The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 331 Godslayer Human vs Deus Behemoth(I)

Chapter 331 G.o.dslayer Human vs Deus Behemoth(I)

A thunderous laughter echoed across the hall, but it did not come from the Crown Prince but from the man on his right, a member of the Deus Behemoth Race.

After his laughter finished, he jumped out of his seat and into the middle of the room before pointing his finger at Cain.

"You are a true man. My name is Desmond Zanginis. Let's fight to see who is stronger!"

Cain frowned again since the man's words were not any less rude than those of the Third Imperial Prince. However, before he could jump to conclusions, he heard the voice of the Fourth Imperial Prince in his mind.

"Brother Cain, it is normal for members of the young generation of the Deus Behemoth Race to challenge others at any time. Actually, they only challenge worthy warriors and can be considered a sign of respect."

Cain glanced at Klaus, and the coldness in his eyes vanished as he heard that. While the young man from the Deus Behemoth Race was a little rude, he showed respect according to what his elders had taught him since childhood.

A complicated expression appeared on Cain's face as he did not know how to act. He was not interested in showing off his abilities, but that smile full of fighting spirit in the Deus Behemoth Race was not easy to ignore.

After a moment, he stood up and clasped his hands before bowing slightly.

"I am flattered by that proposition, but it would not be wise for us to fight in this place. After all, this is a sacred place, and we would not want to damage it."

Desmond's brows rose as he looked around. In his home, all places, regardless of their use, were adapted to endure a battle, but that was clearly not the case here. He could not help but frown before turning toward the Crown Prince.

"Old man, could you do something about it? You are very powerful and could easily reinforce this place."

People were a little surprised by how Desmond referred to the Crown Prince, but this one seemed not to care and only showed a small smile before putting his hand over the ground, and the next second, his Astral Wave reinforced the tables, floor, and every other part of the hall.

Cain's eyes widened as he saw the mastery of the Crown Prince over Wave Cloak since it was like nothing he had ever seen before. However, he had other troubles since Desmond's smile grew even wider as this one focused on him with pure fighting will.

"Colonel Laurifer, it would be a great honor to see the skills of a soldier of the Imperial Lightning Fort."

The Second Imperial Princess rose from her seat, clasped her hands, and spoke to Cain. Unlike the Third Prince, her request was done with solemnity and respect while at the same time hinting it was in the name of the Imperial Lightning Fort's fame.

'Ah.'

Cain could only sigh in his mind before jumping past the tables. Although he could find a way to excuse himself from the battle, it was not worth the effort.

"Since this is a friendly encounter, I suggest we refrain from using any form of external energy output and only activate our Wave Cloak to its basic state."

The Crown Prince, Second Princess, and Fourth Prince softly nodded as they heard Cain's words since that arrangement would avoid dangerous wounds and allow this one to hide his core techniques.

Desmond, on the other hand, was much simpler. Since it was indeed a friendly fight, there was nothing wrong with limiting their energy output, not to mention that as a member of the Deus Behemoth Race, he was fine with only using his fists and legs.

¡Fine by me!"

Desmond did not waste time and immediately unleashed his Astral Wave Cloak, generating a strong air pulse across the hall. He was a Late Wave Champion and did not reach that state too long ago, but his Astral Wave's output was not much weaker than someone about to become a Wave King.

Clearly, the young man was a genius, and the bloodline aura he unleashed gave everybody a clear sense of his Lineage's power.

Cain was also surprised by the young man's power but did not lose his calm as he unleashed his Astral Wave. While the potency of his Astral Wave Cloak was weaker, it was still much stronger than what an average Middle Wave Champion could release.

Desmond smiled as he felt the power of Cain's body and clasped his hands before performing a bow. Cain responded to the courtesy similarly, lowering his head as a sign of respect to his opponent.

As soon as both men raised their faces, their eyes shone with blue and red light.

"¡BOOM!"

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A blast echoed across the hall as Cain and Desmond clashed, both being pushed back before flas.h.i.+ng back into the fray.

Cain sent a lightning-fast kick aimed for Desmond's head, his leg not only carrying an immense speed but also a great force.

Desmond's pupil dilated as he saw that kick. With uncanny reflexes, he swaged back, generating a 90° angle with the upper side of his body, narrowly avoiding Cain's devastating kick. It was a move executed with such precision that it left everybody in awe.

It was clear that the young man's battle instincts were top-notch. However, that was more than just racial gifts. These skills were not born out of innate talent but had clearly been honed after years of hard work.

Desmond seized the opening created by Cain's missed kick. Instantly, he countered with a lightning-quick punch aimed at Cain's midsection. The strike landed with unerring accuracy, driving the breath from Cain's lungs as he staggered backward. The people in the hall gasped at the incredible speed and precision of Desmond's counterattack.

Cain's eyes narrowed as he was pushed back, and he clenched his teeth as the red light in his eyes grew stronger, forcing his diaphragm to relax and his lungs to work again. It was just a small clash, but it was enough for him to understand the might of Desmond's martial skills.

Cain was genuinely surprised. Although it had been less than two years, his mastery over the Bloodflow Fury had advanced immensely, yet Desmond's martial arts were even mightier.

Of course, that did not mean Cain would just give up. You could face an enemy with greater martial skills in several ways.

He quickly regained his composure and launched himself back into the fray. His fists and feet became a blur of motion as he unleashed a flurry of strikes at Desmond. Each punch and kick was aimed with pinpoint accuracy, seeking out vulnerabilities in Desmond's defenses.

Desmond remained calm and composed as he pushed his skill to the peak, blocking those blows, but it was not easy since the combinations were endless, and more than once, he had to step back or else suffer a fierce blow.

His movements were deliberate and controlled, a testament to his years of training. He deftly parried Cain's strikes with well-timed blocks and evasive maneuvers. It was a display of martial finesse that showcased his incredible skill.

As the battle raged on, Cain's heartbeat quickened, and his skin took on a fiery, crimson hue. It was as though an inner fire had been ignited within him, infusing his movements with even greater speed and power. He had activated Asura Form, pus.h.i.+ng his physical might to the next level as he triggered Second Gear.

His strikes came faster and harder as he continued to press the attack, but that was not all since he also sent several feints to confuse his opponent.

Desmond's heartbeat, in contrast, slowed, and his face took on a pale, serene expression. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of Cain's raging heart.

Everybody present had a high enough cultivation to understand the reason for that lower heartbeat. While it diminished the speed at which the blood ran through his veins, the strength at which it did it was much higher, not to mention it helped the young man remain composed.

Desmond's blows gained immense brute power while Cain's speed rose to a whole new level.

The Imperial Princes, Princesses, and their escorts watched in utter fascination as the battle between these two martial masters reached its zenith. Cain's movements were a blur of crimson, his attacks relentless and unyielding. Desmond, with his slowed heartbeat and unwavering composure, countered with stoic resolve that seemed unbreakable.

The clash of their opposing forces was a mesmerizing dance of martial prowess. Cain's strikes came like a storm, with each blow a testament to his newfound speed and power. Desmond's defenses held firm, and his counterattacks were executed with flawless precision and immense brute force.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed as Desmond found an opening in Cain's attack and performed a double strike directly on his chest, sending him flying to the other side of the room.