Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1371 I'm done playing with you

Being only a Demigod Phantom, the Stoneheart Titan avatar lacked complete solidity. It glowed with an ethereal transparency, seeming illusory and nearly breakable.

Orion carried no arms.

This fight avoided metal weapons; instead, it pitted pure Divine Power against unyielding Will.

ROAR!

"You have a death wish!"

Minothelion proved no easy foe. As a [Second Step Demigod] Wraith, he possessed tremendous might.

Roaring in fury, he rushed ahead without pause. His four dark, sharp horns targeted the Titan's torso directly, aiming to pierce the colossal figure.

Orion shifted at unbelievable velocity. Four enormous palms extended swiftly, seizing the advancing horns in a clamping hold.

The collision boomed like thunder, yet Orion remained steady, halting the creature's rush completely.

Next appeared a scene that shocked all onlookers.

With Minothelion restrained, Orion's other available limbs sprang into action. He started battering the monster, delivering solid, steady blows to its skull and frame.

Minothelion, his cranium secured by four steel-like clasps, had no choice but to endure the assault.

MOOO!

The bovine-headed specter emitted a tormented bellow. Trailing him, the four tapir-visaged Wraiths rushed to aid their chief, yet they lagged behind.

At Orion's rear, the Deputy Commander, Arthas, along with the rest, had triggered the space-sealing measures in their array.

As soon as the four subordinates lunged, the area nearby twisted. They got whisked away immediately to isolated sub-spaces inside the enchanted setup, severed from the primary fight zone.

Now it stood as just Orion versus Minothelion.

MOOO! MOOO!

"Stranger! You dare grab my horns? You dare humiliate me?!" Minothelion screamed, his tone quivering with shock and anger. "You will die for this! You will die!"

Truthfully, Minothelion felt baffled. Across his many ages of battle, nobody had battled him in such a manner.

Not all fighters boasted eight limbs at hand.

Typically, foes akin to Edward summoned protective fields or walls of Divine Power. The bold types would summon luminous swords or animal summons.

Yet a hand-to-hand scrap? Wrestling him like some barroom brawler? Such a thing was unprecedented.

His bewilderment soon turned to wrath.

Yowling, Minothelion released his strength. Out from the ghostly skin on his rear, two enormous spectral talons burst forth. These resembled a blend of meaty appendages and huge feline feet, etched with intense red symbols that throbbed with evil intent.

The spectral talons raked toward Orion's cranium, ripping the atmosphere with a nauseating zzzt noise. This went beyond erosion; they were truly tearing apart the essence of space.

Orion detected the peril. He withdrew two fists from the barrage and blocked the talons.

CRACK!

Bone-breaking echoes resounded across the emptiness.

"This... this is impossible!"

Minothelion's thoughts spun wildly. Despite his skull being held, his perceptions stayed keen. He grasped far too late that Orion wasn't merely restraining him bodily; he dominated his Divine Will.

When the spectral talons met Orion's knuckles, Minothelion gazed in dread as his strike simply vanished. His force melted away on impact.

"Nice trick," Orion's tone thundered, steady and faintly entertained. "But warm-up is over. I'm done playing with you."

That offhand superiority hit Minothelion more fiercely than any strike.

"Done playing?" the specter stammered. "You think this is a game?"

MOOO!

Minothelion geared up to ignite his essence, set to launch a desperate strike that would maim this brazen titan.

However, Orion acted ahead.

"Strength... to uproot mountains... Spirit... to conquer the world!"

Orion dropped into a profound advancing pose, grounding his mass. The four limbs clutching the horns stiffened, sinews swelling with godly glow. In a pull that ignored natural laws, he hoisted the huge, writhing monster from the surface and flung it aside like discarded refuse.

Minothelion soared across the sky, his thoughts empty.

Humiliation! he raged inside. Total disgrace! I will slay him! I will—

His inner rant halted suddenly.

Far off, Orion towered upright. His primary two palms joined in supplication, as the six limbs at his back shaped an intricate array of mystical marks.

Minothelion recognized that pose. It signaled the onset of a killing blow.

"The Abyss arrives, carrying the weight of darkness on its back; fall into it, and cease to exist."

Orion's words carried a grave, holy, and fearsome weight.

Each syllable brought a smothering force down on the domain. This avoided incantations; it formed a [Divine Mandate]. It embodied the command of a [Fourth Step Divine Calling].

Orion called upon the Abyss's might.

In such realms, battles skipped mere flames or thunder strikes. They involved enforcing one's existence onto reality. They chased eternity inside the bounded shell of a Divine Kingdom.

Orion skipped uttering a hex. He declared a fact, and existence twisted to fulfill it.

In Minothelion's hearing, those were mere phrases: "The Abyss arrives..."

But through his vision?

The emptiness tore apart. He witnessed a domain crashing down—a shadowy, boundless plane resounding with Stoneheart Titans' cries.

This skipped as an assault. It acted like a world plummeting onto him.

Fourth... no... No!

Minothelion perceived the gap at the last moment.

He failed to complete his cry. Beneath that abstract void's burden, his shape crumpled. He burst inward, erased in a flash by the Abyss's oppressive intent.

In the spot where the monster had been, a tiny, frail spark of Divine Fire danced in the nothingness. It swayed a couple times, then faded away.

Orion couldn't tell if that marked Minothelion's core form—specters could be deceptive that way. Still, he understood the danger had ended.

He dropped his limbs.

The grapple bout served as an experiment. He aimed to check if the Stoneheart Titan shape suited Demigod-tier fights.

Outcome: Hardly.

On this scale, bodily tussles wasted effort. Victory hinged on eroding Divine Power and Will. Tossing Minothelion about hadn't truly wounded him bodily—though the mental toll was probably devastating.

Orion extended his palm, clutching the vacant spot where the specter perished. He absorbed the residual Faith Energy and Soul Power, pulling it into his personal Divine Kingdom.

Nothing squandered. All served as sustenance for his realm.