The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 332 Godslayer Human vs Deus Behemoth(II)

Chapter 332 G.o.dslayer Human vs Deus Behemoth(II)

"Young man from the Deus Behemoth Race!"

The Fourth Imperial Prince's voice echoed across the hall, carrying a booming power as he shouted at Desmond, rage flas.h.i.+ng in his eyes. Although the attack did not have an excess of Wave, and Desmond did not break the rules, there was a silent battle skill within that attack, and both fists landed squarely above Cain's heart.

Such an attack was inappropriate for a friendly fight, so Klaus acted with rage toward Damian, a sentiment shared by most of the Imperial Princes and Princesses. Regardless of their closeness to Cain, they would always side with their race.

However, not everyone thought the same.

"Haha, Brother Klaus, there is no need to lose composure. Young Desmond didn't do it on purpose. It was a mistake in the heat of the battle, so there is no need for fuss."

"Shut up!"

The Third Prince had just finished speaking when someone shouted at him, and it was none other than the person he was trying to defend.

Desmond glanced coldly at the Third Imperial Prince.

"I don't need the help of two-faced people like you!"

Rage was evident in Desmond's voice as he uttered those words. While a part of it was meant for the Third Imperial Prince, who attempted to speak in his stead, most of it was meant for himself. He understood he made a mistake, but the thrill of the battle had been so immense that, for a moment, he forgot it was a friendly fight, which incited that strike to the heart.

Desmond soon shook his head and waved his hand, producing a red flower from his s.p.a.ce ring, ready to walk toward Cain when a bursting red force field emerged from the clas.h.i.+ng zone.

Cain's Ego Wave flooded the hall for a moment, allowing everyone to feel the might of his willpower. It shocked everyone. There was immense coldness and brutality in that willpower, something no seventeen-year-old boy should possess.

The Imperial Princesses and Princes turned to the clash and saw Cain calmly standing up. There was a hole in his robe, but other than a small bruise, there was no wound in his chest at all.

Once again, the group was shocked; they felt the power of Desmond's blow, and for it to leave such a minor wound, it meant that Cain's body must be more durable than Silver Wave Artifacts!

Cain's eyes were cold as he stared at Desmond, but then they narrowed as he saw the red plant in his hand and felt its potent healing power. He immediately figured out Desmond's intention and couldn't help but sigh.

"Ahhh, you need to control your emotions and thrill for battle, or else you would only be a liability on the battlefield."

Desmond snapped out of his surprise and shook his head before adopting a solemn att.i.tude, clasping his hands and performing a deep bow.

"I am sorry for my rude behavior."

Those words not only surprised Cain but everyone else as well. Desmond's arrogance was evident to all from the moment he appeared, but they saw he was also willing to bow to a complete stranger after making a mistake.

Cain couldn't help but smile as he saw that and retracted his Ego Wave. People who were upfront and honest were the ones he liked the most, as it was easier to be around them, and he didn't need to be looking around for their true intentions constantly.

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"Since you are so respectful, I should do the same."

Cain spoke those words as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Desmond and the others were confused, but when Cain opened his eyes again, everyone felt he had changed, and his aura grew much more dangerous.

"I admit that you surpa.s.s me when it comes to pure martial arts. But now, my eyes are truly open."

Desmond did not understand what Cain meant by those words, but he couldn't help but feel he could hide nothing from the young man. His eyes grew sharp as he pushed his willpower to the limit before attacking again.

"¡BOOM!"

The young man from the Deus Behemoth Race sent the same attack that Cain had barely been capable of defending himself against before, but the outcome was completely different.

A counterpunch landed straight on Desmond's jaw, raising his body from the ground, only for a kick to land on his stomach the next second, sending his body hurtling through the air.

Desmond managed to regain control of his body very fast, but as he landed on the ground, there was confusion in his eyes. Cain's speed was the same as before, so he did not understand how this one could perform such a flawless counter.

Not allowing the shock to overcome him, Desmond's eyes grew sharp as he flashed forward, using the impulse to send a kick toward Cain's head. A punch landed on his knee before the leg could even rise, pus.h.i.+ng the kick down.

Desmond's eyes widened, but he did not stop and sent an elbow strike toward Cain's head. However, Cain had already moved from that position, and the next thing he felt was a sharp blow beneath his armpit.

The pain had not even faded before an uppercut landed on his jaw, and this time, a tornado kick landed on his back, sending him hurtling away once again.

Those blows were impressive but lacked power behind them, so Desmond was able to regain control very fast, but that did not diminish the confusion in his eyes. He did not understand what was happening, nor did most people in the hall.

However, all those who witnessed the battle between Cain and Zima could recognize the transformation. Although the Blood Champion was significantly faster and stronger, Cain managed to effortlessly overcome him.

It was a battle style that none of them had seen before and operated upon principles that even the mighty Imperial Children could not comprehend.

Yet, there was one of them whose eyes glowed with a meaningful light as he spoke to the entire hall.

"He is predicting your movements. The tension of your muscles, the contraction of your tendons, and the flow of your energy; somehow, Colonel Laurifer can perceive them and react to them, theoretically foreseeing every attack you make before you even perform it."

Cain's eyes narrowed as he looked back and locked gazes with the Crown Prince. The man had merely observed his moves once and managed to decipher the principle behind the power of The Flow.

'Terrifying'

This thought crossed Cain's mind as he stared at the Crown Prince, but he didn't realize that the others thought the same thing when they watched him fight. Being able to perceive all that information was shocking, but reacting at such high speed that it seemed almost automatic was incredible.

Desmond nodded toward the Crown Prince, and while he now understood how Cain did it, it didn't change the fact that he had no way to conceal his movements from him. However, he wasn't hopeless, and his eyes soon hardened as he found the answer.

The young Behemoth clenched his fist and teeth as he calmly walked toward Cain.

Cain noticed the change in the young man and knew he could not lower his guard. He saw a punch coming toward his face, but not only was it slow, the power behind it was weak, so much so that he could counter it even without The Flow.

'What is he attempting?'

Cain frowned but could do little more than dodge and counter it, landing a blow on Desmond's chest. Yet, at that point, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs and saw Desmond's fist on his chest.

While Cain's fists landed on Desmond's sternum, this one attacked the ribs. Since the young Behemoth knew he couldn't overcome Cain, he chose to attack when Cain could not counter.

While this tactic meant receiving a lot of damage, and his attack lacked momentum since he would have wanted Cain's attack to land first, Desmond was fine with that exchange.

The surprise in Cain's eyes soon turned into a fierce smile as he saw the battle intent in the eyes of the Behemoth and didn't hesitate to unleash an onslaught of strikes. Desmond didn't attempt to dodge them, instead absorbing them and using every blow to send one of his own.

Any semblance of martial skill vanished from the battle as the duo simply exchanged blow after blow. Desmond's attacks lacked power, but due to his racial advantage, his body was highly resilient.

Of course, Cain's const.i.tution did not fall behind and could endure Desmond's blows without moving a single step back.

The fight lasted a few minutes before Cain jumped several meters away from the Behemoth. There were bruises all over his body, and while they were minor, considering the hardness of his body, it was still shocking to see them.

Desmond was not much better, but the young man's fighting spirit didn't fade, and his smile was still present.