Son of the Hero King

Chapter 727: KING’s Name

He rushed in again, even faster this time. The air cracked behind him as he closed the distance between them. His four arms moved in perfect sync, each strike aimed to break bone and crush resolve.

Sol moved.

There was not even a single wasted motion in his movements.

He leaned aside, letting the first punch slide past his cheek. His foot pivoted in midair, and his body twisted with practiced precision. A punch shot forward and caught Asura in the stomach. The blow did not stop him, but it slowed him just enough.

Sol followed with a rising knee strike, slamming into the Oni’s ribs. Asura grunted ever so slightly, but his return strike came fast. A backhand aimed for Sol’s throat.

Sol raised his forearm, blocked it, and pushed off the air, flipping backward to regain some distance. He was unable to go far.

Asura was already on him again, fists hammering in a relentless barrage of brutal might. Sol met him head on. His arms blurred, blocking, parrying, countering each of the Oni’s assaults. The exchange grew tighter, faster, and more brutal with each passing moment.

Punch for punch.

Blow for blow.

Then Asura shifted.

One hand feinted a punch, another jabbed toward Sol’s throat, and a third came swinging around from the flank. Sol twisted, avoiding the first two, but the third hit home.

The punch crashed into Sol’s ribs. His body bent slightly, his breath knocked out of his lungs, but he did not retreat, not even once.

Instead, he stepped forward.

His right arm glowed gold, silver dragon scales pulsing on his skin.

He drove his fist straight into Asura’s sternum.

The Oni’s body jerked from the impact, a shockwave rippling outward and tearing through the mist.

Neither moved for a breath.

Then both exploded into motion again.

A flurry o

f attacks, limbs clashing, mana crackling between them. The sky shook from the sheer force of their exchange.

Sol could feel it— his advantage slipping.

Asura was not slowing down. His movements were getting tighter, his timing sharper.

This was not just physical strength.

It was his experience coming into play.

Skill.

A lifetime of battle condensed into every strike. Sol may have had the otherworldly talent that could surpass everyone in existence, but even he could not surpass the experience of someone who lived so much longer than him instantaneously.

Sol ducked under a sweeping blow and spun low, landing a solid kick to Asura’s side. He tried to press forward, but two arms blocked him, while the other two lashed out.

He dodged one punch and blocked another, but the third caught him square on the shoulder, while the fourth slammed right into his chest, sending him flying into the air like an overcompressed bullet. He caught himself midair, coughing once. His body ached terribly. His scales were getting beyond destroyed. His internal organs were a wreck.

But still, he did not draw power from his True Name.

Not yet.

He looked at Asura, who hovered across from him, chest rising and falling, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re stalling,” the Oni said. “Do you plan to call on your allies to fight me?”

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Sol did not deny those words. He wanted this god dead, and for that, Lilith and Wukong’s help would be necessary.

In fact, putting himself at risk now was beyond reckless.

However, the gleam in his eyes said something else. His battle lust had reached the summit.

His bones may break and blood may flow, but his desire to fight will never cease.

Asura’s smile widened. He recognized this thirst, this deep, unending desire for battle.

“I see,” he said. “So, you’re just like me.”

He lowered his stance slightly, four arms flexing, muscles tightening. The air around him trembled. “Finally, a worthy opponent. Our battle will be legendary.”

Sol did not respond with words of his own. His body moved on instinct.

He kicked off the air again, closing the distance in a blink. His fist collided with Asura’s forearm, the impact sharp and clean.

The second punch came low, aiming for the ribs. Blocked.

A knee shot upward. Parried.

Another fist swung from the left. Met by two of Asura’s at once.

The clash was brutal.

Each strike echoed like the loudest rumbling of thunder. Each blow sent shockwaves that ripped through the drifting clouds and scattered snow into whirling gusts.

Sol twisted his body, using his tail to spin in midair. He dropped low, kicked off the sky, and rose with an uppercut that barely missed Asura’s jaw.

Asura countered with a rapid series of jabs. Sol deflected two, dodged one, and took the fourth to the shoulder. His body reeled, but he stayed in close range, refusing to give the former god any ground to exploit.

Their limbs became a blur, the rhythm of the fight pushing beyond what most mortals could track.

Sol’s breathing quickened. The cracks in his dragon scales deepened, but his grin grew even wider, even more maniacal, even more hungry for battle. Fighting someone with four arms was proving to be a pain, but it felt so good.

He could feel his martial skills grow in real-time. His blood burned in his body like only a few times before.

This was it.

This was the feeling he had been missing ever since he came back from the Astral Realm.

Asura noticed.

“You’re insane,” he grinned manically.

Sol spat blood to the side. “You are not much better.”

He stepped in again. No tricks, no powers. Just fists, elbows, knees, and force of will.

Asura met him in kind. No techniques. No divine abilities. Only pure martial arts.

The two fought like beasts in the sky, neither yielding.

Below them, the peak of Qinglong Fang – once a silent, sacred place – crumbled under the pressure of their battle. Sections of the mountain had split apart, stone platforms reduced to rubble. Entire shrines were blown off the cliffs, their shattered remnants falling endlessly into the valleys below.

The clouds had been torn open, leaving wide, swirling gaps that exposed the blue sky above and the broken land beneath. Every clash between the two sent fresh shockwaves outward, clearing the mist like a storm front ripping through the heavens.

And in that moment, Sol did not care about strategy, survival, or the eyes observing him from the shadows.

All that mattered was the fight. This feeling.

And yet, as exhilarating as that moment was, Sol knew that it would come to an inevitable end.

“You should give up. You are no match for me if we continue like this.” Asura spoke, his wounds healing.

He was losing.

His body, refined to the peak, empowered by dragon blood and his powerful mana, stood on even ground with Asura’s. Blow for blow, he could match him.

But he could not surpass Asura. Not as he was now.

Sol’s strikes carried weight. His speed was sharp. His technique, honed through months of brutal training, held no flaw.

But Asura was still faster. Still stronger.

He fought like someone who had broken through every wall Sol had yet to face. A creature born of war and endless experiences.

Sol knew. Instinctively, he knew that he should be satisfied with the results. After all, he was only a King. He had obtained his True Name less than two months ago! And here he was, fighting against a Demigod.

For anyone else, this should have been a source of pride. A feat beyond imagination.

He should be happy, right?

HE HATED IT.

Not because he was losing.

But because he had reached his limit.

And that—

More than anything else—

Was utterly unacceptable for him.

Sol exhaled, low and steady.

The air trembled.

His heartbeat echoed like a drum of war.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Golden light pulsed beneath his skin.

The cracks in his scales stopped spreading. Then, slowly— they began to glow.

Bright. Blinding. Defiant.

Asura paused mid-strike, eyes narrowing. “...What are you doing?” Instinctively, Asura took a step back.

Until now, he had not seen Sol as a threat, not for a single instant. However, things were starting to change rapidly.

Sol raised his head, his hair fluttered upward as if caught by the wind.

“You are right. It was arrogant of me to think that I could win against a combat-focused demigod with just my body.” He admitted his hubris and his defeat. Humiliating as it was, this was the undeniable truth.

The world responded.

Thunder roared in the distance.

The clouds that had parted were now being shoved aside completely, revealing a burning light high above— not the sun, but something else. Something older. Hungrier. Like a giant eye observing the entire world.

『 Dimension Encroachment -::- The World 』

A ripple spread through reality, as if the world itself had blinked, and now the two of them found themselves isolated from all prying eyes.

Sol looked up. His irises were no longer blue nor were they gold.

“Stand proud, Asura. You are strong.”

A beautiful rainbow hue flowed out of his iridescent eyes.

“This is why I will go all out to erase you from this world.”

Sol’s aura ignited.

It was not a flame. Nor was it lightning. No…

It was pure annihilation.

The sky fractured again.

Golden pillars of power erupted around him, shooting upward like celestial spears.

The mountain below cracked in every direction as gravity distorted under the weight of his awakening.

His dragon blood howled.

His mana surged beyond containment.

His very presence pressed down on Asura like a collapsing sky.

And then—

His Name stirred.

It had been waiting. Watching. Dormant.

Now, it answered.

“My name is…”

｢DEUS!!!｣