Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 1249: Samsara Recoil [Super Gift Bonus Chapter]

And with that, their presence spiked into the sky in towering waves of overwhelming power. They didn’t care if the Sinvairas ambushed them in the middle of their fight or after it. In fact, deep down, they wished for it. They prayed for it.

Although it might seem stupid that the two of them were going all out in a battle like this, it wasn’t. What were they supposed to do? Talk it out? Hug and kiss? Even if they did that and ended everything with a peaceful discussion, what about next time?

The next time they both needed to fight, would they hold back simply because they feared being ambushed? What about the time after that? And the time after that next time?

When would it finally end, allowing them to fight to their hearts’ content without worrying about anything else?

Could one truly call themselves The One Above All if they feared being ambushed by the Sinvairas every single time they encountered an opponent who could match them?

Could one call themselves The Black Disaster if they lived and fought like cowards?

The answer was NO!

Fight until you die. Fight until your enemies make their moves. Fight until you kill them. Fight until your enemies dare not ambush you. Fight until even in their dreams, all they see is the gap between the two of you. Fight until all they can think about is YOU!

One could never stand at the peak and still fear an ambush. Fear was for the weak, and caution was for the weaker.

The One Above All and The Black Disaster knew no hesitation. They knew no fear. And they knew no caution.

The only enemy that mattered was the one standing before you.

Not an imaginary one.

Not the next one.

[Disaster Body Art: Palm Part: Samsara Recoil]

Azazel’s palm rose from below, his hands flowing like water as the Destructive Energy around his palm brightened while he charged it with power. Without missing a beat, he settled into a stance as he drew a circle in midair with his hands, each moving in the opposite direction to complete the circle.

The moment he did, a gigantic red circle filled with archaic markings and runes appeared before him. Without missing a beat, he pushed the circle forward. The moment the gigantic red circle tore forward, everything in its path was destroyed by default. It didn’t matter whether it was matter or not; as long as it existed, it was destroyed, with even atoms failing to escape its annihilating power.

Azaron didn’t even need to deliberate. He knew that if the attack touched him, he would suffer catastrophic injuries, and the past had already taught him that lesson.

Ender hummed in his hands as the Void cloaking him extended to his spear, the weapon screaming with the power Azaron poured into it, demanding even more. Azaron obliged, pouring additional power into it without hesitation.

The moment the red circle closed the distance, Azaron raised his spear towards the sky, his Astra Energy surging to an outrageous scale. Then, without a shred of mercy, he brought it down as his lips parted.

[Ending Spear Technique: Void Style: Reality Deletion]

The moment Ender was swung down, an incomprehensible and unfathomable darkness of pure, pitch-black energy erupted outward from the weapon, spreading in all directions except forward like a wave. It was as though ink had been poured into reality itself.

And true to the name of Azaron’s Spear Technique, Reality Deletion erased every single thing in its path as it surged forward without shape or form.

A circle that destroyed everything. A wave that deleted everything in its path. Both possessed ridiculous power. Both were unleashed by ridiculous beings.

The moment the two attacks slammed into each other, the world of Crymora seemed to pause for a moment, as though it needed time to reflect on its existence. It was almost as if the world wondered whether it had done something wrong by allowing these two monsters to be born.

Time fractured back into place, and a cataclysmic force of Armageddon was unleashed upon reality. Reality fractured, cracked, and then collapsed completely. The world seemed to reduce to smears of threads, as though reality itself was questioning whether it was nothing more than an illusion.

Only one word came to mind when witnessing the scene and the pure devastation these two caused: Holocaust.

Time fractured in tandem, as in some places it accelerated while in others it slowed, leaving even Time itself confused.

The scale of their destruction had reached an all-time high. Twenty million kilometres and rising.

Through the echoes of the battlefield, the two of them appeared once more. Their bodies were battered with injuries, as neither the Void nor Destructive Energy could save them completely. Their bodies bled as they panted heavily, their blood dripping onto the scorched earth.

This time, they couldn’t regenerate. The Void and Destructive Energy were restricting each other’s regeneration. It wasn’t anything new to them, as this had happened the last time they fought.

From this point forward, it was simply a battle of attrition. Who could endure more and deal the most damage?

Azaron didn’t hesitate. He transitioned into another world-warping attack, as though he possessed an infinite supply of Astra Energy.

The Void gathered on his fingertip as he pointed it forward, and the next moment, a gigantic black hole formed before him. But unlike before, when he could use it to suck everything into itself through sheer gravitational attraction, he did something different this time.

His right hand flickered as he threw the black hole forward towards Azazel.

Azazel didn’t take a step back. He stepped forward instead, his Destructive Energy spiking to another level of danger. His centre of gravity shifted towards his waist as he immediately shot forward and punched at the black hole.

The moment the black hole met Destructive Energy, the two seemed to enter a stalemate. Blackish-red lightning crackled outwards from the point of contact, and the next moment, the black hole finally collapsed completely.

There was no gravitational blast wave or anything of the sort, as Destructive Energy had simply destroyed everything, leaving nothing behind.

Azazel’s head whipped towards Azaron’s location, but Azaron was no longer there. He had appeared behind him, jumping out through a Vacuum Pocket of his own creation. The moment Azaron appeared, gaseous particles gathered between his palms.

Azazel’s animalistic instincts sensed the danger, and his reaction was immediate as he shot forward, his body turning in a single motion as he instantly erected a wall of Destructive Energy, allowing a staggering amount of it to explode towards Azaron.

Azaron’s grin widened as he uttered a single word the moment he finished his gaseous combination.

"Supernova."

A dazzling white light erupted with the force of a literal star. Its power streaked outwards to meet the Destructive Energy exploding towards it.

With a boom, both sides collided, and without much contest, the Destructive Energy collapsed completely, as the power of the star was simply too great for it to destroy within such a short amount of time.

And with that, the remaining force continued forward, slamming into Azazel’s wall of Destructive Energy. Cracks instantly began to spread across the wall as it threatened to collapse.

Azazel dared not remain in place. He immediately moved, but the moment he did, Azaron’s voice came from the side as the man jumped out from another Vacuum Pocket.

"Spatial Lock."

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