Before the fight started, Tarrasque now wore a calmer, more composed expression. Caipora glanced at him and chuckled softly, sensing how satisfied he was in that moment.
Those who had mocked, underestimated, and ridiculed him… at this exact moment, were visibly nervous. Collectively, they all fell silent, unable to utter a single word of disdain.
They simply stared at the round golem with astonished expressions. Every look that had previously been filled with arrogance and scorn instantly transformed into curiosity, and, in some cases, a hint of admiration.
"Lezon’s stepping up!"
Someone shouted, and everyone swallowed hard, focusing all their attention on the central stage.
Lezon’s clothes fluttered in the wind. He stepped onto the stage calmly, a tall, imposing figure with sharp features, well-defined muscles, and not an ounce of excess on him.
Standing thirty meters apart, Lezon studied the golem with curiosity, showing no signs of fear. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his head tilted slightly upward.
He spoke calmly, "You were cruel to my brothers. So, I’m not here out of some desire to challenge you…" As he said this, a sheathed sword appeared in his hand, materializing out of thin air.
The sword was of the same rank as the others, and everyone recognized it as one of those chosen before the first fight. But the wielder made all the difference; in his hand, it felt supreme, invincible. With a casual motion, he pointed the sheathed blade at the golem but made no move to draw it.
Lezon didn’t unsheath the sword and continued, "Let’s begin. If you can force me to unsheath my sword in ten moves and survive three of my attacks, I’ll let you see my eye technique. It’ll be a worthy defeat… but I assure you, it won’t be painless. Or are you planning to surrender?"
The golem remained expressionless, and the arena was silent. But then, loud laughter echoed, making Lezon turn toward the stands.
There, he saw Ruri completely lose it, laughing uncontrollably with a hand on her stomach, while the two prominent curves of her chest swayed dangerously within the low cut of her dress.
"Hehehe… he… he really knows how to be arrogant! Doesn’t want to draw his sword? Alright, hahaha."
No one dared to say a word as Lezon narrowed his eyes silently, his expression turning fierce.
"Force you to draw your sword in ten moves?" Bruno broke the silence, drawing everyone’s gaze to him. Then, he nodded, gripping his two sacred weapons tightly in his hands.
"Don’t worry. If you show me something interesting, I might consider finishing this without using them. How’s that sound?"
Seeing his actions and hearing his words, many stared at the golem for a moment before recovering. His confidence, combined with his clear disdain, left everyone feeling conflicted. Was he planning to use the weapons? And could he actually do anything with them?
Everyone was on edge; after all, this was a Sacred Will fighting for the first time before their eyes. His opponent, on the other hand, barely qualified as an Elemental Will. Yet no one knew what would happen.
Lezon growled, "What did you say?" A green vein bulged on his forehead, and his face turned red. How dare he speak to him like that?
He hadn’t drawn his sword, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use it. Even sheathed, the sword in his hands became exponentially more powerful thanks to his sacred power.
Seeing this, the judge quickly declared the fight’s start.
Suddenly, Lezon’s entire body pulsed with a supreme golden aura. Everyone in the arena felt immense pressure. The more experienced fighters in the crowd, who had lived on this continent for years, sighed; it was a power nearly identical to that of a hero.
In an instant, the sheathed sword seemed to transform into the most lethal weapon in existence. Everyone understood: he intended to kill his opponent. But not even the judge would stop this, much less penalize him; at most, the judge would offer some hollow reprimands afterward, pretending it was an "accident."
"DIE!"
Lezon attacked. The calm center of the stage was immediately stirred by a violent gust of wind! A slicing energy created a domain, cutting off all escape routes.
He appeared in front of the golem like a ghost. The violent wind was composed of spatial blades and temporal distortions, manifestations of his will, amplified by his sacred power.
Everyone in the arena felt their hearts pounding wildly; the domain was terrifying.
Lezon aimed a stab at the golem’s neck. Though it was a sheathed blade, the destructive spatial power it wielded could easily sever anything in two.
*Crack!*
The sound of the arena floor fracturing echoed. In that split second, dozens of spatial blades passed through the golem’s body.
But before anyone could panic, they saw the golem’s figure slowly dissipate, disappearing entirely.
"So fast…" someone murmured, shocked. It had only been an afterimage.
Lezon narrowed his eyes and attacked again. As the sword continued its downward motion, the golem’s body vanished once more along with its afterimage.
Blades were everywhere. There wasn’t a single blind spot in the domain; Lezon was slashing at the golem. Yet, he missed repeatedly, hitting nothing but air. The dance of attacks and evasions left everyone breathless. Until...
"Your name’s Lezon, right? How many... attacks have you thrown so far?" The golem’s casual voice suddenly echoed.
As soon as Lezon heard the voice, his steps faltered, and he almost coughed up blood.
They’d been fighting for nearly a minute now. How many strikes had he made? It was impossible to count!
After wasting so much time and being mocked, Lezon was fuming with rage as he shouted, "You’re begging for death!"
*Clang!*
With a sharp sound, the scabbard flew off the sword. The gleaming blade sliced toward the golem. He had actually unsheathed his sword! His earlier arrogant words now completely turned into an insult against himself.
After drawing his sword, Lezon’s attack speed increased significantly.
But...
"How boring."
*DING!*
With a casual flick of the handbell, everyone gasped as Lezon took a direct hit to the face, getting sent flying, tumbling across the ground multiple times.
A funeral-like silence blanketed the arena. In seconds, Lezon stood up again, his handsome face twisted in anger.
"I’m not giving you another chance. Use everything you’ve got at once, or I’ll end this now," the golem said, covering his mouth and stifling a small yawn.
"YOU!" Lezon roared, and at that moment, his eyes flared with power.
Alm and Bruno had been waiting for this—they were finally about to witness those eyes in full force again. Being young, they could better sense the fluctuations and deeply analyze what this power was capable of.
The entire arena shifted, taking on an intense golden hue. The sacred power and ocular energy distorted time and space.
Lezon spread his wings and soared into the sky. Raising his sword high, he roared, "OBLITERATE!"
Alm and Bruno felt time and space twisting, yet reality remained unchanged. The young man’s ocular power shaped itself to create an attack that would hit and kill the target, leaving no room for evasion or defense.
’Not too different from manifestations. But the queen’s power inside him lets him create far scarier things,’ Alm analyzed.
Bruno nodded. ’These eyes can subtly alter the rules of the heavenly laws, not reality itself. We’ve learned to harness some of this from the chaos tree. If we study more of these ocular techniques, we could make big gains. Definitely worth pursuing.’
The crowd held their breath as the devastating strike was unleashed. But... subtly, the attack shifted and reappeared directly in front of the golem.
Lezon roared, "I’ll destroy you!!"
"With just you?"
The golem sneered disdainfully. Amid the shocked gasps of the audience, he casually greeted the massive obliterating blade with his bare hands. His arm instantly became coated in black stone as deep as the abyss.
*BOOM!!*
With a deafening shatter, the mighty blade Lezon had imbued with his supreme power... broke into countless pieces.
Before Lezon could even react in shock, the golem’s right foot swung up and struck his chest.
*BANG!*
Lezon’s defenses crumbled as if they were made of paper. Bones and internal structures cracked with an alarming sound. He flew backward like a cannonball, slamming into the ground and rolling dozens of meters.
The impact made the entire arena tremble. The main stage’s floor collapsed, forming a crater nearly two meters deep.
Lezon’s body lay still, unmoving, not even a groan escaping him.
Everyone stared with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Breaking a blade barehanded and defeating an opponent with a single blow—all in the blink of an eye. The spectators were utterly speechless, and even the judge froze, unable to react in time.
"Hmph!" The golem snorted coldly, indifferent, not sparing his opponent another glance. He then yawned and turned to the judge. "So? If you don’t call the win and help him, I’m afraid he’s really going to die."
Startled, the judge leapt into action and ran over in a panic. Checking on the young man’s condition, his heart pounded wildly. All of Lezon’s bones and meridians were shattered. Externally, he seemed fine—there wasn’t even blood. But internally, he was on the brink of death.
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In a trembling voice, the judge declared the winner. The golem left the stage expressionless.
Though the ocular power was undeniably terrifying, that weapon was nothing special. Technically, it was an Emperor-tier immortal weapon, but its spirit was dead, and its metal had long deteriorated from lack of care.
For someone like the golem, who had surpassed the God of Forging in some aspects, finding the weapon’s weak point and destroying it was simple. Meanwhile, his earth laws, fully focused on defense, held strong enough to counter and shatter both the attack and the blade before they could truly land.
All six governing entities of the continents had witnessed everything clearly. They understood how he had won, and those immortals could sense the weapon’s fragility too. But they weren’t sure what scared them more: the golem’s earth laws or his ability to pinpoint the weak spot despite his apparent lack of power.
Could such talent really exist? All six thought to themselves, clearly unnerved.
’We talked about staying discreet again,’ Bruno said mentally, moving closer to his allies. But when he saw Ruri’s shining eyes and bright smile, he figured it wasn’t so bad after all.