Son of the Hero King

Chapter 726: King vs Demigod

There was nothing grand with the start of the fight, No clashing of aura, no flashy power-ups, or declaration of ultimate moves. Crossing the distance that separated them in an instant, Asura slashed at Sol with minimal movements, fully intent on putting him down for good. The slash was silent and deathly efficient.

It was a very simple movement at its root, but the power it contained was nothing to scoff at. An intangible force wrapped around his hand. The invisible force flickered according to his command.

Bang!

Sol’s body reacted first. He leaped, pushing off the air as if he were stepping on the ground, his body bent low.

He extended his arm, golden mana coiled along its length at his silent command. Dragon scales emerged simultaneously as he offered a command to both Lilith and Wukong.

Don’t come out yet.

Sol may have appeared reckless, but he was not stupid enough to let emotions cloud his judgment. He could feel it at the edge of his consciousness. Someone was observing them from the shadows.

No reason to expose my cards from the start.

The intangible force and the explosive power gathered in his draconic arm clashed. He blocked Asura’s attack, which was shot playfully, with his dragon scales.

He frowned as small cracks appeared on the scales. The cracks swiftly vanished, but that did not stop him from realizing that in a concept of strength, he had slightly lost.

This was not the first time for him. However, the realization was still deeply upsetting.

“Interesting. So this is a dragon? Your body is a true work of art.” Asura commented. The two were deadlocked in a power struggle, neither of them relinquishing control to the other. But Sol could feel that he was losing ground little by little.

Stronger than Kiyohime. About as physically strong as Wukong? He muttered to himself, analyzing Asura’s prowess. This was troublesome. Though not fully a demigod yet, Sun Wukong was undoubtedly one of the strongest beings in the Mortal World.

“I dislike the look in your eyes,” Asura said, catching the way Sol was analyzing him.

“What can I do? Looking at your ugly face makes me want to blind myself.” Sol jested with a quip. All of his wounds had already healed completely.

“Then let me blind you.” Asura immediately made the sword that was clashing with Sol vanish, causing Sol to momentarily lose his balance, then with his fingers gleaming, he pierced toward Sol’s face, ready to dig into his eye socket.

An aura of frost and ice covered Asura’s hand, freezing everything around them and causing Sol’s breath to transform into mist.

Sol was not one to let himself be caught off guard. While his position was awkward, a tail formed behind him and lashed violently at Asura. No elemental attribute could be felt, but the

The massive surge of mana from the Oni clashed with Sol, freezing the air between them. The powerful shockwave caused the clouds and the snow in their surroundings to vaporize in an instant.

Asura grinned as he felt his punch getting squarely blocked by a man who was so young he might as well have not even been a baby in front of his unending years of existence.

All the blades he was holding simultaneously vanished, and punches rained down nonstop in a relentless barrage of brutality.

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Sol countered in kind in a perfect display of martial arts. The fact that he was facing four arms did little to fluster him. He did not even need to use the power of his eyes to follow their trajectory.

After all those fights with combat masters such as Lilith and Wukong, it would have been an insult to them if he could not even easily track these half-hearted attacks.

As the fight dragged on, each hit of Asura increased in speed, accuracy, and power. If before, Sol was able to match him, the difference in power was slowly but surely increasing with the continuation of their exchange.

Despite the advantage he was steadily gaining, Asura felt no joy. His impatient and brash nature he had been trying to control, was leaking out, and he knew that the longer the fight continued, the higher the chance was of him losing control.

The simple fact that he had not even managed to put down Sol after all this time in a battle of fists and might was truly an embarrassing moment for a former god like him. The two of them had yet to use their Name or Concept, but he was a Demigod while his opponent was only a King.

What enormous potential!

Just thinking about that fact made cracks form on his indifferent expression. The speed of each of his punches more than tripled along with his rising temper and Sol’s defense was on the verge of breaking.

Thanks to his Chaos bloodline, Sol had a high resistance to magic that bordered on near immunity. But the man was not using magic or any fancy tricks.

It was pure, unadulterated physical power.

Sol blocked another punch, but his arm bent slightly under the force. He clicked his tongue and adjusted mid-air, spinning to the side and letting Asura’s next blow graze past his shoulder.

He did not waste even a single chance, utilizing the imperceptible opening.

His leg came around low and fast, slamming into Asura’s ribs. The Oni grunted, his body shifting back half a step in the sky, but there was no sign of pain— just growing excitement and anger.

Another arm swung in from above. Sol raised his forearm, parried, and shifted forward.

Palm strike.

Uppercut.

A knee strike to the gut.

Asura took it all, arms weaving in impossible motions to deflect Sol’s attack while pressing forward, putting pressure on the King of Humanity. One fist caught Sol in the ribs, sending a ripple through his scaled torso.

Sol did not even flinch at the full-on blow to his torso. He moved with the impact, twisting into a short-range elbow that slammed into Asura’s jaw.

Crack!

The Oni’s head jerked back, but he was already moving— two fists shot forward while a third wound up a punch from behind. Sol ducked under the first two, then twisted and grabbed the incoming arm by the wrist. Without waiting for even a moment, he pulled with all his might.

Asura’s body jerked forward slightly.

Immediately, he headbutted the former god.

The air cracked from the force, and for a moment, the Oni’s movements slowed for less than an instant.

Sol did not press on the opening. His expression remained calm, his breathing steady.

“I see,” he muttered. “You fight like someone who hasn’t had a proper match in a long time.”

Asura grinned through a bloody lip. “And you fight like someone who doesn’t know fear.”

“I don’t have time to fear people beneath me.”

The smile vanished.

Asura’s four arms blurred.

One punch to the chest. Another to the temple. A spinning kick followed by three fists striking from different angles.

Sol defended, countered, stepped off the air, and retaliated. But he was now on the back foot.

Even with his training, even with his bloodline and reflexes, Asura’s power was rising too quickly. Nay, rather, he was done with holding back, letting himself use more and more of his power.

Another strike slipped through and hit Sol’s jaw. He spun in the air, caught himself, and blocked the next blow with both of his forearms. The impact sent him flying back, clouds parting in his wake.

Asura did not chase after the young King.

He stood in the air, chest heaving slightly, steam rising from his skin.

“I wonder,” he intoned. “How long can you keep this up? I have seen some of your power. Where is your Light of Anihilation or your Proud Dimension? What about your Name and Concept?”

His eyes narrowed, “Did you perhaps truly think that you could beat me in just a contest of physical might?”

Sol steadied himself, wiping blood from his lip. He did not grace the former god with an answer. His eyes locked onto the Oni, his mind cold and focused.

There was no need for him to respond. Nothing to gain in it. His anger had long since simmered down, replaced by a desire to test himself against a new foe.

His training with his women or even Wukong was never enough. None of them had ever gone all out against him. So could not help but wonder, just how much did his body grow? Just what limit did he reach in his physique?

Right here, right now, he could truly test the limit of his strength, and there was no way he would give up on this chance.

Asura could instinctively read the emotions in Sol’s eyes. He understood that for some reason, the young man truly did not fear him.

Worse.

He was treating him like a test dummy.

“Haha…” A cold laugh escaped him.

How long had it been since he suffered such an insult?

He scoffed, “So be it. Let’s see how long you can hold on! O’ prince of humanity!”