The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2146: Incredible display of The Flow

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he heard those words. There had to be a reason why the Crimson Exarch wanted him to be the last to face the Overseer, but no matter how he turned it over in his mind, the answer eluded him.

Taking a slow breath, he glanced at Meylin and the others. They share the suspicions of Cain, but it was also the best path for them. After a brief exchange of nods, the Neo-Demon turned toward the Exarch.

"I agree."

"Perfect."

The Crimson Exarch’s smile widened, sharp, almost luminous, but as he faced the Overseer, it faded. His expression darkened as if his soul had become a bottomless void. His emotions fell under absolute control, body, mind, and soul merging into perfect composure. Two sleek guns manifested in his hands, forged from divine material and through which the Light of The Flow marched perfectly.

The Overseer’s gaze gleamed faintly as he watched the Crimson Exarch advance. When the man crossed within a thousand meters, a milky-white translucent wall of force appeared behind them. Its surface was vibrating at a strange frequency that repelled all others, making it clear that none could interfere.

"Challenger cultivation base: Middle Archdeity," the Overseer intoned.

The moment the words left him, his energy began to shift, his form morphing until his cultivation matched that of his opponent exactly.

"Defeat me, and you will advance to the Eighth Ring.

The battle will not end until you defeat me, retreat behind the force wall, or perish.

The duel will begin in one minute... or upon your first strike."

The Crimson Exarch didn’t wait.

In an instant, the twin handguns fused into a single massive rifle, the weapon’s body engraved with pulsating golden runes. He began channeling power into it, both his own energy and the radiant Light of the Flow.

The weapon thrummed and glowed brighter with every second, the air around him rippling like liquid gold. Each heartbeat built toward detonation, the sheer magnitude of energy warping space itself.

Cain and the others, watching from the opposite side of the force wall, could only stare in awe. The amount of power gathered within the weapon had already surpassed the peak of the Archdeity realm in under five seconds — and it continued to climb, roaring upward.

By the fifty-fourth second, the rifle trembled violently as the accumulated energy reached the Alpha–Omega Overgod Tier. The might radiating from it was so vast that even Braldy and Tiramisu grew solemn, realizing that even at their full strength, they would struggle to endure such a strike.

If it were to land on a Middle ArchDieyt, no matter how exceptional they were, it would vaporize them. And yet the Overseer didn’t move.

He stood motionless, as if time itself had no claim over him, patiently waiting for the minute to pass or the first shot to come.

At the fifty-ninth second, the world exploded.

The Crimson Exarch fired.

A roaring energy cannon erupted from the rifle, splitting reality as it traveled. Space and time bent, collapsing in its wake, and in the next blink, it was already before the Overseer.

"Will it really end that fast?"

That thought rippled through the minds of both the Freedom Path and the Life Path warriors alike. The Overseer had lowered his cultivation to match the challenger’s, and though his skill was likely superior, the Crimson Exarch’s energy blast carried a force capable of wounding even Alpha–Omega Overgods such as Braldy or Tiramisu.

For a moment, it seemed the Overseer would be obliterated.

Then, he moved.

With blinding speed, he gripped his massive weapon and swung.

It was a strike that defied logic, a motion prioritizing precision over strength, speed over resistance. By all reason, the beam should have overwhelmed him. Yet under the stunned gazes of all watching, the energy cannon split cleanly in two, sheared apart down the middle.

Shock rippled through every heart.

Cain, however, saw more. Through the Flow, he perceived the secret: it was a refined expression of Divergence, not merely a deflection, but a division, splitting the beam’s path into twin streams that carved through the air on either side of the Overseer.

"An Art..."

The thought crossed Cain’s mind, but he had no time to dwell on it.

The two halves of the energy cannon spiraled outward, their trajectories twisting, and then, impossibly, turned back.

With a shriek of compressed energy, the twin beams curved through the void and streaked straight toward the Overseer’s back.

Somehow, the Crimson Exarch had applied Divergence to his own attack without physical contact.

It was a terrifying display of mastery.

The beams converged on the Overseer’s back, but before they could strike, he twisted his body. His weapon extended and, with a fluid, almost effortless motion, made contact with both streams.

The beams vanished.

Through the Flow, Cain sensed what had happened. The Overseer had absorbed the energy, channeling it into his weapon, transferring the attack’s power through his own body. The energy raced along his arm, reaching his right hand, and then, in the next instant, he fired it back.

The redirected blast surged forward, impossibly fast, far too quick for even the Crimson Exarch to evade.

But evasion was never his intent.

The massive rifle in his hands split apart, reforming into twin handguns. He aimed one at the incoming blast, and as soon as it made contact with his weapon, it faded.

The redirected energy vanished the moment it met the weapon’s barrel, absorbed into the gun, and funneled through the Exarch’s body. It coursed through him like liquid lightning, then concentrated entirely within his right-hand weapon.

In a flash, the Crimson Exarch fired again.

The blast, the same overwhelming energy, increased by the power of the gun, screamed back toward the Overseer.

Reality itself seemed to flinch.

And before even a heartbeat could pass, the weapon in the Crimson Exarch’s hand glowed crimson-gold, vibrating with impossible frequency as it began to synchronize with the essence of reality itself.