THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 830 A One-Sided Slaughter (2)

"Show me where that confidence of yours comes from!"

SLAAAAAAASH!!!

With a single swing...

Frey's blade sliced through a vast expanse of space—

Releasing a ferocious torrent of dark aura.

Amon narrowly dodged the assault at top speed—

And then, without delay, initiated a counter-assault.

His fist moved with impossible swiftness.

Employing that same peculiar strike characterized by absolute speed.

His hand became nearly indiscernible.

Enveloped in a strange, transparent aura.

A direct strike aimed precisely at Frey's heart.

This was an attack that had vanquished countless formidable foes in the past.

But today...

Something unanticipated occurred.

Amon's fist failed to connect with its intended target.

For the target intercepted it.

Before the astonished eyes of the Host of the Nightmare—

Eyes filled with undeniable shock—

Frey caught Amon's fist with but one hand.

With effortless ease.

The impact unleashed a violent shockwave of aura that erupted outward...

Yet Amon could not force Frey to retreat even a single step.

Frey had halted it. By infusing his limb with overwhelming black-hole aura and soulfire.

And thanks to the Eyes of the Void...

He had precisely discerned the trajectory of that instantaneous blow.

Gripping Amon's fist firmly...

Frey's gaze turned dark.

"You..."

"I harbored suspicions, but..."

"You are weaker than Thanatos."

Drawing him closer—

Frey extinguished all possibilities of escape with a potent surge of aura.

Then, he thrust his blade forward without a moment's hesitation.

The Dark Sister pierced Amon's chest, emerging from his back.

Unleashing a roaring beam of aura that reverberated through the heavens.

Blood erupted from Amon's very being...

As he struggled fiercely, attempting to break free.

But Frey offered him no such opportunity.

Instead...

He channeled even more black-hole aura into Amon's body...

Pushing it to the precipice of internal explosion.

Slowly—

Frey leaned in, bringing his face close to Amon's ear, while the latter thrashed in desperate resistance.

"I possess a world-shattering ability."

"One that empowers me to grow stronger each time I confront an opponent superior to me."

"But that ability..."

"Is not functioning at this moment."

"Do you comprehend the reason?"

Frey's countenance darkened—

Distorting into a visage of pure terror.

"Because you are weaker than me."

"Significantly weaker."

Gently—

Frey withdrew the Dark Sister from Amon's chest... Then elevated it high above.

"If you are this feeble..."

"From where do you derive the arrogance to regard me with pity?!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

Frey brought the blade downward with immense force...

Shattering the very fabric of space itself.

Sending Amon hurtling away in a devastating fall.

The demon plunged into the azure sea of flames...

Tumbling within a horrifyingly vast crater.

A colossal wound marred his chest...

His arms were severed after his futile attempt to block Frey's final, decisive strike.

Yet his adversary granted him no respite.

For Frey had already materialized behind him.

Amon barely managed to regain his bearings...

Reconstituting his severed arms.

Grinding his teeth, he unleashed his ultimate power.

"Transparent Domain!!!"

Instantly... An unseen field expanded around them...

Engulfing Frey entirely.

Strikes of blinding velocity began to rain down from every conceivable direction...

Targeting every vulnerable point on Frey's form.

Frey gritted his teeth...

The same terrifying expression etched onto his features.

The Dark Sister moved through Frey's hand with supernatural quickness, creating the illusion that he wielded thousands of arms instead of merely two.

Without shifting his stance—

Frey deflected every incoming blow, every assault emanating from the invisible domain.

The aura enveloping his body resembled a cosmic force, intertwined with a peculiar, dark violet flame.

An overwhelming pressure...

Far beyond ordinary comprehension.

Frey, at this juncture, stood within the third stage of SSS rank.

He commanded a physique that had awakened the primordial essence of the Krat race.

He possessed eight world-altering abilities.

A profound grasp of most fundamental laws governing existence.

Direct tutelage from a legendary entity known only as 'Nameless'.

And to crown it all...

The immortal soul of Thanatos, bestowing upon him boundless might.

In stark contrast—

Amon, despite having ascended to the sixth stage of the same rank, and wielding a phenomenal ability such as the Transparent Domain...

The chasm between their strengths...

Was unequivocally absolute.

"If you harbor a fear of death, Amon... then do not."

Frey raised his free hand, conjuring the Shadow Bolt spear, and directed it skyward.

Dark lightning began to coalesce around the weapon.

A tempestuous storm spread outward...

Encompassing an area equivalent to an entire continent.

A power befitting the mightiest member of the Shadow Sect.

"It is merely your vessel that shall perish."

"Your soul... will be eternally imprisoned."

"Soul Prison."

Like a launched projectile—

Frey's arm propelled the spear towards Amon with terrifying velocity.

Amon did not even register the weapon's trajectory.

A blinding surge of black lightning descended, consuming everything in its path.

The spear pierced Amon's left side, obliterating it entirely.

His blood dissolved into the fiery sea below.

Half of the demon's form was gone.

Yet Frey showed no sign of ceasing his assault.

He instantly closed the distance.

A vortex of aura swirled around his blade.

"You will meet your end here, Amon."

"Unleash your power."

"Show me that world-shattering ability you're so proud of."

"Use it."

"Because if you don't..."

"This fight is already decided."

KRAAASH!!

Flesh was torn asunder.

Dark blood sprayed outwards.

Demonic viscera rained into the inferno—

As Frey bisected his foe, splitting him cleanly into two halves in a horrifying spectacle witnessed by no one else. The dark arc emanating from his blade severed space itself, annihilating all in its destructive wake. It was a fatal blow, one capable of felling any demon with its sheer might. Amon's body cleaved in two, each half plummeting into the sea of blue flames before Frey's eyes. But the contest was far from concluded. Frey understood this with absolute clarity. The blue flames dissipated... and shortly thereafter... Amon's body began to reconstitute itself, as if mended by unnatural regenerative forces. Frey observed this process intently. He knew his adversary would not fall easily. Yet, he harbored no desire to prolong the encounter. He understood that Snow would not triumph over Maskith. Even if Amon were to be vanquished, the war would persist. Thus, he opted for swiftness. He aimed to compel Amon to reveal everything... to force the exposure of his secrets—to annihilate him along with that hidden, world-breaking capability. However, Amon still had not deployed it. And Frey's patience... was beginning to fray. Amon's physical state was dire. Despite this... he suddenly erupted into laughter. Boisterous, uninhibited laughter. Even in his ravaged condition. He laughed... and continued to laugh... until blood trickled from his lips. "Why the haste... Frey Starlight?" Amon chuckled again, expelling blood with a cough, yet maintaining a smile. "The true battle has only just commenced!" Frey mirrored his smile. "You speak the truth." In the very next moment... A column of abyssal darkness descended—crushing Amon's form. Frey unleashed cascading explosions of aura upon the demon, obliterating him repeatedly, a terrifying grin fixed upon his features. "Let's see how long you can continue this charade, Host of the Nightmare." "Unlike you..." "My intention is your demise." The battle was gradually... transforming into something else entirely. A relentless, one-sided slaughter.