Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1484 Just a Kick

Orion vanished instantly, manifesting directly in the rear of a Holy Guard Knight. He swung his arms downward, executing a gravity-enhanced elbow strike.

BOOM!

The Knight was propelled through the air like a fired projectile, yet his physical form remained intact.

Almost immediately, the Saint and the five remaining Knights channeled their Divine Power into a unified network, manifesting layers of protective barriers around their companion the moment the collision occurred.

"How adorable."

Such precise coordination indicated a collective consciousness or a shared sensory link.

"Do you truly believe you can enact your formation? Not while I am still here," Orion remarked with a savage smirk. "Not unless you manage to defeat me first."

He disappeared once more. This time, he materialized directly behind the Saint.

Orion leaped, descending with a guillotine axe kick aimed at severing the Saint's head from his torso.

Simultaneously, the six Holy Guard Knights teleported into view, blades unsheathed. They surrounded Orion from every angle, their swords converging in a lethal attempt to dismantle him with a coordinated strike.

"Come and face me!"

Orion did not halt his kick. Instead, his eight arms blurred like spinning blades, his fists striking outward with meteor-like force to parry the approaching steel.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! All six Knights were blasted backward, unable to withstand Orion’s sheer physical dominance.

Despite clearing his surroundings, Orion’s expression remained grim.

His axe kick had stalled mid-air, hovering mere inches from the back of the Saint’s skull.

"Is this... a restriction?"

Orion identified the origin instantaneously.

"Indeed. A restriction," the Saint stated, his tone freezing. "The Gaze of the Goddess."

Without turning, a phantom image of a beautiful, malevolent eye materialized above the Saint’s head, staring unblinkingly at Orion.

"You cannot obstruct the ritual," the Saint declared, remaining back-to-back. "Once the array is complete, your end will arrive."

The Saint was burning with humiliation and vitriol. Within the Agaman Holy Order, he reigned as the ultimate entity, second only to the Goddess. All bowed before him, yet in view of his own disciples, Orion treated him like a mere punching bag. He could no longer endure the insolence. He had been forced to utilize a hidden technique bestowed by the Goddess simply to keep this brute immobilized.

"Bring about my end? Do you actually possess the capability?"

Orion roared with laughter. His internal Divine Power erupted like a tsunami, smashing against the mysterious void energy constraining his limb.

"I have decided that this kick will connect, and so it shall!"

The Mountain-Crusher Stomp!

He coined the name on the spot to amplify his own momentum. While there was no intricate technique involved, shouting the title while battling against divine suppression sent adrenaline surging through his veins. It had been an age since he felt such a rush.

Crack. Crack.

The sound of shattering glass resonated through the spiritual realm.

Fissures began to spread across the pupil of the ethereal eye hovering above the Saint. The gaze was failing; the hold was weakening.

BANG!

Whether it lasted a heartbeat or half a minute, the moment the eye disintegrated, Orion’s leg completed its descent.

Whoosh!

There was no blast, nor the sound of impact.

The Saint’s body simply eroded into fine motes of dust and vanished.

However, Orion was far too experienced to believe a Second-Stage Demigod would perish from a single physical strike.

The Fate-Sealer Stomp!

Orion teleported again, delivering a second kick imbued with even greater crushing force, striking at empty space.

A golden flame had briefly ignited in the void, only to be pulverized by Orion before it could coalesce. Sparks rained across the sky.

It was the Saint’s Divine Fire. Orion knew that dispersing it would not extinguish it—immortality did not function that way—but it inflicted immense trauma on the Saint’s inner essence. The Saint of the Agaman Temple was now being forced into hiding, too terrified to manifest his Demigod avatar.

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Indestructible Shield!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Sword that Cleaves All!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Supreme Armor against all harm!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Boots of Unmatchable Speed!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Crown of Unspeakable Nobility!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Source of Faith, the Star's Protection!"

As Orion prepared a third, more devastating kick, the six Holy Guard Knights he had previously cast aside completed their recitation.

Their physical forms transformed into streaks of brilliance. Empowered by the formation, they condensed into six distinct Relics, their auras bound in an flawless circuit.

The Shield of Guardianship. The Holy Sword. The Supreme Armor. The Boots of Speed. The Goddess's Crown. The Star's Protection.

The instant the equipment solidified, the Saint’s scattered Divine Fire flashed back to life, diving into the heart of the six Relics.

Orion regarded the secret technique with covetous eyes. He desired that strength.

But there was no interval for study. He lunged in, all eight arms swaying—two fists hammering toward the Divine Fire, while the other six focused on each Relic.

Hummmmm!

The Relics, forged from the essence of six Demigods, resonated in unison. A defensive barrier blossomed from the Supreme Armor, halting Orion’s assault entirely.

Orion’s strikes appeared to be simple brawling, yet every punch was a collision of immense Divine Power and sheer will. Their ability to block him confirmed the staggering volume of Faith Energy those six Demigods held.

Witnessing the impasse, Orion chose not to overextend. He teleported backward, widening the gap between himself and the reforming Saint.

"You cannot penetrate the Supreme Armor. That validates your lack of reach into the Divine Soul realm of the Third Stage."

The Saint’s form fully manifested.

He held the Shield in his left hand and the Sword in his right. Clad in the Supreme Armor, with Boots on his feet, the Crown upon his head, and a golden Star hovering behind him, he appeared as a god of war descended from paradise. He stood majestic, imposing, and noble, surveying all mortal life with contempt.

"And what of it?"

Orion understood he had9 not ascended to the Third-Stage, nor even the Second. His current combat prowess derived from his singular path toward godhood.

"It means you are doomed."

Humiliated and slighted, the refined Saint was determined to erase Orion’s existence entirely. He intended to slaughter not just Orion, but every intruder he had brought along. No one would be spared.

"Glory Cross Slash!"

As a signature maneuver of the Holy Sword, it possessed overwhelming force and an unavoidable locking effect. In other words, Orion was required to endure it.

Orion grunted, chambering his fist and launching it like a cannonball.

His fist collided with the golden cross-shaped energy wave. Their Divine Powers ground against one another, nullifying each other in a cascade of brilliant sparks.

Just as Orion began to dismiss the Saint’s offensive power as mediocre, the enemy launched a successive strike.

"Sacrifice: Holy Light Judgment!"