The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2334 A weapon that surpassed the Third Realm

A sharp glint flashed in the Ancient One’s eyes as he concentrated his internal power upon the injury. Within a heartbeat, the gash began to seal. This was no mere regeneration; it was a phenomenon far more esoteric. The wound was being systematically erased from reality, negated at its very conceptual foundation.

Observing this display, Zuko’s gaze shimmered with a grave light.

"The wounds inflicted by this blade should be incapable of self-healing," he remarked in a low tone. "You truly are formidable."

As he spoke, the aura of the Leader of the Masked Race exploded outward. His presence expanded to a terrifying scale, becoming so gargantuan that tremors began to pulse through Origin Island. The earth fractured, the atmosphere vibrated, and the very laws governing the island recoiled in response.

The Ancient One discarded his casual posture. It was now undeniable—this was not a confrontation he could afford to underestimate. Zuko was a peerless adversary. If he failed to confront the Leader of the Masked Race with his full Cultivation, his life could be forfeit.

In the following instant, shadow-wrought tentacles burst from the Ancient One’s back. Each limb was covered in countless blinking eyes, all emitting a suffocating sealing power. The surrounding air warped, heavy with the weight of suppression.

Zuko’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the sight. However, it wasn't just the sheer power that triggered his reaction.

"That power..." he whispered. "It belongs to that monster. How have you come to possess it?"

Even though eons had passed, Zuko would never forget that ancient struggle. Those tentacles were the hallmark of one of the most powerful entities to ever invade Origin Island—a creature of absolute darkness. While it was possible such a being had survived, Zuko was certain that the primordial essence of the Ancient One was distinct from that monster.

To his frustration, the Ancient One’s mind was an impenetrable fortress. Zuko’s telepathic abilities could not breach the barrier, leaving his questions unanswered.

A heavy silence fell.

The Leader of the Masked Race and the Ancient One locked eyes, their energies surging to greater heights until, simultaneously, they vanished from sight.

"BOOOOOOOM!"

A titanic explosion signaled their collision. Sword and tentacles met with a force that could have detonated stars. Shockwaves rippled through the terrain, grinding stone to dust and fracturing the sky with pure, unadulterated power.

The blade held by Zuko was a sacred relic of the Masked Race—a weapon transcending the Third Realm. Even if he couldn't harness its full potential, it remained vastly superior to any Alpha-Omega Overgod armaments.

Despite such devastating power, he could not sever the tentacles.

They became entangled, and worse, the dark limbs began to coil around the steel, attempting to seal the weapon's power entirely.

Zuko reacted instantly, gripping his sword tight and wrenching it free before spinning to launch a kick at the Ancient One’s head. Space itself tried to negate the blow, warping to slow his movement, yet it could not halt the strike completely.

That split-second hesitation was all that was needed.

The Ancient One’s palm hammered into Zuko’s chest, discharging a repulsive force that sent him hurtling downward like a falling star. The ground shattered upon impact, splitting open as the shockwaves spread.

Nevertheless, Zuko remained in control. He twisted in mid-air, regaining his footing just as the Ancient One’s tentacles grew and morphed into colossal beasts, lunging at him with startling velocity.

Exhibiting supreme martial skill, the Leader of the Masked Race parried and sliced through every limb that came near. His strikes were ruthless and precise. However, the sheer number of them was overwhelming. Their power was immense, and they slowly began to push him back.

Drawing a deep breath, Zuko’s heart began to beat with a rhythm more powerful than a supernova.

Obsidian energy flooded his form, coating his skin and pouring into his blade. The sword vibrated violently as it drank in the power.

In the next breath, Zuko struck.

A blinding arc of obsidian light sliced across the battlefield, so potent that it cleared every tentacle from its path. The strike carved a hollow path through the chaos, leaving only ruin behind.

The Ancient One’s eyes widened at the sight of the energy arc rushing toward him. Before he could reposition his defenses, Zuko had already closed the distance.

The sword swung toward his throat.

Harnessing every bit of his speed and Qi, the Ancient One recoiled just enough to avoid a fatal blow. Even so, the edge bit into his chest, bypassing the defenses of the Power of Negation to leave a jagged wound. Crimson blood sprayed into the air.

But the Ancient One did not waver.

He pivoted his body and drove a brutal punch into Zuko’s face. The strike carried both massive physical impact and the concentrated repulsive force of his unique ability.

Zuko’s frame shook violently from the impact.

Yet, he stood his ground, refusing to be pushed back.

The Leader of the Masked Race lashed out again, carving a cross-shaped mark into the Ancient One’s torso. Pain flickered in the Ancient One’s eyes, but his resolve remained firm.

As Zuko readied another strike, the Ancient One turned his power upon himself, forcing space to eject him and push his body back, just out of the sword's reach.

Simultaneously, the tentacles swarmed Zuko once more.

With a mighty sweep of his blade, Zuko cleared them away and flashed forward again in a heartbeat.

The Ancient One sensed the tide of killing intent rushing toward him. Still, he remained focused. More tentacles surged forth, acting as shields to slow Zuko’s momentum while the Ancient One gathered his strength.

One explosion after another thundered as Zuko demolished every barrier in his way.

Finally, he stood once more before the Ancient One.

His eyes burned with absolute resolve.

His sword was aloft.

And it was poised to claim the Ancient One’s life.