The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1145

Chapter 1145: Meylin vs Oviron (II) Chapter 1145: Meylin vs Oviron (II) Everyone watching the battle couldn’t help but admire Oviron’s agility and skill.

His speed was undeniable, and his evasive maneuvers showcased his deep battle experience.

However, it was clear to all that Oviron had lost control of the fight from the very beginning.

Unless he did something extraordinary to regain momentum, the battle would end with him not even coming close to Meylin.

In a frantic attempt to dodge yet another barrage of violet swords, Oviron made a sharp move to the right.

This time, one of the blades grazed him, leaving a deep cut on his forehead.

The wound marred his handsome face, and with it, something inside the angel snapped.

Oviron’s expression twisted into pure rage, his angelic features contorted into something almost demonic.

His wings flared out with an explosive surge of power, and he shouted, “Enough of this!” In an instant, a thin mantle of white flames enveloped his body, raising his strength to an entirely new level.

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the white flames-similar to those that nearly killed him in his battle with Marya, but far purer and more potent.

‘That’s the power of the Oniric Truths one can attain through the Archangel Path!’ Cain thought, his gaze sharpening as he realized the shift in the battle and the immense rise in power Oviron had instantly achieved.

Oviron let the white flames explode from his body, unleashing a scorching shockwave in all directions.

The force was terrifying, and when the shockwave collided with the violet swords, it shattered every single one of them, blasting them into pieces.

The crowd gasped in awe at the power of the flames.

The violet swords, as durable as Middle-Legendary treasures, disintegrated with a single attack from Oviron, showcasing his immense power.

Despite a significant amount being used to fuel the shock wave, white flames still clung to Oviron’s form, flickering menacingly.

The rage in his eyes burned even brighter as he glared at Meylin, hoping to see her composed expression crack-to see fear or shock.

But to his dismay, the young saintess remained utterly calm, her tranquil gaze never wavering.

Oviron growled under his breath, his fury rising.

‘Hmph, let’s see if you can stay calm in front of this!’ His thoughts boiled as he raised his hand, gathering all the remaining white flames into a massive spear of blazing light.

“Apollo’s Spear of Judgment!” Oviron roared, his voice filled with righteous fury as he unleashed the spear.

The spear flew forward, its radiant heat scorching the very air as it shot toward Meylin.

The sheer intensity of the attack warped the space around it, creating a seal of heat and power that locked down the battlefield, making it impossible to dodge.

As the spear hurtled toward Meylin, the spectators-dragons, angels, and saints alike-held their breath.

Most thought the battle was over, but no one would blame Meylin for losing.

She had forced Oviron to use his trump card, summoning the power of the Oniric Truths-a move typically reserved for life-and-death situations due to the overwhelming toll it took on one’s soul.

However, Meylin’s eyes remained steady, unshaken.

Her expression betrayed no sign of defeat.

She raised her hands for the first time since the fight began, her aura swelling to an unimaginable level as the power of her own Oniric Truth emerged from deep within her soul.

The moment Oviron’s spear was mere milliseconds from striking her, Meylin’s hand moved.

A single, graceful motion sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

The fragments of the shattered violet swords, which had been scattered across the field, suddenly surged toward her.

In an instant, the shards reassembled before her, glowing with a brilliant light as they formed a barrier.

The violet barrier, glowing with a mix of moonlight and raw power, solidified just as Apollo’s Spear of Judgment collided with it.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” The impact sent a deafening shockwave across the arena, and the energy of both forces clashed violently.

Flames and violet light crackled in the air as the spear fought against the barrier, each pushing the other to its limit.

Oviron’s eyes widened as he saw the young saintess summon that barrier, its power breathtaking.

But he didn’t lose focus.

His soul force flowed into the silver spear, flooding it with golden flames and increasing its power.

For a brief, heart-stopping moment, it seemed as though Oviron’s spear might break through.

The heat intensified, and cracks began to form in the violet barrier.

But just when it seemed the spear would shatter the defense, the barrier pulsed with newfound strength.

Meylin’s eyes glowed with energy as she channeled every iota of her strength into the barrier.

The violet light exploded forward, shattering the flaming spear and disintegrating it into nothingness.

“Impossible!” Oviron’s mind and soul were assaulted with disbelief as his strongest attack was completely nullified.

Meylin stood on the other side of the barrier, her expression unchanged, as calm and composed as ever.

With a single wave of her hand, the violet barrier transformed into a raging tornado that dived toward Oviron with enough power to wipe out an entire city.

Oviron’s eyes widened, shock and fear clouding his face as he saw the incoming violet tornado.

Its power was more than enough to tear him apart.

However, just as he attempted to move, the backlash from using the Oniric Truth hit him, paralyzing his mind for an instant.

It was less than a second, but it was enough for the violet sword tornado to reach him, striking directly at the angel’s face with enough force to obliterate his skull and soul.

Of course, no such gory scene unfolded.

The energy of the Moon Heart’s crown immediately enveloped the angel, protecting him just before the tornado could strike.

The violet sword shards scattered in all directions upon clashing with the protective barrier, leaving Oviron unharmed.

Meylin smiled faintly as she waved her hand, transforming the sword shards back into violet moonforce and returning them to her body.

She stared at the shocked angel and spoke, “I win.

You lose.” With no further words, Meylin returned to the saintesses of the Moon Cult, leaving behind an arena filled with silence and awe.

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