Son of the Hero King

Chapter 780: Whooping

A hush swept across the battlefield. The ease with which the events transpired just made the demigod pair’s earlier struggle seem almost meaningless.

Ambrosia stared blankly. Lilith blinked lamely. Even Euphoria, somewhere beyond the void and hiding her presence, had gone silent. The only person in the premises who was nonchalant with Sol’s display was none other than Echidna. Her eyes were entirely locked in on Euphoria. The goddess could not hide herself from the madwoman’s gaze, and her gaze never left the goddess’ shimmering form. The madwoman was about to watch every atom that surrounded the goddess.

Sol let his hand drop to his side, the light iridescent, kaleidoscopic radiance from his eyes and taking on the simple rainbow hue.

“Done.”

Ambrosia crossed her arms with a huff, eyes twitching with annoyance and frustration. “I really, really hate Dimensional Mages.”

Lilith winced as she sheathed her sword. “Show-off,” she muttered through a half-smile, blood still trickling down her lip from the strain she had put on herself just to cut off the meteor.

Sol grinned, utterly unapologetic for his showing off. “You love it.”

Ambrosia’s eyes twitched dangerously now, frustration growing more and more into annoyance. “I’m starting to miss the days when you could barely form a stable Gate without collapsing on your knees into a heaving mess.”

“Growth is painful, I know. I had to become cooler, after all.” He snapped his fingers playfully again, “Can’t let my girls down and all that jazz.”

“You are growing too fast.”

“Am I? I, for one, feel like I am not doing it fast enough given the current situation.” The smile slipped from his face.

"How touching." The voice did not echo from one direction. It came from everywhere at once— a cacophony of joy and madness woven together in a tapestry of melodious noise, a paradox of sound. The sky rippled, colors bleeding into one another like watercolors on wet canvas.

“You think your puny tricks are enough to impress me, Dimensional Mage?" Her laughter was wind chimes made of shattered glass, a blissful screech and whines in one’s ears. "I am the embodiment of ecstasy, the apex of sensation. I am a goddess!”

Her voice, while still powerful, carried an edge of strain. A tremor that was not present before. Blood still dripped from where Lilith's blade had carved through her divine flesh, and the reminder of her wound made her anger and hatred surge like a boiling tsunami.

She was infuriated that Sol had managed to erase her attack so easily. The world was starting to reject her, and the amount of divine power she could use was dwindling since she had no believers to her name at the moment. The speed at which she could replenish her divinity in the Mortal Realm was simply too slow.

The wound Lilith inflicted on her was also more troublesome than she had imagined. Even now, they were reopening.

I need to leave. At the end of the day, her goal was ultimately to find a way to get back her Divine Kingdom and establish her godhood permanently.

Sol's expression hardened to stone. The playfulness evaporated like morning dew under a scorching sun. "Yeah? Well, I've got a sensation for you to feel alright."

Ambrosia's hand shot out, trying to stop him. "Sol, wait—"

But before she could say more, Echidna intervened and stopped the Mother of All Witches instead. “Just watch.”

Sol ignored their interaction, eyes trained on the goddess that had finally revealed herself. “You know, using laws and concepts, and everything abstract is fun. Bending space, opening portals, playing with the fabric of reality. It's all very, very impressive.”

His voice was calm now, almost conversational. The mana around him began to coalesce, visible to the naked eye as ribbons of pure power wrapped around his limbs like chains of starlight.

He cracked his knuckles, each pop echoing like small isolated explosions.

"But what I like most—"

His aura exploded outward, a pillar of radiant energy that pierced the shattered sky where his Void Gate had devoured the meteor and the atmosphere alongside it.

"—is punching things hard."

It was time to test his new martial arts.

｢ Mana Burst -::- Overdrive Ignition ｣

The world screamed and wailed along with his evocation.

Every particle of mana within a hundred-meter radius rushed toward Sol like iron filings to a magnet. His body became a furnace, heat waves distorting the air around him and ripping through the fabric of reality. The ground beneath his feet cracked and crumbled, unable to withstand the sheer pressure of his power and insurgent aura.

Sol gave a wild and feral grin as he shifted into position.

His left foot slid behind his right in a perfect martial stance, weight distributed with absolute precision. His right hand followed suit, pulling back until his fist was level with his hip. Every muscle in his body tensed instantly, from his calves to his shoulders, creating a kinetic chain of devastating potential energy.

Euphoria's expression shifted. For the first time, something other than manic joy crossed her features.

Uncertainty.

"What are you—"

And just before the goddess could close or widen the distance, Sol threw a simple jab.

｢ Collapsing Fist -::- Super Nova ｣

It was but a simple punch thrown haphazardly at empty air.

An action that was aimed at no one, yet capable of striking anyone.

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Echidna knew this technique well.

Because she had seen it before when he had trained in his dimension.

With one second, it could shatter the ground.

With five seconds, it could break the sky.

With ten seconds, it could overturn the world.

The fist was swung with perfect form and trajectory. Hip rotation, shoulder engagement, and the full twist of his core. But the real mastery did not lie in the physical strike itself.

It was in the mastery of space and dimension itself.

Two portals manifested and opened at the exact same instant. One directly in front of his fist, and another right before Euphoria, expanding to the size of a dinner plate.

The goddess's eyes went wide as the fist went through space and connected perfectly with her face.

!!!

With a deafening roar, everything was swept away along the fist’s trajectory.

The portal acted as a force multiplier, compressing and accelerating the punch's kinetic energy through a dimensional tunnel. What emerged on the other side was not a mere simple jab. It was the physical manifestation of the concept of destruction itself.

The ground shattered open as if its shell had been obliterated from the inside out, chunks of earth the size and mass of whole buildings launching into the sky. The air vibrated, creating a rough explosive noise that rolled across the battlefield like the choing thunder that followed the divine punishment from an angry god. The world within the range of his punch momentarily became a vacuum, all air molecules ripped away, leaving nothing but absolute void— nothingness, the abyss.

Euphoria's head snapped back with sickening force, her ever-shifting form solidifying just long enough to register the impact. Her expression froze in shock, mouth open in a soundless scream.

And then—

BOOM—!!!

Following the delayed, ear-splitting explosion, gray dust scattered in all directions, creating a mushroom cloud that blotted out the already fractured sky. The shockwave rippled outward in visible rings, flattening what little remained standing on the battlefield.

When the dust began to settle, Lilith lowered her arms, which had been shielding her face from the onslaught of dust, debris, and an explosive aura that threatened to consume her. "This is unbelievable."

The annihilation was there for all to see.

The world, utterly obliterated, with nothing left where Sol's fist had struck.

A massive cone-shaped crater formed in the ground, perfectly symmetrical, as if a giant ice cream waffle had been carved from the earth. The walls of the crater were glass-smooth, the rock and soil superheated into obsidian by the friction of displaced air.

Overwhelming power.

Sol stood at the edge of the crater, his arm still extended, steam rising from his body in visible heat haze similar to superheated materials in contact with ice water. His breathing was heavy, but his eyes remained locked on the center of the devastation.

Ambrosia watched the result of the destruction Sol caused. In terms of pure power, this was actually weaker than his Prototype Light of Destruction. But that had been a power brought about from the manipulation of Laws and Concepts.

What happened right now, however, was different. Pure physical power. She did not even know that something even close to this display was possible for anyone outside of Titans.

Echidna, meanwhile, simply massaged her brows. The chimeras had already long fled the surroundings. Survival was etched in their genetic code. But it still felt bad seeing her capital getting erased from the map one strike at a time.

Then again, Lilith and Ambrosia had already erased more than two-thirds of her home by themselves.

For a long moment, there was only a haunting silence— a silence that made one not breathe in anticipation of what was to come.

Then, from the depths of the crater, a sound emerged. Euphoria, her face smashed and slightly disfigured, rose. Her expression was filled with even more confusion than Ambrosia's.

Since Sol had not mixed the jab he threw at her with any particular concept, she was able to heal rather easily. Yet a pure physical manifestation of power should not have managed to even go through her defense in the first place.

Sol did not give Euphoria any chance to think things through either.

He was already moving long before Euphoria had even emerged, his body flickering between positions as he opened small portals with each step, turning a simple dash into a dance of teleportation brilliance. One moment, he was at the crater's edge, the next, he was airborne, and in the next, he was behind Euphoria, fist already cocked back, ready for another strike.

Euphoria forced a laugh and spun with inhuman grace. Her arm extended, fingers trailing ribbons of iridescent light that solidified into whip-like tendrils. They lashed out, each one singing with a different emotion – joy, sorrow, rage, love – all weaponized into pure sensory overload that could make anyone disoriented and immobile.

Sol's portals opened reflexively, swallowing the tendrils and redirecting them back at her from six different angles. She danced through them like it was a game. The punch she received had hurt a lot. But if that was all the boy before her was capable of, then she had nothing to worry about. She could just heal if necessary.

Sol snarled, opening a portal beneath his feet and dropping through, emerging from a portal opened directly above her. His fist came down like a meteor, wrapped in compressed spatial energy that made the air itself scream and wail, distorting reality in its wake.

｢ Collapsing Fist -::- Falling Star ｣

The impact cratered the ground again, sending shockwaves that knocked Ambrosia and Lilith off their feet, even from their distant position. But Euphoria had caught his fist – actually caught it in her clutches – her fingers wrapped around his knuckles with impossible strength that belied her fragile form.

Her face was inches from his, eyes blazing with manic delight.

“You can fight as much as you want, but you cannot win. You are just a puny King.”

Sol's other hand came up, palm flat, a portal already forming in front of it. “Your brother thought the same, and now he is dead.”

｢ Collapsing Fist -::- Point Blank ｣

The blast of compressed air and mana erupted at zero distance. A sphere of annihilation that had the intensity and destructive capability to tear through anything in existence. The explosion sent Euphoria flying backward, her body carving a trench through the devastated earth for hundreds of meters before she finally skidded to a stop.

Sol landed, steam still rising from his body. He clenched his hand and nodded.

The test is done. This martial art fits me well. It’s worth developing and mixing with my concepts later.

He had always been jealous of Lilith and Lilin's sword arts, the way they flaunted their bodies with techniques that were incompatible with him. So he had been working on something that would fit his fighting style. It was still crude, but it would evolve over time and evolve rapidly; he would make sure of that.

As for his opinion on Euphoria after punching her a few times?

She is getting weaker.

“You are less troublesome to deal with than Asura. I guess the world's rejection is growing with each second?” He taunted her with a mocking sneer, but he was being sincere here.

Though Euphoria was a goddess now, she was less of a counter to him than Asura, who had only been a demigod when they fought. In fact, Sol was the perfect counter for her.

Asura's ability to adapt and evolve mid-combat, to copy and counter techniques in real-time, had been a nightmare for him. He was also a madman who loved struggle and combat.

Euphoria, for all her divine power, relied on making the world itself fight for her. And against someone who could bend space, causality, and fate itself?

That meant very little.

Now that she was underestimating my attack and my means. Should I use the End to completely destroy her? Sol mused even as he watched her stand up, golden blood streaming from dozens of wounds.

Revealing that he lost his blessing was one thing. The goddesses would doubt him, but they wouldn’t make an enemy out of him.

Revealing the power of the End, though, was a whole different matter.

Can I capture her in my dimension? He immediately dismissed the notion. Euphoria could affect the world itself with her concept. Pulling her would be hard enough, and he still had no idea what consequences he would have to face for bringing her inside his dimension, his own world.

The Inverse World— his dimension was still unstable, still growing. Introducing a hostile divine entity could corrupt it, destroy it, or worse— give Euphoria access to the very foundation of his power.

Then there was only one thing left for him to do here.

"Lilith, Ambrosia." His voice cut through the settling dust, clear and commanding. "We are jumping her."

Ambrosia's eyes twitched, but a savage grin spread across her face at the prospect that was offered. "Finally. I was getting tired of watching you show off."

Lilith simply drew her blade, the Dragon-Scale Sword singing as it left its sheath. The molten gold in her eyes had spread further, consuming more of the purple hues of her original eye color. "About damn time."

She was still wounded and tired. But she was ready to fight.

Euphoria rose to her full height, her form solidifying into something more stable. More desperate.

"You DARE—"

"Yeah, we dare." Sol's rainbow hues locked onto hers. "Welcome to the Mortal Realm, goddess. Where even gods can bleed."

The battlefield shuddered beneath their power, air bending around them. Sol’s grin sharpened as he added, almost cheerfully, “Remember, this all started because you crashed my wedding. And I’m a very vindictive man.”

For a heartbeat, everything went silent— then, in the same breath, they moved.

To beat a god.