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Chapter 1878 Same Attacks!
Two beams of light descended from above the arena. One fell upon Max Morgan's pillar, and the other fell upon Aurelian Lareth's.
The moment both lights touched them, the entire Divine Realm seemed to grow still. This was not like Max's battle against Rakan, where everyone had wondered whether his body could challenge the first Warlord of the War God Palace.
It was not like his battle against Kaiden, where the mystery of the Void Genesis Art had captured the attention of every space cultivator. This battle carried something much colder, much deeper, and far more personal.
Max Morgan stood against Aurelian Lareth. The black dragon genius faced the Divine Son of the second elven faction. The one who had risen like a monster through every stage of the Cosmic Ascension Conference now stood opposite the one who carried golden-white divine light and the prestige of a royal elven faction upon his shoulders.
Max appeared on one side of the central stage with his white hair falling around his face and his expression calm and unreadable.
No Emotion Severing Path appeared, and no Divine King Punishment rumbled above him. No dragon scales covered his skin, and no Draconic Essences roared through his body.
He looked almost ordinary compared to the terrifying pressure he had shown against Rakan and Kaiden, yet no one in the arena dared believe anymore that his calmness meant weakness.
Aurelian appeared opposite him. Golden-white light flowed around the Divine Son like a sacred robe. His pale golden hair drifted gently behind him, and his eyes shone with the cold pride of a man raised to stand above others.
Even after his loss to Damian Voss, his bearing remained noble, arrogant, and sharp. The Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline within him stirred faintly, and the moment it did, Max felt something inside his own body answer.
Aurelian felt it too, and his gaze turned colder.
Neither of them needed to speak the truth aloud. Aurelian already knew what he carried, for he had always known. He knew the source of his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline had once belonged to Max, and he knew that Max had uncovered that truth.
That was why the tension between them had never been simple hatred. It was a silent war over ownership, over identity, and over the right to stand beneath the name of divine light.
By now, Max's own Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline had almost fully reawakened. The wounds left behind by the theft had healed enough that his light could circulate through his body with stability and brilliance once more.
His Dimension of Light had also grown stronger, rendering most light-based attacks meaningless against him. Yet one thing was still missing. The source itself remained inside Aurelian, and only by reclaiming it could Max's bloodline truly return to completeness and evolve toward its real peak as a true Divine Bloodline.
Across the stage, Aurelian regarded him with a faint, cold smile.
"So it finally came to this."
Max looked at him calmly. "Yes."
Aurelian's smile deepened, and there was no ignorance in it. There was only arrogance, defiance, and a frigid refusal to bow his head before the original owner of the power he carried.
"You have been waiting for this battle for a long time," Aurelian said.
Max's eyes stayed calm. "So have you."
Aurelian's golden-white light burned brighter. "Do not think that knowing the origin of something means you can take it back."
Max looked at the light surrounding him, and for a moment his expression turned cold enough to make even the air above the stage feel heavier.
"It feels strange," Max said quietly.
Aurelian narrowed his eyes. "What does?"
Max raised one hand and watched a faint golden-white glow bloom in his palm. "Feeling something inside me answer from across the stage."
The words were vague enough that the crowd could not grasp their true meaning.
To most spectators, it sounded like a mysterious resonance between two similar light-based powers. But Aurelian understood exactly what Max meant, and because he understood, his expression grew colder still.
"You speak as though bloodline alone decides ownership," Aurelian said. "Power belongs to the one who can wield it."
Max smiled faintly. "Then prove that it listens to you."
Aurelian's eyes sharpened. For the first time, a trace of anger surfaced beneath his noble expression. It was not because Max had exposed the truth. It was because Max had touched the one fear Aurelian never allowed himself to admit.
What if the stolen power had never truly accepted him? What if it obeyed only because the original owner had been absent? And what if, now that Max stood before him, the bloodline inside his body remembered?
Aurelian slowly raised one hand as golden-white light gathered in his palm.
"Then watch carefully," he said coldly. "I will show you who stands above this light now."
Angelina Valerius raised her hand.
[Battle Begins.]
Aurelian attacked instantly.
"Heavenly Luminance, Sacred Spear Rain."
Hundreds of golden-white spears formed in the air and plunged toward Max like divine punishment.
Each spear carried brilliant sacred power, sharp enough to pierce defensive barriers and pure enough to burn away darkness, curses, and corrupted energy. Against most opponents, an opening like this would force an immediate defense.
Max did not move. He only raised his hand, and golden-white light gathered around his fingers.
"Heavenly Luminance, Sacred Spear Rain."
The same attack materialized above Max. Hundreds of golden-white spears took shape in the air, nearly identical in structure, rhythm, and radiance to the ones Aurelian had summoned.
The only difference was that Max's light felt quieter and purer. It was less domineering and less forced, and somehow it felt more natural.
The two spear rains collided in midair.
Boom!
Golden-white light exploded across the stage, and countless fragments of sacred radiance scattered like broken stars.
The arena froze.
"He used the same technique?"
"That was Heavenly Luminance!"
"Max Morgan can use Heavenly Luminance power too?"
"How is that possible?"
Aurelian stared at Max, and his expression shifted for the first time.
Max lowered his hand calmly. "Surprised?"
Aurelian's golden eyes went colder. "You copied my technique?"
Max shook his head. "No."
He raised his hand again.
"Heavenly Luminance, Sunwheel Descent."
A golden-white sunwheel blazed into existence above Max and spun toward Aurelian with terrifying speed.
Aurelian's face hardened, and he summoned his own wheel at once.
"Heavenly Luminance, Sunwheel Descent."
The two wheels crashed together, and the impact rocked the stage. Both sunwheels shattered in the same instant.
Aurelian stepped back half a pace, not because he had truly been hurt, but because the shock in his heart had disturbed his rhythm. He could accept that Max was strong. He could accept Max wielding strange sword paths, dragon power, dimensional ability, and even the Void Genesis Art.
But watching Max command Heavenly Luminance techniques with such natural control struck at something far more fragile inside him. That light was supposed to be his symbol. It was his status, and it was his proof that he was the Divine Son.
Max watched him quietly. "Try something stronger."
Aurelian's face darkened.
"Heavenly Luminance, Twelve Sacred Wings."
Twelve golden-white wings unfurled behind him, and countless feathers of light streaked toward Max from every direction, filling the stage with radiant blades. The attack was fast, dense, and oppressive, and every feather carried cutting force, burning heat, and purification power together.