The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2462: Fourth Realm Asura Form? (II)

Cain’s body carved a long trench across the ground, the force of the impact tearing apart soil and stone along his path. Yet even as he was thrown backward, his control remained flawless.

With extreme precision, he made a small leap and twisted his body midair, dispersing the remaining momentum. The Scarlet King landed lightly, sliding a short distance before settling into a perfect battle stance.

Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. His brain still throbbed violently inside his skull from the blow, but his eyes remained sharp—cold, focused, and steady—as they locked onto the Royal Blutlinie spy.

The Quietus Force that had flooded Aerion’s body was being burned away.

White streams of frozen energy leaked from the man’s pores like mist, evaporating under an overwhelming internal power.

The source of that power was his heart.

It beat with a strength beyond anything Cain had ever witnessed.

Aerion’s heart burned like a miniature star. His veins glowed like solar flares beneath his skin, pulsing with incandescent light. Even the space around him bent under the immense pressure his body was generating.

Although the visual manifestation was different, there was no doubt in Cain’s mind.

He knew what this was.

And Aerion’s next words erased any lingering uncertainty.

"Asura Form!"

The moment the spy Royal Blutlinie shouted, his aura exploded.

Aerion vanished.

Cain barely had time to blink before the Royal Blutlinie appeared directly in front of him, his leg already sweeping forward in a devastating kick.

The Scarlet King raised his guard at the last possible instant.

The impact still blasted him backward.

The mass and density behind the strike were overwhelming, sending him flying across the battlefield like a meteor.

Cain clenched his teeth and immediately countered, slashing toward the approaching figure.

His blade cut through empty air.

A heavy blow crashed into his stomach.

Blood burst from his mouth as his body shot upward into the sky.

Then the true assault began.

Aerion’s speed had reached a level even Cain—whose own movement stood at the Peak Alpha–Omega Overgod tier—could not fully track. Explosions echoed across the battlefield as the Royal Blutlinie unleashed a relentless barrage.

Strike after strike landed.

Every punch.

Every kick.

Every movement.

Each carried compressed cosmic force, as if fragments of the universe itself had been packed into his blows.

Cain’s body was hammered through the air again and again.

Even as he endured the assault, his mind struggled to process what he was witnessing.

He knew that Asura Form was not unique to him. His brother could use it. The entire Masked Race of Origin Island possessed it.

But this—

This was different.

This was a new version.

A transcendent evolution that no longer relied solely on flesh and blood, but instead touched upon the fundamental laws that shaped reality.

"The Fourth Realm..." Cain realized.

His understanding of that level was still shallow, but he was certain of one thing.

The principles behind Aerion’s Asura Form had surpassed the Third Realm.

"CRACK!"

A brutal kick carrying the weight of a star slammed into Cain’s ribs, sending him hurtling high into the sky.

Less than a heartbeat later, Aerion appeared above him.

His hand opened.

Sharp karmic threads gathered around his fingers, glowing with lethal power.

Without hesitation, he slashed downward indicative of merciless precision.

The strike reached Cain’s collarbone, shattered what remained of his armor, and drove him straight into the earth.

The impact formed a massive crater.

The ground rose and split outward. Shockwaves rippled across the land as distant tremors spread like an earthquake.

Aerion remained hovering in the sky.

Bursts of fire ignited spontaneously around him, the surrounding air unable to withstand the heat radiating from his body.

"The ability His Highness passed down to me is incredible," he thought. "But it’s also extremely dangerous. Luckily, I succeeded. Now I can—"

"Hahahahaha!"

Before he could finish the thought, laughter erupted from the crater below.

Aerion frowned.

His gaze sharpened as he looked down.

From within the dust and broken earth, the Scarlet King slowly rose.

Aerion’s final strike had completely destroyed Cain’s chestplate.

Yet there were no wounds on his chest.

Confusion flickered across the Royal Bloodline’s face.

Cain didn’t care.

His laughter continued for several seconds before fading. When it stopped, his eyes turned cold—but the smile on his lips only widened.

"I came here only for the treasures you carry," Cain said calmly. "But you’ve shown me something I’ve always wanted... something I didn’t even know existed until now."

Aerion’s confusion deepened.

Cain continued.

"Asura Form is truly an incredible ability. But it’s also extremely taxing—especially if you don’t understand it properly."

His gaze locked onto Aerion’s chest.

"How long can you keep going before the walls of your heart begin to crack? Before your inferior blood vessels start to rupture? Twenty seconds? Twenty-five?"

Aerion’s eyes widened.

Shock surged through him.

"How do you know the drawbacks of my technique?"

Cain shrugged slightly.

"I don’t need to know everything," he replied calmly. "I only need to know one thing."

His eyes sharpened.

"You can’t escape anymore."

"If you don’t win soon, the backlash will hit. And when it does..." His smile turned faintly cruel. "Even a child will be able to kill you."

A storm of emotions flashed through Aerion’s eyes.

His heart pounded even faster.

His thoughts raced chaotically.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his full power and shot toward Cain, determined to end the battle immediately.

His speed was terrifying.

He crossed the distance in a single blink.

His fist drove forward.

And then—

Time seemed to slow.

A voice reached his mind.

"When using Asura Form, control over your emotions is essential."

Aerion’s vision sharpened.

Golden-scarlet eyes stared directly into his.

"Your heart is beating so fast that everything you feel is amplified," Cain’s voice continued calmly. "If you lose control... if you let fear or anger take over..."

The Scarlet King’s gaze hardened.

"Then you’re nothing more than a fool running toward your own death."