The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2462 Fourth Realm Asura Form? (II)

Cain's form gouged a deep furrow through the terrain, the sheer power of the collision ripping up earth and rock in his trajectory. Nevertheless, while being hurled rearward, his command over his movements stayed impeccable.

Executing a precise bound, he spun his frame while airborne, bleeding off the excess velocity. The Scarlet King touched down gently, gliding a brief way before adopting an impeccable combat posture.

Crimson trickled from the edge of his lips. His mind still pulsed with intense pain inside his head from the strike, yet his gaze stayed keen—icy, concentrated, and unwavering—as it fixed on the Royal Blutlinie infiltrator. The Quietus Force that had surged into Aerion's frame was getting incinerated.

Pale wisps of icy essence seeped from the individual's skin like vapor, dissolving beneath a dominant inner force.

That force originated from his core organ.

It throbbed with a potency surpassing anything Cain had ever beheld.

Aerion's heart blazed like a tiny sun. His vessels shimmered like stellar eruptions under his flesh, throbbing with radiant brilliance. The very atmosphere near him warped from the colossal strain his physique produced.

Though the outward display varied, Cain harbored no doubts.

He recognized this phenomenon.

And Aerion's subsequent declaration dispelled any residual doubts.

"Asura Form!"

The instant the Royal Blutlinie agent bellowed, his presence detonated. Aerion disappeared.

Cain scarcely managed to blink before the Royal Blutlinie materialized right before him, his limb already arcing in a catastrophic sweep.

The Scarlet King threw up his defense in the nick of time.

The collision still propelled him rearward.

The sheer bulk and solidity of the attack proved insurmountable, launching him over the field like a shooting star.

Cain gritted his teeth and instantly retaliated, swinging his weapon at the advancing silhouette.

His edge sliced through vacant space.

A forceful hit rammed into his midsection.

Crimson sprayed from his lips as his frame rocketed skyward.

That marked the onset of the genuine onslaught.

Aerion's velocity had ascended to a degree that even Cain—whose agility ranked at the Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod level—couldn't entirely follow. Blasts resounded over the terrain as the Royal Blutlinie delivered an unyielding flurry.

Blow after blow connected.

Each fist.

Each foot strike.

Each motion.

All bore condensed universal might, as though shards of the cosmos had been compressed into his assaults.

Cain's physique was pummeled through the atmosphere repeatedly.

While withstanding the barrage, his thoughts grappled with comprehending the spectacle before him.

He was aware that Asura Form wasn't exclusive to him. His sibling wielded it. The full Masked Race of Origin Island commanded it.

However, this—

This differed.

This represented a fresh iteration.

A superior advancement that transcended mere physicality, delving into the core principles governing existence.

"The Fourth Realm..." Cain comprehended.

His grasp of that stage remained rudimentary, yet he was positive about one aspect.

The foundations of Aerion's Asura Form had exceeded the Third Realm.

"CRACK!"

A savage foot strike laden with stellar mass crashed into Cain's side, flinging him soaring aloft.

In under a pulse, Aerion materialized overhead.

His palm spread wide.

Keen threads of karma coiled about his digits, shimmering with deadly energy.

Unwavering, he cleaved downward with ruthless accuracy.

The blow struck Cain's shoulder blade, pulverized the last of his protective gear, and plunged him into the soil.

The crash created a vast depression.

The surface heaved and fractured outward. Pressure waves surged through the region as far-off quakes propagated like seismic activity.

Aerion stayed suspended aloft.

Flames erupted unbidden nearby, the ambient air buckling under the blaze emanating from his form.

"The power His Highness bestowed upon me is astounding," he mused. "Yet it's perilously hazardous as well. Fortunately, I pulled it off. Now I can—"

"Hahahahaha!"

Before completing the reflection, chuckles boomed from the depression beneath.

Aerion's brow furrowed.

His stare intensified as he peered below.

From the haze of debris and shattered ground, the Scarlet King gradually emerged.

Aerion's ultimate attack had utterly demolished Cain's breastplate.

However, no injuries marred his torso.

Puzzlement crossed the Royal Bloodline's features.

Cain paid it no mind.

His mirth persisted for moments before subsiding. Once it ceased, his gaze chilled—though the grin on his mouth broadened further.

"I arrived solely for the valuables in your possession," Cain stated evenly. "Yet you've revealed something I've long craved... an element I hadn't realized was possible until this moment."

Aerion's bewilderment intensified.

Cain pressed on.

"Asura Form is indeed a remarkable power. However, it's also profoundly draining—particularly if you lack true comprehension of it."

His eyes fastened on Aerion's torso.

"How long until the barriers of your heart start fracturing? Until your weaker conduits begin bursting? Fifteen seconds? Twenty?"

Aerion's eyes bulged.

Astonishment coursed through him.

"How do you know the weaknesses of my technique?"

Cain gave a minor shrug.

"I don't require full knowledge," he answered steadily. "I just need to grasp a single fact."

His gaze intensified.

"Escape is no longer an option for you."

"If victory doesn't come swiftly, the rebound will strike. And once it does..." His smirk grew subtly vicious. "Even a novice could slay you."

A whirlwind of feelings stormed through Aerion's eyes.

His heart hammered even more furiously.

His mind whirled in turmoil.

Without pause, he released his utmost strength and lunged at Cain, resolved to conclude the fight at once.

His pace was horrifying.

He bridged the gap in one instant.

His fist thrust ahead.

And then— Time appeared to drag.

A voice pierced his consciousness.

"Mastery of emotions holds the key when activating Asura Form."

Aerion's sight focused keenly.

Golden-scarlet orbs glared straight into his.

"Your heart races so wildly that all sensations intensify," Cain's tone proceeded serenely. "Should control slip... should dread or rage dominate..."

The Scarlet King's look grew stern.

"You become little more than an idiot charging to your demise."