THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 714: The Battle of Father and Son (1)

Capítulo 714: The Battle of Father and Son (1)

Upon the desecrated sanctuary grounds, the shadows beneath Frey Starlight’s feet began to thicken and warp, taking on an unnatural form. As the Nameless mask settled firmly onto his features, the very air surrounding Frey underwent a radical transformation.

Zibar’s smirk vanished instantly. The Upper Tenth-Rank Demon was no fool; he perceived at once that Frey remained the dominant consciousness, not Nameless. Nevertheless, Zibar did not dare to be careless. For a creature of his kind, that obsidian mask was a source of primal dread.

After a brief, tense stare at Frey, Zibar shifted his attention toward Abraham. The latter stood motionless, a hollowed-out engine of slaughter. His mind was wiped of emotion, hyper-focused on a solitary directive: Eradicate Frey Starlight.

Zibar then inspected his own state. "This time… my power is at its absolute peak. I am clad in the Katarina Armor, and every variable has been accounted for. Even if Nameless manifests, we possess the means to crush him here." He took a heavy step forward, the Katarina Armor emitting a violent, humming resonance as its dark radiance flared.

The current Zibar was a formidable monstrosity. By himself, he had Frey pinned, and that was without considering the overwhelming might of Abraham Starlight or the silent threat of Gepetto watching from the rear. The stakes were absolute; there was no path for retreat. These enemies had committed the ultimate sacrilege by desecrating his father’s remains.

“Either I slaughter them where they stand… or I perish in the attempt!” To liberate Abraham, Frey knew he had to either eliminate Gepetto to break the control or completely destroy the physical vessel of his father. To achieve either, he had to cut through Zibar.

Violence was the only resolution. For a heartbeat, the three combatants remained frozen in a lethal deadlock. That stillness shattered in an instant as all three lunged forward simultaneously.

Frey was forced into a desperate defensive position, bracing against the combined onslaught of Zibar and Abraham. The massive kinetic shock sent him skidding backward, his boots carving ruts into the debris as he struggled to keep his footing. Zibar gave him no reprieve, lunging with a blindingly fast strike of the Katarina Sword. Frey only managed to evade the blade by utilizing a short-range teleportation.

Reappearing behind Zibar, Frey launched a counterstrike, but Abraham materialized in his path with equal velocity. His father parried the blow effortlessly before driving a bone-shattering punch into Frey’s chest with his off-hand. The impact sent Frey tumbling through the ruins.

Frey scrambled to his feet immediately, charging back into the fray as Zibar and Abraham pursued him relentlessly. The Black Hole Aura erupted around Frey, pushing his Cultivation to its absolute limit.

Dark Ascension+, Black Hole Aura at 100% Output—the merged power of Balerion and the Dark Sister. This represented the pinnacle of Frey’s current strength. Furthermore, by employing the aura circulation techniques taught by Nameless, he was no longer in danger of his Dantian being drained dry by the Black Hole Aura’s massive consumption.

“Listen well and etch these instructions into your soul… Since you have yet to master the higher tiers of Shadow Adaptation, Black Hole strikes are your only path to victory,” the voice of Nameless resonated within Frey’s consciousness as he traded blows with the duo.

“Stay wary of the Katarina Sword; do not let it touch you. While the second stage of Shadow Adaptation recognizes its properties from your previous encounter, it hasn't fully adapted. Wounds inflicted by that blade will heal far slower than usual, which is a death sentence in a battle of this caliber.” Nameless continued to provide tactical guidance, acting as a secondary set of eyes from within the mask.

Abraham lunged from the front, his form wreathed in a blinding, sanctified light. His movements were terrifyingly precise and destructive. Frey had to expend immense amounts of Black Hole Aura just to maintain a stalemate, unable to find an opening. Suddenly, Zibar struck from the blind spot, his blade biting deep into Frey’s back.

Zibar’s face twisted into a wide grin as he felt his sword sink into flesh, but the triumph was fleeting. He had pierced nothing but a lingering after-image; Frey had already vanished through space.

“Your instincts are sharp. Utilize them to keep track of your foes so they can never catch you off guard. Use teleportation to negate their offense; spatial manipulation is a supreme art that very few can truly grasp.” In response to the guidance, Frey slammed his foot down, triggering a massive, glowing sigil that expanded across the entire zone.

“You have experimented with it before, haven't you? My power to command space.” The voice of Nameless surged through the mask, pouring direct knowledge into Frey’s mind. With the mask fully active, Nameless was able to transmit complex concepts to Frey without any mental barriers.

“By wielding this power, you hold the advantage regardless of your opponent's strength. You have become the sovereign of this battlefield.” From opposite directions, Zibar and Abraham closed in at impossible speeds, their weapons aimed at Frey’s throat to end the duel. They had anticipated his teleportation this time, ready to strike the moment he reappeared.

However, Frey did not flee. Instead, Zibar and Abraham suddenly found themselves occupying each other’s coordinates, swapped instantly by a forced spatial exchange. “What the—he traded our positions?!” Zibar snarled. The spatial array beneath Frey’s feet burned with light, cementing his control over the area.

For a split second, both enemies were left with their backs exposed to Frey. With instantaneous precision, Frey unleashed a devastating wave of Black Hole Aura, blasting both of them backward. He stood his ground, eyes narrowed as he watched them recover.

Abraham had sustained injuries, but they were superficial. The prowess of the Absolute Manipulator was chilling; at the moment of impact, Abraham had shifted a massive concentration of Qi to the point of contact, making his body as impenetrable as a divine shield.

As for Zibar, the Katarina Armor had performed flawlessly. “The Katarina Armor… that hunk of metal can distribute the force of an impact equally across its entire surface. It trivializes the power of any single strike,” Nameless noted. The mechanic was simple but devastatingly effective. Though Frey’s attack was lethal, by spreading the 100% force into 5% increments across dozens of points, the damage was negated.

“How troublesome…” Frey hissed, glancing at the armor before refocusing on Abraham, who was already resetting his stance. “Father… so this is the reality of facing you in combat.”

Frey realized that without the support of Nameless and his own unique abilities, he would have been slaughtered by either Abraham or Zibar long ago. He closed his eyes for a moment, then snapped them open, filled with resolve.

“My blood boils with hatred every time I look at you, Father. I am consumed by rage at the demons who forced you to turn your sword against me—the very son you died to protect.” It was a profound desecration of Abraham’s sacrifice and the legacy of his death.

“And I am equally disgusted with myself for being weak enough to let this happen.” Frey tightened his grip, his aura flaring with newfound intensity. “If I hadn't been so gullible… if I had possessed more awareness and strength, I would never have let my enemies play with me like this… or toy with what remains of you.”

“So, allow me, Father… to fix this tragedy and pay for my sins.”