THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 753: Frey vs Amon (2)

Before Frey had the chance to launch another move, Amon chose to bring the fight to an end.

He shifted his hand.

A dark gesture that caused both Gehrman and Abraham to tense up right away.

"That—!"

It was the identical ultra-high-speed assault.

"Damn it! Stay back from him, Frey!" Abraham bellowed as loudly as he could.

Amon’s grin expanded further.

"Too late."

In that instant, it seemed like time halted completely while Amon hurled his punch straight at Frey.

The blow was insanely rapid... even surpassing Gehrman’s pace.

Given Frey’s present strength, he ought to have been unable to withstand or evade such a blow.

Amon felt confident about his triumph.

Gehrman and Abraham also spotted the approach of failure on the edge.

However, in under a split second...

The demon’s smirk crumbled.

"...Huh?" A rough noise slipped from Amon’s mouth as he noticed his destructive punch had hit only empty space.

His fist had failed to connect.

"He—" Amon whispered, while Abraham and Gehrman exclaimed together:

"He dodged it?!"

Yes—Frey had sidestepped the strike.

Moreover, he struck back without delay.

Amon just managed to defend against it, his fist spilling even more blood from the force.

"Impossible..."

Amon rejected the notion as he charged ahead once more, striking with both fists.

Maybe it was mere chance.

Still, chance by itself couldn’t protect anyone from a strike of that nature.

What followed next wiped away any uncertainty.

The lightning-fast strike—designed to outpace light—never reached Frey.

He dodged it.

Then, in an instant, he dashed in, unleashing a huge downward cut that engulfed Amon entirely—tearing across his face in a savage curve and obliterating one of the demon’s eyes.

Amon jerked back in total astonishment, staggering rearward while gripping his blood-drenched face.

He continued pulling away—far, far back—until a huge gap divided him from Frey.

All this played out right in front of Gehrman’s view, his eyes bulging in pure amazement... much like Abraham’s.

"That flash strike... one I struggle to dodge even at my full limit, employing all my velocity and sharpened awareness after decelerating it...

And he evaded it... so effortlessly?!"

The events unfolding now went way beyond what Gehrman had anticipated... to the point where he could only gape at Frey in utter amazement.

"How in the world did he pull that off?"

The engineer pondered... until enlightenment hit when he glanced at Frey’s eyes once more.

And that only amplified his shock.

"Those—!! The Void!!" Gehrman yelled as the reality finally hit him.

The manner in which Frey reacted to Amon’s assaults appeared vividly in his sight.

For the moment, inside each of Frey’s eyes, a lone letter was etched profoundly—

A V.

"The Fifth Stage of Shadow Adaptation: The Void."

"Nameless’s visual power... did he unlock that as well, so rapidly?!"

Gehrman was the initial one to comprehend it.

Amon came right after... his attitude shifting to utter gravity.

Amon mended the injury on his face and restored his eye, all the while fixing his gaze sharply on Frey.

"Those eyes... what precisely do you perceive?"

Amon had never encountered something like this previously.

And the sole one who held the response...

Was Frey himself.

He stayed quiet.

Nevertheless, the scene before him had transformed utterly.

Deep in his thoughts, even he pondered it.

"What... exactly am I seeing?"

The entire world had become entirely gray.

Yet from all surroundings, streams and routes of aura extended out...

Paths guiding Frey to endless possibilities, unveiling details invisible to others.

Before, Amon’s flash strike had been crystal clear to him.

Not just that... it had unfolded in slowed motion.

He had traced its course plainly: its origin and its destination.

He perceived it all.

And by merging that sight with his teleportation skill, he had equaled its velocity and slipped away.

Frey hadn’t mastered the ability completely yet.

But he knew one fact.

He had just seized another deadly tool.

The violet flames blazed fiercer, almost consuming Frey’s form entirely...

As if he teetered on the edge of turning into something different.

Something not human.

Suddenly, Frey warped straight to Amon, unleashing a savage flurry of blows loaded with enormous quantities of Black Hole Aura.

Amon fired back at once, releasing his own barrage of flash strikes, each packed with thick dark aura.

Even with Amon’s horrifying swiftness, Frey countered flawlessly... parrying and turning aside every blow.

And that wasn’t the conclusion.

With every moment that passed, the violet flames burned brighter.

Then... at the peak of intensity...

Frey released a strike brimming with an immense density of Black Hole Aura, creating a ruinous ray that swallowed Amon and all beyond him.

The demon’s arm got completely detached.

Half his frame was charred irreparably.

Still, Amon swiftly seized the detached arm, rejoining it as he withdrew at top speed.

Frey chased after him relentlessly.

Amon halted his withdrawal... and struck back.

"Forgive me, Vessel... I underestimated you."

Amon’s frame erupted fiercely as a massive surge of aura burst forth, making everyone close by shudder.

This marked his complete strength.

Amon struck once more with the identical flash punch...

And on this occasion...

His fist connected solidly with Frey, annihilating half of Frey’s torso and wiping it out.

In spite of the devastating harm...

Frey didn’t so much as flinch.

"Even though I saw the attack coming... my body couldn’t respond fast enough to my eyes,"

Frey stayed composed, dissecting the scenario with icy accuracy.

The Void Eyes had let him view and foresee Amon’s strike distinctly.

But his frame hadn’t matched the pace...

And thus he took the hit.

"I require more strength."

Frey ramped up the burning of souls.

Next, using his spare hand, he swept across the ruined portion of his body...

And it healed right away, on its own.

Simultaneously, he launched yet another assault—much mightier—fueled by violet flames and Black Hole Aura.

Amon replied with his counter, his shadowy fist smashing into Frey’s sword.

"Vessel of Nameless... declare your name."

As their auras collided and the ground quaked...

Amon inquired with a grin, recognizing Frey as a true rival.

Frey offered no reply.

He pressed on with his ruthless barrage, obvious revulsion marked on his features.

"What’s the point of giving my name to someone I intend to kill?"

Frey’s harsh retort arrived with yet another round of wounds dealt to Amon.

The demon erupted in laughter, his aura surging higher with each clash.

In the meantime...

Upon catching Frey’s words, Gehrman at last comprehended.

This individual didn’t plan just to hold Amon off.

He aimed to end him.

It was utter insanity.

Yet Gehrman couldn’t refute that Frey held all the elements needed to achieve it.

"Layering six reality-shattering powers and aligning them... teleportation... total mastery over aura release..."

Frey Starlight’s might had skyrocketed following the unlocking of the Fifth and Sixth Stages of Shadow Adaptation...

Superior phases crafted purely for warfare.

The souls provided him vast energy.

The Void Eyes enabled him to discern routes so vividly that, once perfected, he’d glimpse the future across all potentials.

However, seeking to slay Amon was a disastrous notion.

The demon still concealed his actual prowess.

"Frey! Don’t try to kill him—buying time is all you need to do!"

Gehrman transmitted his message straight to Frey.

But Frey evidently despised the suggestion.

Amid the conflict, he pivoted toward Gehrman...

A fearsome look sculpted on his face as the Void Eyes shimmered with shadowy glow.

"Gehrman... shut up and let me handle this."

The violet flames enveloped Frey’s body fully.

His shape warped into something nightmarish...

Causing both Gehrman and Abraham to observe in hushed terror.

For an instant...

Frey appeared more demonic than the demon before him.