Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1538 Battle Against Himself

Shattering one's own boundaries, put simply, was the true essence of overcoming oneself.

Provided Orion had advanced sufficiently, the foe standing before him could be utterly demolished. This notion was deeply ingrained in him; he'd encountered such ordeals previously and mastered the precise methods to conquer them.

Yet before anything else, certain details demanded verification.

Orion refused to evade or prepare for the strike.

Right as the war scythe neared his body to slice through, a burst of silver radiance exploded from his right eye. The power of his gaze, Temporal Dilation, sprang to life.

In that moment, the falling war scythe halted abruptly. The flow of time hung frozen within that splintered heartbeat.

The opening was tiny beyond measure, yet amid a duel of supreme experts, even a mere sliver of a second offered ample chance.

Orion blinked out of sight, materializing right behind his doppelgänger. Copying the identical posture perfectly, he unleashed a swing with his war scythe.

Slash!

The duplicate's form split neatly in two, but death didn't claim it as Orion anticipated. Rather, the severed halves melted into a ghostly orb, fading away without a trace.

This stemmed from the might of his left eye—Dimensional Phase.

Orion's eyes tightened, his forehead wrinkling with a heavy scowl. A technique he hadn't deployed himself was performed impeccably by the clone. Clearly, the doppelgänger had replicated even the inherent divine powers of his eyes.

An utterly flawless copy.

Facing a rival armed with both Temporal Dilation and Dimensional Phase promised a hellish challenge to eliminate. Put differently, Orion confronted an unrivaled endurance fight—a savage, gore-soaked showdown with his personal pinnacle form.

"Now this... is a proper trial!"

A savage smile erupted across Orion's features. He'd ventured into the taboo domains of the Death-Soul Race solely to evolve.

His body and armaments had been remade and enhanced across the initial two layers of The Dreamlands. At this juncture, the Third Stratum's battle test arrived as the ideal boon—a divine gift perfectly aligned to push his freshly expanded boundaries.

"Let's go again!"

Detecting his duplicate reforming from a fresh position, Orion raised his polearm and aggressively claimed the offensive.

A tempest of total devastation ensued. Whirling silhouettes of weapons collided, doomsday infernos blazed across the heavens, and illusory manifestations repeatedly exploded as time surged forward wildly, slowed to a crawl, and screeched to a dead stop.

At the same time, within the unexplored depths of the mysterious domain.

For Orion, beholding Leonidas devouring the specter of the Divine Sigil House demigod proved an utterly strange spectacle.

This differed from typical spatial intake or hauling a rival into a Divine Kingdom through an Abyssal summon for purification. Leonidas's approach was brutal and horrifying: he savagely dismantled the adversary into the finest essence particles and sucked them straight into his body.

It resembled a massive dragon guzzling the ocean via a raging vortex of water.

Victory wasn't sealed until Leonidas consumed the final speck of dispersed essence.

Leonidas instinctively rubbed his belly—which showed no sign of swelling—and unleashed a booming burp.

"Brother, we made a killing on this one!"

Truthfully, unleashing this consumption power demanded dire risks for Leonidas. Without Orion's vigilant watch, he'd never have attempted it. A mid-process assault would trigger devastating rebound, handing the partially consumed enemy the perfect moment to counter and slay him.

"Alright, time for Plan B," Orion said.

The pair shared a look, then simultaneously pivoted toward the Kraken.

"Squiddy, don't you dare chicken out now," Leonidas said, grinning wildly. "Your brothers don't fear a little trouble. Since we're already here, we might as well rip out this hidden thorn in your side by the roots."

"If you want to establish true deterrence, you need to christen your banners with the blood of demigods. A Divine Sigil House will make an excellent sacrifice."

Leonidas declared it straightforwardly. He and Orion hadn't come merely for a rescue mission; their goal was to eradicate a menace for good.

Unbeknownst to itself, the Kraken's fortunes had woven tightly with theirs. Spanning the Emerald Dream Realm, Silverwood Realm, and World of Eldoria, the Kraken's influence dominated their expansive sea domains.

Therefore, be it to aid the Kraken or safeguard their marine holdings, wiping out this persistent peril was essential.

"Rouse your forces," Leonidas urged, his voice dripping with demonic temptation. "The three of us are going to whip up a boundless tsunami and pay a little visit to this so-called Divine Sigil House. With me and Orion backing you, we're going to wring a mountain of compensation out of them."

"We must hit back. We need to stage a spectacle for the other marine demigods lurking in these seas," Orion continued, his voice much more scheming. "Or do you really believe those deep-sea ancients will simply let you rest easy before you rise to the demigod ranks?"

The Kraken's enormous pupils shrank sharply.

A cold truth finally struck him then. His long stretch of undisturbed calm most probably stemmed from some concealed marine demigod secretly raising him like prey for the eventual kill.

"Relax! Our coming alters it all," Leonidas boomed with laughter, patting a huge tentacle of the Kraken to reassure him.

"Fine... I'll go along with you!" Moments later, the Kraken nodded firmly. He chose to fully trust the decisions of Orion and Leonidas.

"Perfect. Seize this chance to rally every force you've gathered. Now's the moment to reveal to foes hiding in shadows the deadly keenness of your edge!"

The Kraken nodded once more. Issuing no further brags, he guided Leonidas and Orion into the profound abyss.

Half a month passed, and propelled by the joint pull of two unique divine forces, a devastating tsunami over a thousand feet tall roared over the sea. Countless sea fighters concealed themselves in the crashing peaks of the enormous wave, surging relentlessly toward the continent housing Lionheart City.

In another part of the boundless ocean.

"Looks like those two Excellencies are external allies called in by the young one."

"What biting irony. A sea lord from our realm needs outsiders to guard him."

"A massive tsunami builds. Are they truly mounting a retaliation assault on the mainland? Such bold madness!"

From deep ocean trenches, sleeping demigods stirred their ancient gazes, quietly monitoring the paths of Orion, Leonidas, and the Kraken.

Yet they only observed. It wasn't their show, nor their clowns. In the brutal realm of divinities, steering clear of others' battles was the usual way.

In a different ocean expanse, inside the splendid hall of a sunken city, two supreme figures faced one another across a weird, ethereal chess game.

"The Alicantus Sea falls under your domain in name," an elder in dragon garb declared. Despite his human looks, a proud horn protruding from his brow exposed his real beastly heritage. "You let that small octopus expand on purpose, didn't you? Your nurtured delicacy has grown into a true behemoth. Does that not worry you at all?"

"I've long suspected that oddity concealed secrets," the opposite man responded. Middle-aged and cloaked in shadowy robes, his presence mirrored the elder's: a bottomless void, the clear mark of a demigod. "How else could the Black Lion House among the Divine Sigil clans open a sea trade path straight through my waters? I permitted it quietly. That was my test."

"A test?" The elder set down a chess piece, eyes sparkling with odd mirth. "Using another's blade for the strike? Or drawing the snake from its lair?"

The dark-robed man steadily placed his piece, face betraying no hint of thought.

"Neither," he answered quietly. "The unseen truly frightens. I just sought to uncover the small beast's supporters... to safeguard myself."