The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1415

Chapter 1415: Scarlet King vs Supreme Neo-Demon (III) Chapter 1415: Scarlet King vs Supreme Neo-Demon (III) A roar of confusion and anger echoed in the Scarlet King’s thoughts as he recognized what had just happened.

“He tricked The Flow!?” The exclamation pulsed in his mind, matching the beat of his racing heart.

Throughout his countless battles, the Scarlet King had encountered adversaries capable of negating, nullifying, or blocking The Flow-his near-precognitive technique.

Yet never had he faced someone who went a step beyond that, someone who actually tricked it, feeding it false predictions.

But there was no time to dwell on the startling implications.

The Supreme Neo-Demon, an entity whose very presence roiled the atmosphere, had already closed the distance.

His fist, wreathed in flickering white lightning, came rushing toward the Scarlet King.

Instinct fused with discipline: the Power of Order coursed through the Scarlet King’s soul, burning away distraction, pressing any shock or surprise into a hidden corner of his mind.

This was survival at its rawest!

‘I can take it!’ His eyes grew razor-sharp as he watched the lightning-coated knuckles streak toward his chest.

Between the yang runes carved into his flesh and the Herculean Bastion fortifying his body, the Scarlet King believed he could handle a direct blow.

He had calculated the Supreme Neo-Demon’s destructive power, factoring in the difference between physical brute force and an actual Divine Transcendence technique.

Yet, in the very next instant, that confidence shattered.

The moment the Supreme Neo-Demon’s fist touched his chest, a surge of unthinkable pain tore through the Scarlet King’s entire body.

He let out a choked gasp, internal organs screaming in protest before a concussive force blasted him into the air.

He soared involuntarily upward like a broken projectile hurled from a catapult.

It took only seconds for him to regain control mid-flight, but in that brief time, a metallic tang spread across his tongue.

The Scarlet King frowned in confusion.

This single punch had inflicted more harm than an entire barrage of swords, each carrying Early Divine Transcendence power, had ever done.

How was it possible for a single blow to bypass the intense defenses that had repelled so many assaults?

However, he had no opportunity to reflect because the Supreme Neo-Demon appeared before him again.

That figure no longer possessed six arms-only two now-yet every punch still cracked the air like a detonating star, unleashing energies reminiscent of a supernova.

The Scarlet King gathered himself, focusing on blocking the oncoming barrage with his halberd.

Nonetheless, it became immediately clear that something had changed in the Supreme Neo-Demon’s body.

“He didn’t just dispose of the other arms,” the Scarlet King thought grimly.

“They fused into the originals, strengthening the muscle mass and bone density, making them much more powerful.” This realization explained the intensifying power behind each strike, but it failed to clarify how the Supreme Neo-Demon had caused so much damage with a single direct hit.

Moreover, The Flow-his greatest predictive asset-was no longer reliable.

Already, it had been tricked once, forcing him onto the defensive.

He lifted his magma halberd again and again, sparks flaring each time the weapon clashed with fists wrapped in raging lightning.

A deep frown creased the Scarlet King’s face.

Most of these blows felt standard-bruising but not life-threatening.

Yet occasionally, an identical strike, carrying the same outward energy, would make his entire body quake, the pain it caused exponentially greater.

These incongruities baffled him: Why did some hits do almost nothing, while others threatened to tear him apart?

It took several heartbeats of intense combat for understanding to flash across his eyes.

“He’s targeting my flaws!”  The concept of “flaws” was not new to him, as being able to detect them was a high-level Primordial Ability.

Everything in the universe, short of transcending reality’s principles, possessed weak points.

The more powerful and refined one’s cultivation, the fewer flaws remained.

Thanks to his training and hard work, the Scarlet King’s body had very few flaws.

Yet the Supreme Neo-Demon could see right through his defenses, striking precisely where his body’s structure offered the least protection.

“BOOOM!” Another blow slipped past his guard.

This time, it hammered directly into his chest, hurling the Scarlet King down to the scorched earth below.

A thunderous impact shook the ground, dirt, and debris exploding outward in all directions.

He coughed, reeling from the pain blooming in his torso.

Before the dust even settled, the Supreme Neo-Demon dove into the crater.

His eyes glowed with a merciless killing light; he had no intention of giving the Scarlet King even a moment to recover.

White lightning arced around his fist as it aimed for the Scarlet King’s rising form.

Yet just as that deadly punch was about to land, a hand cloaked in a majestic gauntlet shot forward and seized the lightning-covered blow.

For the first time since the battle began, the Supreme Neo-Demon showed real shock.

That single hand had halted his unstoppable momentum.

A split-second later, the Supreme Neo-Demon saw a spear crackling with dark flaming energy hurtle toward his face.

His reaction was instantaneous, born of lethal expertise.

He raised his left arm like a shield before the spear struck.

A horrible cracking echoed out as bones ruptured beneath the impact, and the Supreme Neo-Demon was blasted away, rolling across the terrain for thousands of meters, ripping colossal gashes in the earth.

Skidding to a stop, he buried his functional hand in the soil to regain control.

Blood trailed from the corner of his mouth as he focused on the dissipating dust cloud, where the Scarlet King now stood, draped in dark armor that concealed him from head to toe.

A massive spear glimmered in his grip, emanating an aura potent enough to pierce a miniature sun.

The Scarlet King clenched his fists, a complicated look tugging at his unseen features.

He had been forced to call upon his World Treasures, relying on their power to hold his ground against a foe who used no external weapon besides his own mutated body.

This admission stung his pride.

Still, the Power of Order quickly smothered any doubts or self-criticism, pushing him into calm resolve.

A savage glint flickered in his eyes.

He unleashed his Fallen Aura, letting it explode outward in a wave of dark, suffocating energy.

Without pausing, he lunged forward, the spear angled for a killing blow.