The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1482

Chapter 1482: Fighting a Hybrid (I) Chapter 1482: Fighting a Hybrid (I) “Hybrid!?” Cain could hardly believe his ears when the Absolute Life Form System’s robotic voice pronounced that single, momentous word.

Shock rippled through him because, while hybrids were common and even seen as a natural progression in Aether, they were a grave taboo in the Nine Emperyans Suns Universe.

The xenophobic nature of that universe meant that any being who dared carry a mixed bloodline would face widespread condemnation, or worse-hatred and revulsion from nearly every power structure imaginable.

Yet here, within the legendary Sky Sovereign Tomb, stood a hybrid.

Even more startling, this hybrid seemed to belong to a highly influential organization, evident from the deference shown to him by those around him.  A flood of questions surged through Cain’s mind as he confronted not just the mysterious hybrid Atrox but also a fearsome woman from the Hell Clan.

Both adversaries advanced on him with unrelenting aggression, forcing him backward step by step.

He was already perilously close to the walls of liquefied fire.

The heat from that infernal substance licked at his back, threatening to consume him if he yielded even an inch more ground.

In that critical instant, Cain inhaled deeply, summoning forth the power of his Concept of Rage.

The effect was immediate and palpable: his muscles swelled beneath his armor, veins coursing with raw force.

His physical form grew, and each flex brought an exponential surge in strength.

Through gritted teeth, Cain met the flaming sword swinging toward him, bracing himself for the brutal impact.

“BOOOOOOOOOM!” A thunderous explosion reverberated through the platform.

Flames erupted in all directions when Cain0s spear slammed into the Atrox’s fiery blade.

The hybrid’s eyes widened with disbelief, clearly taken aback by the abrupt jump in Cain’s power.

He staggered, unable to maintain his stance, and was hurled violently backward by the sheer force of their clash.

Wasting no time, Cain spun on his heel to face the Hell Clan woman, who now appeared to be chanting a dark incantation.

Bending his knees, he launched himself forward in a low arc that sent cracks spiderwebbing through the floor beneath him.

The Spear of Doom wreathed Star Power gleamed in his hands as it dashed forward.

Seeing him rush toward her, the woman from the Hell Clan widened her eyes in alarm.

She poured all her energy into a formidable spell, causing the eerie visage of an octopus-like monstrosity made of ethereal flames to manifest behind her.

Its massive tentacles shot toward Cain in a frenzy of twisting, snapping limbs.

Despite their overwhelming momentum, Cain’s mastery of close combat allowed him to intercept many of these tentacles mid-swing.

Some he shattered outright with powerful strikes from the Spear of Doom; others he sidestepped in a blur of motion or redirected with the power of The Flow.

Although he avoided the worst of the physical onslaught, the woman’s attack still managed to reach him.

Tendrils of ethereal force attempted to bore into his consciousness, burning his consciousness, but Cain’s Concept of Rage cloaked his mind in a haze of wrathful energy.

This mental shield, fueled by pure anger, dulled external interference.

It also narrowed his focus and suppressed nearly all pain, turning him into a relentless war machine.

In only a few swift steps, he closed the distance between them.

His spear lashed out in a ruthless arc, aimed right at her waist with enough strength to cleave her body in two.

At the very last second, the Hell Clan woman wrapped her protective tentacles around herself, mitigating some of the blow.

Even so, she was flung through the air, landing with bone-jarring force on the far side of the square, blood trickling from her lips.

Cain’s eyes were still aflame with fury, but almost instantly, he felt the Power of Order coursing through him, steadying his racing thoughts.

Gradually, the savage rage in his expression subsided, and he regarded his foe with renewed clarity.

She was wounded-there was no doubt about that-but the damage was only superficial, showing the might of her defensive capabilities.

“Impressive,” he muttered under his breath, a note of admiration in his voice.

He had fully expected to neutralize her with that attack.

Yet the Hell Clan woman remained on her feet, somehow resilient against his onslaught.

Still, Cain had no intention of letting her recuperate.

Power pooled in his limbs once more, his muscles drawn taut as bowstrings.

With an explosive burst of motion, he lunged forward, the Spear of Doom radiating a searing glow of Star Power that singed the air around him.

However, before Cain’s attack could land, the Atrox reappeared, materializing between him and the women in a flash of blazing Star Force.

Blue flames flickered ominously in the hybrid’s eyes, and his entire body seemed to hum with condensed energy.

The power of the Concepts manifested around him like a tangible field-an invisible yet undeniable presence that thickened the air.

Although Cain saw the flicker of that Concept power, he couldn’t halt his forward rush.

He committed every fiber of his being to the single arc of his spear, releasing a roar of effort as he delivered the blow.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!” A colossal detonation of Star Power erupted at the point of impact, sending shockwaves.

Tongues of bright red and dark fire spiraled outward in a violent storm.

To Cain’s utter astonishment, a piercing pain jolted through his arms, as though he had struck an indomitable barrier.

It felt less like clashing with flesh and blood and more like colliding with a cosmic wall forged from the strongest substance in existence.

His bones rattled with the recoil, and for a moment, it seemed as though his forearms might fracture under the strain.

“The Concept of Endurance.

And developed to a level that can match my Concept of Gluttony…” That thought seared across Cain’s mind just before the backlash sent him stumbling several paces back.

Gritting his teeth, he fought to stay upright, slamming his foot against the ground to slow his momentum.

Fortunately for him, unleashing this potent Concept had cost the Atrox dearly.

It drained the hybrid’s Ego Wave, preventing him from following up with another onslaught.

Yet Cain’s reprieve was abruptly cut short.

Before he could regain his stance, the Hell Clan woman-now recovered enough to act-let out a guttural incantation.

She summoned her tentacled monstrosity once more, and this time, the creature’s slimy maw gaped open wide, spewing forth a torrent of spectral flames.

The ghostly fire closed in around Cain, creating a vortex of pale, flickering energy that assaulted not just his flesh but also his spirit.

A strangled gasp left his lips as the searing agony tore through him.

Physically, the fire did little more than scorch his armor and singe his already burned skin, but the spiritual impact was devastating.

Tendrils of spectral power wriggled into his consciousness, seeking to rend his very soul.

Even with the demonic might of Leviathan shielding his mind and his surprisingly robust soul force, holding back that assault was an excruciating trial.

Even amid the onslaught, Cain forced himself to remain keenly aware of his surroundings.

He flicked his gaze around the battlefield in rapid motions.

Both the enemy group and his own party were too deeply immersed in their own deadly struggles to notice him.

This afforded him a fleeting but invaluable moment of relative isolation-a narrow window of opportunity to act without interference.

Gritting his teeth, Cain channeled the energy of his Inner World.

For a scorching second, that power blazed forth, flooding the space around him with his unique aura.  The swirling lights and energies clashed with the spectral flames, causing cracks of arcane lightning to snap through the air.

Yet neither the Atrox nor the Hell Clan woman seemed to notice this surge of inner strength.

Their attention was fixated on what they believed to be Cain’s rapidly weakening form, now wreathed in curling wisps of ghostly flame.

From their vantage point, all they could see was a scorched figure crashing to the ground, battered and burnt.

Cain’s life force and soul force appeared to flicker dangerously, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

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