps twenty-five?"

Aerion's eyes bulged.

Astonishment coursed through him.

"How are you aware of my technique's weaknesses?"

Cain gave a faint shrug.

"Full knowledge isn't required," he answered steadily. "I merely need awareness of a single truth."

His vision grew piercing.

"Escape is no longer possible for you."

"Should victory elude you shortly, the repercussion will strike. And when it does..." His grin adopted a subtle malice. "Even a mere infant could slay you."

A whirlwind of sentiments raced across Aerion's gaze.

His heart hammered with increased fervor.

His mind whirled in disarray.

Acting decisively, he released his utmost might and surged toward Cain, resolved to conclude the clash at once.

His pace was horrifying.

He bridged the gap in one instant.

His knuckles propelled ahead.

And then— Time appeared to decelerate.

A voice penetrated his consciousness.

"Mastery of emotions is crucial when invoking Asura Form."

Aerion's sight clarified.

Golden-crimson orbs bored straight into his own.

"Your heart races so intensely that all sensations magnify," Cain's tone persisted serenely. "Should control slip... should dread or rage dominate..."

The Scarlet King's expression toughened.

"You become merely a dolt charging to your demise."