Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1484 Just a Kick

Orion flickered out of existence, instantly reappearing behind one of the Holy Guard Knights. He raised his arms high before delivering a gravity-enhanced elbow blow.

BOOM!

Although the Knight was sent flying like a projectile, he did not shatter upon impact.

Almost immediately, the Saint and the five remaining Knights pooled their Divine Power into a unified network, manifesting layers of defensive wards around their companion the very second Orion connected.

"How cute."

Such impeccable synchronization suggested either a hive-mind link or a shared consciousness.

"You think you can actually execute your formation? Not while I'm still breathing." Orion bared his teeth in a savage grin. "You'll have to put me down first."

Once again, he vanished. This time, he materialized directly behind the Saint.

Orion vaulted into the air, driving his leg downward in a guillotine axe kick aimed at decapitating the Saint.

In response, the six Holy Guard Knights teleported into view with swords unsheathed. They surrounded Orion from every angle, blades converging to execute him with one strike.

"Come and get it!"

Orion refused to abort his kick. Instead, he swung his eight arms with the fury of a windmill, his fists unleashing meteor-like force to parry the incoming blades.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! All six Knights were blasted backward, unable to withstand the sheer brute force of Orion's physical dominance.

Yet, despite clearing his immediate surroundings, Orion did not smile.

His axe kick remained frozen in mid-air, mere inches from the back of the Saint's head.

"Is this... a bind?"

Orion quickly identified the source of the obstruction.

"Indeed. A bind," the Saint declared, his voice cold. "The Gaze of the Goddess."

Without turning his head, the Saint summoned a phantom image of an exquisite, terrifying eye above him, which stared unblinkingly at Orion.

"The ritual cannot be interrupted," the Saint stated, his back still turned. "Once the array is finalized, your end is guaranteed."

The Saint burned with bitterness and hatred. In the Agaman Holy Order, he reigned as the supreme existence under the Goddess herself; everyone bowed to him. Yet, here he was, treated like a training dummy by Orion in front of his own devoted followers. Unable to bear such disrespect, he had been forced to use a trump card bestowed by the Goddess just to keep this brute restrained.

"Kill me? Do you truly possess the strength for such a feat?"

Orion erupted into laughter. His internal Divine Power surged like a tidal wave, smashing violently against the mysterious void energy stifling his limb.

"I decreed that I would land this kick, therefore I shall!"

The Mountain-Crusher Stomp!

He had invented the name on the fly just to heighten his own fervor. While there was nothing intrinsically special about the technique, shouting its name while fighting against divine suppression sent a thrill of adrenaline—a feeling he hadn't experienced in an eternity—surging through him.

Crack. Crack.

The sound of fracturing glass rang out through the spiritual plane.

Spiderwebbed fissures appeared across the pupil of the spectral eye hovering above the Saint. The gaze was weakening; the hold began to fail.

BANG!

It might have lasted a split second or perhaps half a minute of struggle, but the moment the eye shattered, Orion's leg completed its arc.

Whoosh!

There was no explosion, nor the sound of impact.

The Saint's physical vessel simply disintegrated into fine dust and vanished.

However, Orion was far too experienced to assume a Second-Stage Demigod would perish from a single physical strike.

The Fate-Sealer Stomp!

With a teleportation blink, Orion launched a second kick with even greater oppressive weight, aiming at a void of empty air.

A golden flame flickered to life in the void, only to be instantly shattered by Orion before it could fully coalesce. Sparks rained down from the sky.

That was the Saint's Divine Fire.

Orion understood that merely scattering it wouldn't extinguish the flame—nor would it kill an immortal being—but it inflicted devastating trauma and drained the Saint's essence. The Saint of the Agaman Temple was now being forced into hiding, terrified to manifest his Demigod avatar.

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Indestructible Shield!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Sword that Cleaves All!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Supreme Armor against all harm!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Boots of Unmatchable Speed!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Crown of Unspeakable Nobility!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Source of Faith, the Star's Protection!"

While Orion prepared a third, more brutal kick, the six Holy Guard Knights managed to finish their chant.

Their bodies turned into streaks of light. Fueled by the formation, they transformed into six unique Relics, their auras linked in a perfect, harmonious circuit.

The Shield of Guardianship. The Holy Sword. The Supreme Armor. The Boots of Speed. The Goddess's Crown. The Star's Protection.

As the equipment solidified, the Saint's dispersed Divine Fire surged back into existence, diving into the core of the six Relics.

Orion eyed the secret art with palpable envy. He coveted that power.

There was no time for analysis, however. Teleporting in, he swung all eight arms—two fists hammering toward the Divine Fire, while the other six focused on a Relic each.

Hummmmm!

The Relics, crafted from the essence of six Demigods, resonated in unison. A protective barrier flared from the Supreme Armor, halting Orion's assault immediately.

Although Orion's strikes resembled physical brawling, every blow was a collision of intense Divine Power and pure intent. That they were able to repel him proved the sheer magnitude of the Faith Energy reserve held by those six Demigods.

Sensing a stalemate, Orion opted not to gamble. He teleported backward to create space between himself and the reforming Saint.

"You cannot penetrate the Supreme Armor. This proves you have yet to attain the Divine Soul realm of the Third Stage."

The Saint's form fully materialized.

Clasping the Shield in his left hand and the Sword in his right, he stood donned in the Supreme Armor, Boots on his feet, Crown upon his brow, and a golden Star trailing behind him.

He resembled a war deity descended from paradise—opulent, imposing, noble, and casting a look of cold disdain upon all below.

"And so what?"

Orion knew he was neither Third-Stage nor even Second-Stage. His current combat prowess was the result of a unique path to godhood.

"And so, you perish."

Humiliated and beaten, the noble Saint resolved to erase Orion's avatar from reality. He would slaughter not just him, but every intruder he had brought along. Not a single soul would remain.

"Glory Cross Slash!"

This signature technique of the Holy Sword possessed terrifying power and carried an absolute locking mechanism. In short, Orion could not dodge; he had to withstand it.

Orion let out a grunt, pulling back one fist and launching it like a cannonball.

His fist collided with the golden, cross-shaped energy blade. Their respective Divine Powers ground against one another, annihilating each other in a brilliant shower of sparks.

Just as Orion dismissed the Saint's attack, his opponent launched a follow-up strike instantly.

"Sacrifice: Holy Light Judgment!"