The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1413

Chapter 1413: Scarlet King vs Supreme Neo-Demon (I) Chapter 1413: Scarlet King vs Supreme Neo-Demon (I) Cain could not help but frown upon hearing Apex’s words.

Initially, he had considered this challenge almost trivial, assuming that as long as his opponent’s cultivation stayed within the Divine Ascension Realm, there was little risk to him.

Now, having caught the hint of caution in Apex’s tone, he banished any notion of taking it lightly.

He took a slow, deliberate breath, focusing on marshaling every ounce of power at his disposal.

His muscles tensed in readiness, the lines of his body poised for sudden motion.

Then, with a firm shout that echoed across the demonic plane, he made his choice clear.

“I choose to face one opponent!” Despite the underlying confidence that whispered he could handle three Peak Divine Ascension Realm adversaries simultaneously, Cain opted for what he presumed was the safest path.

Better to proceed methodically than expose himself to unnecessary peril-even if a part of him longed to prove his might in a more dramatic test.

Unfortunately, the very next words from the Samsara Lord made Cain’s brow furrow with confusion.

“You wish to face only one opponent instead of three.

You are brave.

Good luck, and try not to die.” There was a certain edge to that statement, an unsettling implication that facing a solitary foe could be far riskier than encountering three.

That notion clashed with Cain’s own assumption: Logically, fewer enemies should make it simpler.

Yet the ominous hint in the voice suggested otherwise.

A flicker of doubt passed through his mind, and he began to question whether he had misread the situation.

Before Cain could reflect further, three figures materialized in midair.

They were wreathed in absolute darkness, making it impossible to discern faces or attire.

All Cain could sense was that each one radiated a cultivation base equal to the Peak Divine Ascension Realm.

Yet it immediately became secondary to an even more impressive discovery.

He focused on the figure to the left and found an immense aura of physical might, as though the individual embodied pure brute strength.

There was no discernible spiritual or energy signature-only a raw, overwhelming sense of unstoppable muscle.

This one’s body feels like it’s meant for direct, crushing power.

Next, he turned to the figure on the right, an entity of near-total contrast.

There was hardly any physicality there.

Instead, Cain perceived a being made of pure soul force, ephemeral and ghostlike.

The moment he trained his senses on it, a surge of heat burned in his eyes as though a silent clash of souls had already begun-and he was not winning that contest.

Cain was forced to close his eyes momentarily, blinking away the pain.

If the left figure was the epitome of raw strength, this one signified mental or spiritual dominance.

Finally, he shifted his gaze to the figure in the center, only to feel his Space-Time Eye tremble under the weight of an indescribable presence.

Countless Laws orbited around that central silhouette, each exuding might that dwarfed Cain’s own mastery.

It wasn’t simply a matter of being proficient or having an affinity; it felt as if the Laws wanted to follow this entity, each competing for favor in hopes of merging with him.

Cain could not help but clench his fists.

He sensed enormous danger from all three, each representing a specialized and extreme domain in a single aspect of existence.  “Luckily, I chose only one,” Cain muttered, a shaky smile forming on his lips.

He tried to reassure himself.

If each of these three figures possessed such bizarrely specialized power, facing just one of them seemed wise.

But, the next second, the Samsara Lord’s earlier statement-labeling him “brave” for selecting a single adversary-began to make sense.

Under Cain’s astonished gaze, the three figures converged in midair.

In perfect harmony, they blurred into each other, melding seamlessly.

Pitch-black darkness swirled around them before receding, revealing the aftermath of this divine fusion: a single man with six arms and three faces.

The gloom that had cloaked them vanished, leaving behind an extraordinarily handsome figure.

He had short white hair, and his eyes burned like tiny supernovas, radiating an aura that seemed capable of sundering the heavens themselves.

“That is the asura from the Samsara Eternal’s Saga!” Cain’s eyes widened in immediate recognition.

He had caught glimpses of this man’s likeness in the Samsara Eternal Saga-the one that faced Venganza.

Despite some differences, Cain was certain the man was the Asura.

In reality, Cain knew this could not be the genuine Asura, whose power soared beyond the fathomable.

Yet that did nothing to quell the oppression he felt.

The clone still possessed traces of that figure’s monstrous might, enough to make Cain feel the crushing aura weigh on every cell of his body.

As if responding to Cain’s realization, the Samsara Lord addressed the dimension.

“Now, face your opponent-my right hand, the one I trust most in this universe-the Supreme Neo-Demon, Invictus!” Echoes of triumphant pride in the voice vibrated across the demonic plane.

In the same instant, small purple particles infused themselves into the Asura’s body, igniting a flicker of awareness in the man’s cosmic eyes.

“BOOOOMMMMM!” A deafening explosion erupted, and a massive pillar of dark purple energy shot out of this Asura, entwined with arcs of blazing white lightning.

Cain gaped at that display.  Now, there was no doubt in his mind that the Samsara Eternal that gave birth to the Neo-Demon and Depravita Races and the Samsara Lord that created the Samsara Arsenal were one and the same.

And now he would face that man’s right hand, someone who earned the title of Supreme in a race that was the epitome of power across the multiverse.

This realization nearly made Cain’s head spin.

If the real Asura’s power had ascended so far beyond mortal ranks, then even a fraction, constrained to the Peak Divine Ascension Realm, would be formidable enough to pose a dire threat.

A savage bolt of pressure tore at Cain’s chest, snapping him back to the present.

The monumental aura radiating from the Asura slammed into him like a physical blow.

Cain clenched his fists, bracing himself, even as a shiver of adrenaline coursed through his veins.

“Its Neo-Demon Aura is even purer than the one my Crimson World’s body had,” Cain murmured, detecting the energy that rolled off Invictus.

He was well aware of how dangerous such an energy could be-capable of enhancing the body, catalyzing Laws, and boosting fighting prowess exponentially.

But even if Cain felt apprehensive, he never considered outright surrender.

Relinquishing the fight would mean forfeiting the evolution of the [Samsara Arsenal Module].

He would never do that.

Cain took a deep breath, allowing the Power of Order to surge through his mind and soul.

He could not allow any distractions or his emotions to cloud his judgment.

To face the monster that was the Supreme Neo-Demon, he needed to become a monster himself.

The moment he opened his eyes, emptiness emerged from them, his emotion under complete and absolute control.

That was the might of the Scarlet King!

“ARRGGGHHH!” The Scarlet King roared, letting his Ego Wave surge into his Sacred Organs, magnifying his cultivation base.

The raw might of his Astral Origin and Essence Origin flared, pushing him to the zenith of his current capabilities.

Fire Star Power and the Indestructible Herculean Technique responded with matching fury, igniting something fierce in every fiber of his being as the power of the Laws raged around him.  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Redsunworld Check the comments to see the images of the Supreme Neo-Demon