THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 753: Frey vs Amon (2)

Just as Frey was about to launch another assault, Amon chose to bring the fight to a close.

His hand shifted forward.

An ominous gesture that caused both Gehrman and Abraham to freeze in place at once.

"That—!"

It was the identical blistering-fast assault.

"Damn it! Stay clear of him, Frey!" Abraham bellowed with all his might.

Amon's grin stretched even further.

"Too late."

In that instant, it seemed like time halted completely while Amon hurled his fist straight at Frey.

The blow came with terrifying velocity... surpassing even Gherman's pace.

Given Frey's present strength, he ought to have been unable to withstand or evade such a devastating hit.

Amon felt utterly confident in his triumph.

Gehrman and Abraham likewise glimpsed the specter of loss approaching.

Yet in under a split second...

The demon's smirk crumbled apart.

"...Huh?" A raspy noise slipped from Amon's mouth upon discovering his lethal punch had hit only empty space.

His strike had failed to connect.

"He—" Amon whispered, while Abraham and Gehrman exclaimed together:

"He dodged it?!"

True enough—Frey had sidestepped the onslaught.

Beyond that, he retaliated without delay.

Amon just managed to defend against it, his knuckles streaming with even more blood from the clash.

"Impossible..."

Amon rejected the notion even as he charged ahead once more, unleashing a flurry with both fists.

Maybe it was mere chance.

Still, chance by itself couldn't rescue anyone from a blow of that caliber.

The events that followed wiped away any uncertainty.

The lightning-quick strike—designed to outpace light—was unable to graze Frey.

He dodged it effortlessly.

Then, in an instant, he dashed in close, unleashing a tremendous downward cut that engulfed Amon entirely—tearing through his features in a savage curve and obliterating one of the demon's eyes.

Amon jerked back in utter horror, staggering away while gripping his face drenched in blood.

He continued pulling back—farther and farther—until a huge gap yawned between him and Frey.

All this played out right before Gherman's eyes, his stare expanding in total astonishment... much like Abraham's.

"That lightning strike... the one I struggle to avoid even at my utmost limit, drawing on all my velocity and sharpened instincts after decelerating it...

And he slipped past it... with such ease?!"

The scene unfolding now blasted beyond Gherman's wildest predictions... to the point where he could merely gape at Frey in frozen amazement.

"How in the world did he pull that off?"

The inventor pondered... until enlightenment hit when he peered into Frey's gaze once more.

And that only amplified his shock.

"Those—!! The Void!!" Gehrman yelled as comprehension washed over him at last.

The manner in which Frey countered Amon's assaults appeared vividly in his sight.

For the moment, a lone symbol had been etched profoundly into each of Frey's eyes—

A V.

"The Fifth Stage of Shadow Adaptation: The Void."

"Nameless’s sight power... has he unlocked it as well, in such a short time?!"

Gehrman was the initial one to comprehend it.

Amon came right after... his expression shifting to dead earnest.

Amon mended the injury on his features and restored his eye, all the while fixing his intense stare on Frey.

"Those eyes... precisely what do they reveal to you?"

Amon had encountered nothing of this sort previously.

And the sole individual aware of the response...

Was Frey alone.

He stayed quiet.

Nevertheless, the reality surrounding him had transformed utterly.

Within his thoughts, he himself probed the mystery.

"What... exactly am I perceiving?"

The entire world had faded to total gray.

However, from all that encircled him, streams and routes of energy extended out...

Paths guiding Frey to endless possibilities, unveiling secrets invisible to others.

Before, Amon’s lightning strike had stood out crystal clear to him.

Not just that... it had unfolded in sluggish motion.

He had traced its course precisely: its origin and its target point.

He perceived it all.

And by merging that insight with his teleportation skill, he had equaled its swiftness and eluded it.

Frey hadn't mastered the power completely yet.

But one fact he knew for sure.

He had seized yet another deadly tool.

The purple fires blazed fiercer than ever, almost consuming Frey's frame entirely...

As if he teetered on the edge of evolving into something different.

Something beyond human.

Suddenly, Frey vanished and reappeared beside Amon, unleashing a savage storm of blows laced with immense Black Hole Aura.

Amon fired back without pause, releasing his barrage of lightning strikes, each brimming with thick shadowy energy.

For all Amon's horrifying quickness, Frey countered flawlessly... parrying and turning aside every assault.

And that was far from the conclusion.

With every tick of the clock, the purple fires burned brighter.

Then... at the peak of intensity...

Frey released a strike loaded with a crushing density of Black Hole Aura, shaping a ruinous ray that swallowed Amon and all in its wake.

The demon's limb was torn clean off.

Half his form was charred to irreparable ruin.

Still, Amon swiftly seized the detached limb, fusing it back as he withdrew at breakneck pace.

Frey gave chase relentlessly.

Amon halted his flight... and struck back.

"Forgive me, Vessel... I underestimated you."

Amon's frame erupted wildly as a colossal wave of energy burst forth, making those close by shudder uncontrollably.

This marked his maximum strength.

Amon lunged once more with the identical lightning fist...

And on this occasion...

His punch landed solidly on Frey, vaporizing half his torso and wiping it from being.

For all the dire destruction...

Frey didn't so much as flinch.

"Even with the strike visible in advance... my frame couldn't react swiftly enough to match my vision,"

Frey stayed composed, dissecting the moment with icy clarity.

The Void Eyes had granted him a sharp view and foresight of Amon’s blow.

Yet his physical form had lagged behind...

Thus, the hit connected.

"I require greater strength."

Frey ramped up the soul-burning process.

Next, using his unoccupied hand, he swept across the ravaged portion of his body...

And it mended in a flash, on its own.

Simultaneously, he loosed a fresh onslaught—vastly more potent—fueled by purple fires and Black Hole Aura.

Amon met it head-on with his shadowy fist, smashing into Frey’s blade.

"Vessel of Nameless... declare your name."

As their energies collided and the ground quaked...

Amon inquired with a grin, recognizing Frey as a true rival.

Frey offered no reply.

He pressed his ruthless barrage onward, his features twisted in obvious revulsion.

"What’s the point of giving my name to someone I intend to kill?"

Frey's harsh retort arrived with yet another barrage of wounds on Amon.

The demon erupted in chuckles, his energy surging higher with each impact.

In the meantime...

Catching Frey’s declaration, Gehrman at last comprehended.

This fighter aimed not just to hold Amon at bay.

He sought to slay him.

It bordered on insanity.

Yet Gehrman couldn't refute that Frey held all the tools to turn it real.

"Layering six reality-shattering powers and aligning them... teleportation... flawless command of energy flow..."

Frey Starlight’s might had skyrocketed following the unlocking of the Fifth and Sixth Stages of Shadow Adaptation...

Superior phases crafted purely for warfare.

The souls bestowed vast might upon him.

The Void Eyes let him trace routes with such precision that, once honed, he could glimpse the future across its myriad branches.

But pursuing Amon's death was a reckless gamble.

The demon still concealed his core strength.

"Frey! Don’t try to kill him—buying time is all you need to do!"

Gehrman projected his warning straight into Frey's mind.

But Frey obviously despised the suggestion.

Right in the heat of combat, he swiveled toward Gehrman...

A frightful look sculpted on his face as the Void Eyes shimmered with shadowy light.

"Gehrman... shut up and let me handle this."

The purple fires engulfed Frey's entire being.

His shape warped into a nightmarish entity...

Causing both Gehrman and Abraham to observe in hushed terror.

For an instant...

Frey appeared more fiendish than the fiend before him.