The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2321 A new master of Asura Form

Fortunately for Bradly, the strike failed to disembowel him or crush his internal organs, though it shattered his guard and sent him flying. He tumbled across the terrain for dozens of meters, his body digging a shallow furrow into the dirt before he finally splashed into a pond.

The sheer force of his impact sent a spray of water surging into the air, and Bradly exerted every ounce of his remaining stamina to scramble to his feet as quickly as possible.

A glob of fresh blood immediately leaked from between his lips.

"What was that?"

The Neo-Angel’s gaze was filled with genuine bewilderment. He had sensed no surge in energy, no flare of aura, and no change in the violet-eyed man’s power level—yet that final blow had been incomparably stronger than the ones before it.

It was as if the exact same attack had suddenly gained massive weight without any outward sign. Focusing his vision back on the mysterious figure, Bradly’s sight locked onto the stranger's right fist.

The skin on that hand had darkened to a jet-black hue, appearing as though his flesh and muscle had been swapped for solid obsidian. This change was entirely physical—there was no leaking aura or rippling fluctuations—but it was clear that the mutation had boosted the man’s raw physical strength to a frightening level.

"Ready to talk?" the violet-eyed man inquired calmly, his expression devoid of any impatience. Seeing Bradly’s defiant and guarded look, he simply shook his head and blurred forward.

The clash resumed, and the situation turned life-threatening for Bradly. Every strike launched by the violet-eyed man now possessed enough force to bypass the Neo-Angel's defenses and cause devastating internal injuries.

With each passing moment, new wounds tore across the Neo-Angel's skin, and his bones began to groan and snap under the heavy pressure. The structural limits of his physical Cultivation were being pushed to the brink, yet Bradly refused to surrender.

"BOOM!"

A thunderous explosion rang out as a straight punch slammed into Bradly's face. The force fractured his bone and hurled him into a small mountain, where his body was buried under heaps of stone. Dust billowed into the sky as a landslide of debris tumbled down the cliffside.

The violet-eyed man showed no mercy as he closed the distance once more. He sped forward, intending to maintain the assault without a break. However, just as he reached the mountainside, his pupils contracted, and he instinctively leaped back.

"BOOM!"

A second explosion erupted—this time from within the heart of the mountain. The shockwave was so powerful that massive boulders were propelled outward in every direction.

Bradly stepped out, his eyes burning with savage fury. His Neo-Angel Core was spinning with immense energy, latching onto the Laws of Origin Island. By siphoning fragments of those Laws, he triggered his Salvation Incarnation. His aura flared violently, and a look of pure ecstasy crossed his face as he felt a deluge of power filling his body.

A fundamental trait of the Neo-Angel Race's Salvation Incarnation was its ability to draw from the Laws and rules of a specific realm to transform the user. A weaker realm yielded less power, while the opposite held true.

Because the Laws governing Origin Island were of a level that defied common sense, the power provided by his Salvation Incarnation received a transcendent boost.

"It’s almost as if the Salvation Incarnation of the Neo-Angel Race was designed specifically for this location."

A predatory grin stretched across Bradly’s face as plasma wings sprouted from his back and turquoise gauntlets encased his forearms, causing his physical power to skyrocket. He turned his attention back to the violet-eyed man, his gaze dripping with lethal intent.

"Round two, you bastard."

The words had barely faded when Bradly vanished. He reappeared instantly in front of the violet-eyed man, striking with the full, explosive might of his Salvation Incarnation.

Even though the violet-eyed man could read Bradly's intentions and anticipate the strikes before they landed, he found it difficult to keep pace with the Neo-Angel’s increased speed. He moved his body constantly, utilizing incredible martial precision to minimize his movements just enough to slip past each blow.

He was able to evade, but finding an opening to counter proved nearly impossible.

Eventually, Bradly found his mark.

The violet-eyed man raised his obsidian-coated arm to parry, but the sheer momentum of the punch still sent him skidding backward. His heels dug deep trenches into the earth as he slid to a stop.

This was the first successful hit Bradly had landed throughout the entire encounter, and that single victory caused his confidence to soar. To him, this was merely the start. If he could strike once, he could do it again.

The violet-eyed man gave his right arm a quick shake. While the power behind that strike had been surprising, his expression remained steady and resolute as he observed the Neo-Angel.

"I must admit—you possess a very peculiar power. The one who created it must have been exceptionally brilliant..."

The man paused for a second before his level voice continued.

"And also quite heartless, to be willing to poison his own kin." Bradly knit his brows, unable to grasp the meaning behind those words. He chose not to ask for clarification, fearing it was a ruse to lower his mental guard and allow the enemy to probe his mind further. Instead, he steadied his breath and kept his face a mask of cold indifference.

The violet-eyed man grew bored of Bradly's silence. He took a deep, slow breath, and his heartbeat began to accelerate—becoming faster and louder, each pulse sounding like a heavy drum.

"Wait... could it be...?"

A flash of recognition and dread appeared in Bradly's eyes. Before his thought could finish, the violet-eyed man uttered two words.

"Asura Form."

His heartbeat exploded with force. The jet-black skin that had covered his right arm began to spread rapidly, consuming his shoulder, his chest, and his other limbs—until the transformation had claimed every inch of his form.

Before Bradly could process his shock, the violet-eyed man was already upon him. A fist crashed into Bradly’s chest, launching his body through the earth as if he were weightless.

The Neo-Angel let out a roar from beneath the ground, immediately regaining his composure.

"Just what is the link between these people and the Scarlet King?"

The combination of the surprise and the impact caused Bradly’s mental defenses to slip, and the violet-eyed man caught the fleeting thought. A sharp, knowing glint appeared in those violet eyes.

"Scarlet King?"

"Dammit!" Bradly barked, cursing his own lapse. It wasn't out of a desire to protect Cain, but he absolutely did not want these two parties exchanging information. The Scarlet King was famous for building alliances and pulling others into his web of plots. Bradly would not permit that to happen.

His killing intent surged to its peak. He lunged forward once more, pouring everything he had left into the attack.