The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2127: Beyond rage

The elbow came fast and sharp, slicing through the air like a blade.

But just before it could connect, Cain shifted his stance, striking upward beneath the joint. The motion diverted the Neo-Angel’s force skyward, sending the elbow glancing harmlessly over Cain’s head.

A flare of golden light ignited in Cain’s eyes. For a fraction of a second, he could see it — a new Flow Point pulsing in Bradley’s left shoulder.

He struck instantly.

The blow looked weak — almost weightless — but inside the Neo-Angel’s divine body, the result was catastrophic.

Two streams of internal energy collided, diverging from their natural paths and crashing violently into one another. The reaction was devastating. Muscles tore, bone cracked, and divine sinew shredded apart from the inside.

Bradley’s stance faltered.

Cain followed up immediately. His next punch slammed into Bradly’s jaw, sending the Neo-Angel’s massive body rising off the ground. Cain spun, his motion fluid, and drove a tornado kick into Bradly’s chest, hurling him backward in a violent roll across the obsidian plain.

The Neo-Angel hit the ground hard, shattering the crystal surface beneath him. He barely regained his footing before Cain was upon him again — relentless, silent, unstoppable.

Bradly threw a rising punch, but Cain’s mastery of the Flow made the motion predictable. He caught the arm, twisted it, and redirected the force downward, slamming Bradly’s head into the ground with bone-rattling force.

"BOOM!"

The Neo-Angel’s skull bounced off the ground. Before he could recover, Cain’s foot came down, connecting with the side of his head and driving him even deeper into the fractured crystal floor.

Dust and divine light exploded outward.

Even under that brutal assault, Bradly refused to fall. His defenses were monstrous — his flesh, a fortress. Yet every movement, every reaction he made, Cain anticipated and turned against him.

Hatred burned hotter within the Neo-Angel’s heart.

He attacked without thought, his emotions feeding his strength but dulling his precision. Each strike he launched was shifted, absorbed, and reflected back. His rhythm was broken, and Cain’s rhythm dominated.

It was like watching a storm destroy itself.

Cain’s golden eyes blazed brighter with each movement, each breath synchronized with the cosmic rhythm of the Flow. His heart stayed cold and sharp — yet deep within, a flicker of exhilaration stirred.

He was winning.

He was matching an Overgod blow for blow.

But just as he prepared his next strike, Bradly’s eyes flared with turquoise light.

"—!"

A shockwave of raw energy burst outward from his body, catching Cain mid-step and hurling him backward. The Neo-Demon slammed into the ground, skidding across the battlefield as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His momentum shattered — and in that instant, he felt it.

The Neo-Angel’s core had ignited.

Heat surged through Bradley’s veins, his divine pathways pulsing as if a sun were being reborn within him. The dull, unfocused fury that clouded his mind began to fade. In its place returned the terrifying calm of an apex predator reclaiming clarity.

Bradly’s breathing steadied. The wild rage in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something infinitely colder.

He glanced past Cain — toward the distance, where the faint silhouette of Meylin was fading into the horizon.

A cruel smile touched his lips. "That sneaky ant..." he muttered.

Cain’s instincts screamed in warning. Every fiber of his being sensed the danger rising again. He exhaled slowly, bracing himself.

He understood what was happening now.

Bradly was not just a brute — he was a master. His technique and raw speed were far beyond Cain’s. Even with all his mastery of the Flow, the only reason Cain had been able to dominate earlier was because of Bradley’s rage.

Meylin’s attacks had not merely scarred his flesh — they had silently scarred his mind. Every strike she’d landed carried an invisible pulse of psychic corruption, whispering chaos into the Neo-Angel’s thoughts, amplifying his wrath until he could see nothing but red.

That rage had blinded him.

But now, his Neo-Angel Core had purged the corruption. Neo-Angels were created to oppose the Depravitas — beings of order against beings of sin. Their cores could cleanse their minds, burning out psychic taint from within.

Now Bradly’s vision was clear. His pain meant nothing. His mind was silent.

His voice, when he spoke again, was devoid of emotion.

"Round two."

The words dropped like stones into the silence.

Then — an explosion.

Bradly kicked off the ground, the obsidian floor cracking beneath him as he blurred forward at impossible speed. His body became a streak of turquoise light, his precision now sharpened to divine perfection.

Cain barely had time to react.

The Neo-Angel appeared before him, fist already in motion — a strike so clean it seemed to split space itself. The energy around the blow vibrated wildly, frequencies fluctuating so rapidly that even Cain struggled to read them.

Golden light flared in his eyes. He predicted the vector a fraction of a second before impact and twisted aside, the punch grazing past his ribs.

Before he could counter, Bradley had already moved.

The Neo-Angel twisted mid-motion, his second strike coming from behind, cutting toward Cain’s skull like a falling blade.

Cain bent backward at an impossible angle, feeling the strike slice through his hair. His heart hammered once, twice — no time to breathe.

The next blow came instantly. Then the next. And the next.

Bradly was displaying the true mastery of Neo-Angel martial art — a continuous, perfect flow of motion where every strike created the next. Every movement was compact, deliberate, and precise, generating just enough space to transition into an even deadlier attack.

Cain’s Synchronization burned red-hot. Every eye moved independently, predicting trajectories before they existed. He was no longer reacting — he was surviving by pure instinct, his body a blur of motion barely keeping pace with the storm.

But every passing second brought death closer.

Each dodge cost him breath, each counter strained his body to the edge of collapse. If not for the earlier damage Cain had inflicted — especially the crippled Flow Point in Bradley’s left shoulder — the fight would already have been over.

It was like watching a butterfly dance within a tornado — a delicate defiance against annihilation.

And then the tornado finally caught him.

Bradly’s right strike feinted toward Cain’s temple. Cain dodged — perfectly — but that was what Bradly wanted.

The Neo-Angel’s left fist, the one Cain thought was weakened, snapped upward with monstrous power.

It connected.

The blow slammed into Cain’s sternum, the sound echoing like thunder across the battlefield.