The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1534

Chapter 1534: Severing the arm Chapter 1534: Severing the arm The Tsunami of Vital Ruin was a truly savage and torturous ability.

At its core lay a heavy reliance on the Law of Life, generating that unstable infusion of life force that ravaged opponents from the inside.

The key to resisting it-if one existed-was to somehow wrest control of the chaotic life force before it shredded one’s body.

Of course, that was far easier said than done.

The most straightforward method would be to surpass the Law of Life control wielded by the caster, but Cain had no hope of outmatching a Third Realm master in that domain.

The alternative might be to cancel the Law of Life with the Law of Death, but that, too, was beyond his current abilities.

However, there existed a third path.

It was a long shot, the odds of success practically nonexistent, but at this desperate moment, it was the only option Cain had.

So he rolled the dice.

High above, the woman’s twisted grin betrayed her vicious anticipation.

She fully expected Cain’s body to explode from the inside within seconds as his organs and bones expanded to sizes his flesh could never contain.

Yet something happened that made her vicious sneer falter.

Deep in the infernal chaos engulfing his body, Cain began channeling his energy in a pattern reminiscent of some training technique- This approach that bordered on madness, given he was mere moments from death.

But as he mobilized his energy, channeling it in a rapid, organized manner, the organs and bones that were on the verge of bursting froze in place.

From the woman’s perspective, the sight was even more shocking.

The malignant expansions halted and then began to reverse.

The tumor-like bulges receded, and cells that had ballooned past the brink of destruction were now regenerating in a more controlled manner.

An eerie synergy flared in Cain’s flesh, burning away the overgrowth and absorbing the wild influx of life force.

‘How!?’ she screamed in her mind, reeling from disbelief.

She had never imagined a mere Soul Realm fighter could control the unstable life force at the heart of Tsunami of Vital Ruin.

After all, it was a Third Realm spell, and for something-some technique or law-to rein in that power, it should be on par with the spell’s cosmic magnitude.

Furthermore, Cain was actively applying it in real-time, all while his body hovered on the cusp of self-destruction.

The woman’s shock lasted only a fraction of a second before it mutated into murderous intent.

She snarled, refusing to yield this advantage, and channeled even greater waves of life-infused water into Cain’s body, pushing that destructive influx to the limit.

If she overwhelmed whatever technique Cain was using, he’d still perish in a gory explosion.

Of course, she contemplated breaking the spell altogether.

But she recognized that if she tried, the recoil from interrupting Tsunami of Vital Ruin would be brutal.

In her present, weakened state-half her body burned to the bone-such a backlash would be catastrophically dangerous, especially at such close range from the young man.

Once you start riding the tiger, you must go all the way.

So, the woman’s only viable strategy was to push her spell to extremes and hope it outpaced Cain’s bizarre resistance.

Cain had scarcely secured a momentary relief when he sensed a sudden surge in the unstable life force flooding his body.

Again, organs threatened to bloat past containment.

Bones cracked ominously, and new lumps of flesh pulsed beneath his skin.

Yet the resolve in Cain’s eyes intensified.

He fueled every shred of his determination into accelerating the Indestructible Herculean Technique-the secret he had invoked at the last moment.

The last step of the Second Level of the technique required a heavy infusion of life through the Law of Life, so he took the unstable one that the women were sending into his body.

The danger was immense, and it could have easily backfired and killed him, but it worked, and now Cain needed to push it to the limit if he wanted to survive.  As the woman infused him with more destructive life force, he channeled that energy into the hungry vortex of his technique, melding it with his battered cells.

The result was a fierce internal clash: on one side, her savage power unleashed in waves, on the other, Cain’s frantic attempts to cycle that energy into a beneficial form.

His body ballooned to the brink of a catastrophic explosion, only to swing back as the technique devoured the surplus, forcibly burning away cancerous growth.

The pain was unimaginable-like being torn apart and glued back together hundreds of times per second.

Yet Cain pressed on, refusing to relinquish that slender path to survival.

The battlefield around them remained in ruins.

Their earlier blasts had sundered the ground, leaving massive canyons, and the ocean beneath them covered the broken volcanos.

Amid those haunted remains, Cain and the woman wrestled in lethal proximity-her hand on his chest, unleashing a never-ending wave of destructive regeneration, his battered frame pushing back with desperate synergy.

Again and again, Cain’s bones buckled under some fresh wave of life force, only to realign as the Indestructible Herculean Technique stabilized them.

Each cycle inflicted unimaginable torment, but eventually, it came to an end.

“BOOM!” A contained explosion echoed across the battered terrain, resonating from inside Cain’s body.

The woman momentarily braced herself, expecting his organs to burst, yet what happened was something else entirely.

This mini-explosion signified a qualitative evolution in Cain’s cells-a surge that completed the final step of the Second Level of the Indestructible Herculean Technique!

Cain’s eyes widened in a mixture of awe and rapturous thrill.

Strength poured into his limbs like a tidal wave.

Yes, his life force and soul force were heavily drained.

Yes, he suffered severe internal wounds, plus the glaring loss of his right hand from an earlier conflict.

Even so, at this pivotal second, his body overflowed with raw power, enough to break the woman’s hold.

Completing the second level of the Indestructible Herculean Technique had sundered the connection with Tsunami of Vital Ruin, forcing it out of alignment.

In a heartbeat, the woman’s ironclad link to Cain’s body shattered, generating a fierce backlash that rattled her own wounded meridians.

His gaze burned with cold fury as he extended his left hand, summoning the Shooting Star Dragon Halberd from a swirl of starry energy.

The moment its familiar weight settled into his grip, he slashed with all his might.

The woman barely had time to gasp.

The halberd’s blade carved through her defenses, severing her left arm with a single stroke.

Fresh blood splattered the scorched ground.  “Ahhhh!” She loosed a tortured shriek, reeling from the shock and the recoil of the broken spell.

Cain, ignoring the pain that still pulsed through his partially mended body, grabbed the severed limb and offered the woman a cold, humorless smile.

“Burn, bitch,” he spat.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished.

She clutched the ragged stump where her arm used to be, howling in anger and agony.

Despite her monstrous injuries, her Third Realm vitality refused to let her collapse.

Panting for breath, she extended her senses in search of Cain, suspecting some form of spatial manipulation.

Sure enough, her instincts rang out.

She detected a faint spatial anchor in the battered environment.

Swiftly, she channeled what remained of her cosmic sense, intending to sever that anchor or yank Cain out of his hiding place.

No matter what, she needed to see the young man die!

But before she could fully commit to the action, the earth beneath her feet glowed with ominous runic patterns.

A wave of unstoppable dread rippled through her battered mind.