THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 715: The Battle of Father and Son (2)

Capítulo 715: The Battle of Father and Son (2)

In this very moment...

Frey prepared himself to lay waste to his father’s physical form.

The mere thought inflicted a crushing, agonizing sorrow upon Frey. This was the first time he was seeing his father in the flesh—not as a fading memory or a static image, but as a living being of blood and bone.

As his fingers tightened their hold on his sword, Frey endured his suffering in quiet desperation.

A burning sensation flared in his chest, a wave of bitterness so profound he felt like screaming, yet he forced every emotion back down.

Opposite him, Zibar stomped forward with heavy, echoing steps, his face twisted in a grin.

“What’s this? Are you talking to your father’s corpse? Ahahahaha!!”

Zibar’s mocking laughter rang out across the field.

“Wake up, Frey Starlight. That thing is nothing more than a slaughtering machine designed to end you. Your father isn't here. He has been drained of those pathetic human feelings that made him fragile. Like this, he is a much superior warrior! Even if he is just a dog following commands now.”

Those insults acted as a catalyst.

Frey vanished instantly, reappearing directly in Zibar's face to launch an assault of unbridled, savage rage.

The Dark Sister collided with Katarina’s Blade with violent force, both weapons radiating a colossal storm of aura.

“Zibar… remember my words. You will NOT leave this place alive today…”

BOOOOOOM!!!

Their respective auras erupted with violence as each tried to crush the other’s will.

“I can see the future, Zibar… and what I see right now… is your disgusting corpse, you filthy demon!!!”

SLAAAAASH!!!

Moving with blinding velocity, Frey’s blade slipped past Katarina’s Blade and slammed into the center of the armor with savage power.

Zibar launched an immediate counterattack, but Frey utilized teleportation to evade the strike.

The second he shifted, Abraham manifested again, renewing his assault.

The two entered a frantic and high-speed duel—their swords clashing so rapidly that ripples of annihilation rolled across the ground.

During the heat of the exchange, Abraham materialized a second blade composed of pure light in his free hand. Dual-wielding his weapons, the former Starlight genius doubled his offensive output, completely overwhelming Frey’s defenses.

Abraham’s swordsmanship was truly monstrous.

Lacerations began to appear all over Frey’s body in quick succession. Within moments, Abraham gained the upper hand, delivering a sudden, unexpected kick that sent Frey hurtling through the air.

Capitalizing on the momentum, Zibar materialized behind the flying Frey and unhinged his jaw.

From his throat, Zibar discharged a gargantuan beam of aura that shredded the very fabric of space, obliterating everything in its path before detonating in the distance.

This was among Zibar’s most lethal techniques—a concentrated aura bomb ignited within his own frame to be fired from his mouth.

However, Frey remained unscathed.

In an unbelievable move, he had swapped locations with Abraham, forcing the father to endure the son's intended fate.

Frey stood where Abraham had just been, entirely unharmed.

As for Abraham, he stumbled out from the heart of Zibar’s explosion... though he had taken the hit directly, he had managed to block most of it, as expected of a warrior of his caliber.

“Hm… this irritating ability… that brat has acquired something truly troublesome.”

Zibar growled before charging at Frey once more. Abraham moved in tandem, both closing the distance to pin him down.

Frey persisted in warping space, constantly switching positions between himself and his foes in a rapid cycle, allowing his survival against the odds through sheer, breathtaking skill.

Zibar, in particular, grew visibly frustrated by the tactic.

“He is difficult to read. Sometimes he rotates all three of us, and other times he simply teleports himself…”

Given the extreme speed of the combatants, these maneuvers only bought Frey a few seconds of breathing room each time.

Yet, those brief moments were enough to keep him in the fight.

The conflict grew more desperate with every swing, every step, and every impact.

The trio traded a staggering number of blows, leaving behind three chaotic trails of aura that wove a web of destruction across the terrain.

Amidst this, Frey felt his mind burning under the immense mental strain.

He was required to maintain perfect control over the entire battlefield just to stay alive against Zibar and Abraham—two SSS-rank powerhouses who had reached the pinnacle of their Cultivation.

“Control your fury. Do not let your heart dictate your movements. A single error... just one, and all is lost.”

Nameless spoke up, providing guidance to Frey even in the middle of the frantic struggle.

But despite his own counsel, Nameless found himself acting in a contradictory manner.

The longer the conflict dragged on...

the more erratically the masked king behaved.

“This is strange… why… am I feeling this much rage?”

Nameless wondered, unsettled by his own internal state.

He was instructing Frey to discard his anger, yet he himself was becoming increasingly incensed, his feelings starting to mirror Frey’s own.

“These feelings… they act like a toxin. They are seeping into me… clouding my sight… ruining my internal equilibrium…”

Inside the mental landscape of Frey’s consciousness...

Nameless balled his hand into a fist as he watched the carnage unfold.

Nameless was missing many components of his being—parts of his psyche and his very soul.

What remained was merely a single shard.

A shard that should have been a blank slate, yet was now being heavily stained by the influence of Frey Starlight.

“Why… does my anger rise when his does? Why do I feel sorrow when he grieves? Why does his suffering crawl into my own soul…?”

Earlier, witnessing the desecration of Abraham had sent him into a silent fury—

as if it were his own father being used, rather than Frey Starlight’s.

Nameless felt a wave of self-loathing.

He felt himself falling further into the dark void that was Frey Starlight.

As a mere observer trapped within the mind, he spat out a curse.

“I don't understand it… You use my techniques. You possess my power.

These are your enemies... these are the monsters who did this to your father.

So why are they still breathing?

Why… are you acting so weak?”

Nameless demanded, while Frey continued to battle for his life against Zibar and his father.

To survive against two SSS-rank enemies was a feat bordering on the miraculous, but through the perspective of Nameless, it was nothing but weakness.

Frey wasn't meant to simply endure.

He was meant to slaughter them, crush them, and wipe them from the face of the earth.

That is what Nameless would have achieved had he been the one in control.

But the masked king refused to seize Frey Starlight’s body again.

“His influence has already reached this deep without me even taking control…

What would happen if I actually stepped in?”

At that realization...

Nameless understood there would be no coming back.

“This is your struggle… not mine.”

This war belonged to Frey Starlight.

“So stop wasting time..

and kill them!!”

Nameless bellowed within Frey’s consciousness, pushing him to break his limits.

Meanwhile, the fight reached its boiling point.

Zibar and Abraham unleashed wide-range strikes saturated with terrifying energy...

so immense that Frey found himself drowning under the sheer pressure.

The situation looked truly bleak.

Furthermore, Geppetto had not even entered the fray yet.

Though he was less powerful than the other two, his interference would surely spell Frey’s doom.

Luckily, he remained on the sidelines for now.

Geppetto was a serpent.

His gaze was fixed on Ada Starlight, who was collapsed on the ground nearby, blood staining her forehead from when she had been tossed aside at the start of the engagement.

Geppetto was well aware of how much the girl mattered to Frey.

He crept closer, intending to seize her.

“You will serve as a perfect tool to use against that monster.”

Geppetto gave a wicked smile as he reached for Ada, but his hand was stopped short.

Between Ada’s fingers, an artifact began to shimmer with light...

emitting a potent aura barrier that completely encased her, preventing Geppetto from touching even a hair on her head.

The rank-13 demon was baffled by the sight.

He struck out immediately, trying to shatter the protective shell...

but his efforts were entirely futile.

That aura was peculiar…

and unnaturally resilient.

It shielded Ada with a protective warmth, barring the demon's touch...

as if someone had sacrificed their entire essence into that artifact for this exact moment.

Frey, of course, sensed what had happened.

Because of that, he was able to continue the fight with a small sense of relief...

knowing his sister was safe from the enemy’s grasp.

Geppetto’s time would come.

But first...

Zibar and Abraham had to fall.

And so, Frey channeled every bit of his concentration toward them, fighting with every fiber of his being.

Between Frey’s desperate struggle...

and Nameless’s inner conflict...

the battle ascended to a terrifying peak...

a collision that signaled a level of destruction never before witnessed.