Chapter 449: Strength of the First Primord

Leon was more than stupefied at the current progress of this long battle. He was sure, if not certain, that he would defeat and kill Ethan with little to no trouble. After all, Ethan had regressed greatly in his level, and Leon himself was at the second epiphany of the Saint Realm. Compared to Ethan, he was a lion, while Ethan was a deer. A prey. His prey.

But the current Ethan was anything like a prey. Although Leon was still stronger than him, he was afraid. He could feel it in his guts that, should he make a mistake, he would pay greatly.

The current Ethan was berserk, but unlike when they were young and in the Labyrinth Grove, where he killed the platinum rank beast, this one was a sentient berserker. He hadn’t lost his sense of reason or self. That was what made him more dangerous.

It seemed it was one of the abilities of his race, which Leon had triggered. And the more he fought, the stronger he got. The insane part was that this power progression wasn’t temporary, but permanent. He was really gaining his powers back. And that didn’t sound very good for Leon.

“I still haven’t used my Saint Form… To think I needed it to kill someone like you… You surprised me, Ethan!” Leon exclaimed as he dodged a swift claw strike from Ethan.

“You are just weak…” Ethan stated with a straight face as he threw a powerful kick at Leon’s head. The kick was so fast and powerful that even though Leon blocked it, it threw him a kilometer away from Ethan. The shockwave generated from the clash obliterated everything in a 2-kilometer radius. Ethan’s golden eye glowed as a sigil, like a scanning screen appeared on it.

“Eye of Truth…” He muttered as the truth of the world was revealed to him. Since he was still too weak to use the full power of his eye, he didn’t see much, but what he saw was enough for him. He saw a series of sequences of attacks to use on Leon next and even perceived two seconds into the future.

With a dark smirk, he teleported, instantly appearing above Leon with a hammer-strike from above. Leon reacted instantly by moving to the left, but Ethan had perceived that and twisted mid-air and delivered a roundhouse kick at him. The sudden twist caused Leon to falter for a second, and the attack to connect.

Before he could fly away from the attack, Ethan caught him by one of his wings and threw him to the ground.

BOOM!

A deep and wide crater was instantly created from the impact. Even from afar, one could see how wide and deep the crater was, not to even talk of the water flowing from it. It seemed that Leon had hit a water source deep underground.

“AHHH! I WILL DESTROY YOU!” Leon’s scream reverberated all around as he shot out of the crater, breaking the sound barrier. Ethan’s eyes glowed simultaneously, gold and silver.

He twisted at a weird angle, dodging a furious icicle attack while at the same time causing Leon to slip mid-flight.

“Mystic Control!” Ethan uttered with a dangerous smile. The words were soft, almost gentle, but the universe itself seemed to flinch as they were spoken.

Leon, who had been rocketing forward with enough force to shatter a mountain range, suddenly jerked mid-air like a puppet whose strings had been yanked by an impatient god. His wings of corrupted ice faltered, their chaotic glow flickering like a dying flame. The air around him bent sharply, reality tightening into a spiral as Ethan’s Mysticism wrapped around his trajectory.

It wasn’t telekinesis. It wasn’t gravity. It wasn’t spatial binding.

It was Ethan bending the intention of movement.

Leon found his entire body twisting sideways against his will, his momentum dragged into a spiraling arc he hadn’t chosen. His eyes widened in shock as his flight pattern warped into a violent corkscrew, slamming him through several layers of frozen dimensional shell like a skipping stone dragged by a cosmic whirlpool.

“What…?! Release me!!” Leon snarled, struggling to reclaim control of his concept. Chaos flared around him, tendrils of midnight-blue energy lashing out in every direction, tearing open jagged rents of distorted reality. The ambient temperature plummeted so harshly that distant mountains cracked like glass.

But Ethan didn’t budge.

His golden-silver eyes narrowed with a predator’s focus as he twisted his wrist, giving the world a subtle tilt.

Leon’s entire body followed that motion.

He flipped, spun, then slammed face-first into the ground with enough force to turn half the glacier into powder. The impact crater ballooned out in a perfect ring, frost exploding upward like a geyser.

“You dare!” Leon growled, struggling to stand as Chaos tried to override the binding.

“You’re loud,” Ethan said calmly, voice almost playful despite the rising power behind it. “Try screaming after you stop slipping.”

He flicked two fingers upward.

Reality obeyed.

Leon shot upward again, violently, his body twisted into a backward spiral he didn’t initiate. His wings scrambled for stability, but they kept locking into bizarre angles, forced into Ethan’s chosen path instead of his own. It was like watching a furious deity being swatted around by a set of cosmic rules he hadn’t agreed to.

“Stop… STOP THAT!” Leon roared, panic bleeding into frustration as he spun completely upside-down.

Ethan’s smile widened, sharp and feral.

“Mystic Control… Second Sequence.”

Leon froze mid-air.

Not physically.

Conceptually.

Chaos flickered, its flow halted for a single heartbeat. That heartbeat was all Ethan needed. He stepped forward, claws glowing with a shimmering halo of Order, the crown-like sigil on his forehead burning brilliantly.

Leon’s eyes widened in horror as he realized the truth:

Ethan had just seized control of the concept of Leon’s motion itself.

With a snap of his fingers, Ethan redirected Leon’s entire momentum back toward the ground.

“Crash.”

Leon slammed into the earth again, harder, deeper, shattering the crust and sending explosions of ice, dust, and warped spatial debris into the air. His scream cut through the blast, raw with fury and disbelief.

Ethan descended slowly, eyes blazing like twin stars, his beastial form radiating power that climbed higher and higher.

“Mystic Control,” Ethan repeated as the land quivered beneath him. “I like this one. Let’s keep playing.”

The battlefield trembled in anticipation of the next move.

“No… no… NO! NO! NOOO!” Leon finally snapped as a heavy presence radiated from him, crushing everything around him, even Ethan’s mystic control.

“You will DIE!” His white hair floated as he spoke, transforming into pure ice energy that drifted like vapor. His eyes turned into pure, blazing, icy lights, causing a heavy and potent chill to spread through the world.

The sky darkened as a powerful hailstorm descended, destroying everything in its path. Ethan had to use everything to stay standing in the presence of the current Leon, who was now really pissed.

“It seems I managed to piss you off… once again…” Ethan commented in a mocking tone, making Leon’s body shake in anger. Even in the face of this danger… of his power… Ethan still looked down on him. He couldn’t accept it.

He had suffered, bled, cried… He had killed all for this moment. For Ethan to fear him… But that wasn’t what he was experiencing now.

Ethan still mocked him. Ethan still annoyed him. Ethan looked down on him.

UNACCEPTABLE!

“Let’s see how you will smile after this…” Leon spoke in a chilling tone, causing Ethan to push his perception to the max. He knew that something intense was going to happen, but he couldn’t see it. It was beyond him at his current level.

“Your friends managed to defeat Tyrant… commendable, but they didn’t truly kill him. Tyrant and I… are one…” As Leon spoke, the sky parted as a colossal figure descended. It was as tall as a skyscraper, shimmering with a dark, icy light.

“Saint Form… Chaos Being!” Leon, who had been encased in an icy cocoon until now, uttered, causing all sound to freeze in the world.

CRACK!

The crack wasn’t just sound. It was the moment reality admitted defeat.

The icy cocoon surrounding Leon split open like a dying star, releasing a catastrophic wave of distorted energy that rippled across the sky. The colossal figure descending from above solidified fully, a towering humanoid silhouette sculpted from abyss-blue ice and roiling chaos, its body veined with living cracks where light and darkness bled together. Its face had no features except a jagged smile carved into its surface, yet the malice dripping from it was unmistakable.

This was Leon’s Saint Avatar, a manifestation of his Path of Chaos fused with the remnants of Tyrant’s essence, a being that felt like a calamity given limbs.

But the avatar wasn’t the true terror.

Leon stepped out of the cracked cocoon.

And the world shivered.

The white hair he’d always worn had elongated, now drifting behind him like a cosmic veil of pure ice essence. Instead of individual strands, it moved like a living aurora, bleeding light with every ripple. His skin had turned a pale blue with faint fractal patterns spreading like crystalline roots under the surface. Frost steamed from every inch of him, but not ordinary frost; this was conceptual cold, the type that erased heat, movement, and the idea of life itself.

His eyes were no longer eyes. Each socket held a swirling star of frozen chaos, like two small galaxies rotating at unnatural speeds. Gazing into them felt like teetering over the edge of a screaming abyss.

He was beautiful in the same way a supernova was beautiful, something that should not be touched, should not be near, should not exist… yet demanded reverence.

His presence was twisted, unbalanced, a paradox shaped into a man. The air around him bent into warped geometric shapes, lines of reality snapping and reconnecting in unstable formations.

Ethan felt his muscles strain. Even his partial Primord form reacted instinctively, a flicker of fur rising along his arms, a growl caught in his chest, the crown-mark tightening with tension.

The Saint Avatar’s arrival caused the ground to collapse in a massive ring around them, as if refusing to hold his weight. Above them, the skies warped into a dome of spiraling stormlight, hail the size of boulders, shards of dark frost that hummed with destructive intent.

Leon spread his arms slowly.

A gesture that carried the weight of an ending.

“I ascended this form for one purpose,” he whispered, though the whisper echoed like a roar across every corner of the frozen dimension. “To crush the one who dares to stand above me.”

His smile twisted, and the temperature dropped to a level that no living body should survive.

“Ethan… Primord… you survive because you are stubborn. Let’s correct that mistake.”

Behind him, the Saint Avatar mimicked his movements, a towering shadow of chaos, ice, and hatred. Its chest cracked open, revealing a core of spiraling blue and red energy that pulsed like a heart built from the collapse of a sun.

Ethan took a single step forward, bracing himself as his claws dug into the shattered ground. His breath fogged in the air, instantly crystallizing into tiny glittering shards. The stripes along his body lit with golden light as he reinforced his aura.

Leon’s grin widened into something unhinged.

“Now… break.”

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