The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1434

Chapter 1434: Golden Lake’s First Fight (II) Chapter 1434: Golden Lake’s First Fight (II) The Anima’s eyes widened in horror as he locked onto Cain’s approaching figure.

There was no anger or even killing intent in the young man’s gaze-just cold detachment.

It felt like the gaze of a predator regarding prey not as a challenge but as a trivial nuisance.

Fear coursed through the Anima’s veins.

His energy flared wildly as he summoned a series of golden weapons, each one more massive and intricate than the last.

But no matter how much effort he poured into his constructs, they shattered like brittle glass under the relentless onslaught of Cain’s Spear of Doom.

Panic threatened to overwhelm the Anima, but salvation came in the form of the golden Godslayer Human.

Before Cain could close the final distance, the golden man appeared between them in a flash, his leg surging forward in a devastating kick.

The force behind the strike carried the might to sever even space itself.

Cain detected the attack before it fully formed, his heightened senses and mastery of The Flow alerting him.

Dodging would have been easy, but instead, Cain chose a different tactic.

Raising his spear, he met the kick head-on.

The collision reverberated like a thunderclap, and Cain used the impact’s momentum to propel himself backward, narrowly avoiding another barrage of golden weapons conjured by the Anima.

The golden man’s body trembled under the strain.

His breathing was ragged, each inhale searing his lungs as the burns on his body flared in agony.

Yet he gritted his teeth, suppressing the pain through sheer willpower.

There was no time for rest-Cain was relentless, and he knew hesitation meant death.

“He’s different,” The golden man muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on Cain.

“His raw destructive power isn’t overwhelming, but that weapon of his… it’s something else.

Its edge cuts through even my golden skin like it’s nothing.” His hand clenched into a fist as he forced his battered body upright.

“What’s even more dangerous,” he continued, “is his martial skill.

His techniques are leagues beyond mine-refined, flawless, deadly.” Turning his head slightly, the golden man addressed the Anima.

“Markus, keep attacking him from every angle.

Use everything you have to keep him distracted.

I’ll stop him from closing in and create an opening for us to take him down.” Markus, the Anima, nodded solemnly.

“Be careful, Willis.” Willis returned the nod before his golden aura exploded outward like a miniature supernova.

With a roar, he charged forward, accompanied by a torrent of golden weapons hurtling toward Cain at incredible speed.

Cain’s golden eyes glowed with the brilliance of twin suns, the energy of The Flow coursing through his entire being.

His movements were impossibly fluid as he dashed forward to meet Willis and the oncoming weapons.

The Spear of Doom spun in his hand, a blur of fiery light cutting through the air with deadly precision.

As Willis’s fist lunged toward him, Cain tilted his head at the last possible moment, evading the strike by a hair’s breadth.

In the same instant, he grabbed Willis’s elbow and pulled him forward, driving his knee into the man’s solar plexus with bone-crushing force.

The air left Willis’s lungs in a violent gasp, his body buckling under the blow.

At the same time, Cain’s spear spun around his head, shattering the golden weapons that rained down upon him.

Without missing a beat, Cain reversed the spear’s motion, striking Willis in the back of the head with its shaft.

The impact sent the golden man flying down.

The battlefield fell silent momentarily as spectators- allies and enemies-watched in stunned disbelief.

Cain’s mastery over his body and weapon was on full display, each movement executed with a level of precision that defied comprehension.

Even Peak Divine Transcendent Masters of the Astral Rebirth Path of Power would struggle to match such seamless control.

Far above, the man connected to the towering Titan Tower, as well as the Deus Behemoth in the form of a golden dragon, observed Cain’s performance with evident surprise.

The young man’s capabilities were far beyond what they had anticipated.

But Cain wasn’t performing for an audience.

He wasn’t interested in impressing anyone.

Every move Cain made, every technique he used, served a single purpose: misdirection.

By showcasing only fragments of his abilities, he planted false assumptions in his enemies’ minds, giving them a false sense of understanding.

When the time came to unleash his full power, they would be unprepared, and their only path would lead to death.

As Cain danced through the storm of golden swords, evading some and destroying others, he steadily closed the distance to Markus.

The Anima’s confidence wavered with each step Cain took, but he gritted his teeth and poured more energy into his constructs.

Just as Cain was second away from reaching striking distance, he felt Willis’s presence surge behind him.

The golden man had ignited the full might of his cultivation, channeling his Star Power to enhance his destructive force.

Simultaneously, Markus unleashed his ultimate weapon-a golden sword over a hundred thousand meters long, its blade glowing with apocalyptic energy.

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation.

The massive sword descended from the front while Willis attacked from behind, both opponents unleashing their full power in a synchronized assault.

Instead of retreating, Cain pushed forward.

The light of The Flow radiated from his eyes, making them burn like miniature suns.

His movements were calm, controlled, and deliberate as he stepped directly into the path of the descending sword.

Markus smirked, confident that Cain had no escape.

In his mind, the massive weapon would obliterate the young man in an instant.

But reality betrayed his expectations.

With his bare hand, Cain reached out and touched the tip of the colossal sword.

Using a deft twist of his body, he redirected its trajectory, sending the massive construct hurtling toward Willis instead.

Willis’s eyes widened in disbelief as the golden sword bore down on him.

He tried to react, but the speed and force of the redirected attack left him helpless.

The weapon struck him with cataclysmic power, sending his body crashing into the molten golden ocean below.

Markus’s confidence shattered as he watched his ally fall.

Desperately, he attempted to regain control of his spell, but before he could, a black projectile streaked toward him at blinding speed.

The Spear of Doom was upon him before he could fully react.

Markus twisted his body, narrowly avoiding a fatal strike, but the spear still landed on his right shoulder.

The impact obliterated his arm, sending the severed limb plunging into the molten lake below.

Pain erupted through Markus’s body as he staggered backward, clutching at the stump where his arm had been.