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Pantheon was speechless.

What he just witnessed wasn't power—it was dominance.

R, who was godlike in strength, had been swatted away like a fly.

Asher wasn't blinded by his new power. Calm and focused, he appeared in front of R and raised his fist.

R grinned and met him halfway.

"Law of Destruction" he roared.

Asher's hand shattered on impact—but in the same instant, it regenerated and slammed into R's face, launching him across the sky again.

Before R could regain his balance, Asher appeared again—unleashing a barrage of punches so fast they blurred from sight.

R barely managed to block, but even that wasn't enough.

His defense crumbled under Asher's speed.

Worse, his law—once absolute—was being undone. Asher's regeneration shrugged off every counter, resetting the damage like it never happened.

Then R started laughing.

Low at first. Then louder, rising with something wild behind it.

His form began to twist. Skin darkened. Veins flared. Red lightning erupted from his body, arcing in all directions like a storm.

Without warning, he vanished.

Instantly.

He reappeared behind Asher and struck. The impact bent space, warping the sky in every direction.

Asher was sent skidding across the air, crashing through invisible walls of pressure.

But he wasn't out.

Asher halted mid-flight and rocketed back, trading blow for blow with R.

Each clash broke the world around them. Cracks spread through the sky. The clouds tore open. The land below shook like it couldn't handle what hovered above.

Fist met fist again, and space fractured like glass.

Every strike became a test of who could rewrite the rules faster—Asher's regeneration or R's raw destruction.

At first, it looked even. Blow for blow, neither side gave an inch.

But everything changed the moment R stopped smiling.

He twisted mid-air and slammed his foot into Asher's stomach, sending him crashing backward. Then he moved—too fast for space to adjust, too sharp for time to keep up.

Each punch landed not once, but dozens of times, like the world paused just for him. Every strike layered over the last, piling on damage faster than reality could respond.

If not for Asher's regeneration, his body would've been torn apart beyond recognition.

He wasn't winning now. He was surviving.

(Cursed it) Pantheon roared, breaking his silence. He launched from the heavens, his armored form cutting through the sky like a meteor.

In a blur, he caught Asher mid-air—then his form shifted, armor breaking apart into glowing fragments.

Those fragments twisted and reformed, scales replacing steel, until he became a massive dragon-shaped sword pulsing with power.

(Brat! We're doing this together!)

No more words were needed.

Their energies aligned instantly, like they'd trained for this moment all their lives.

The result didn't just match SSS+. It shattered past it.

R burst into hysterical laughter. "Hahaha! That's it! This is what I've been waiting for! Come on—entertain me more!"

He shed his human form like dead skin, morphing into something monstrous. A bone demon cloaked in red lightning and raw madness.

His grin stretched from ear to ear, too wide, too sharp—turning his skull face into the very image of horror.

"You know, I don't usually use a weapon," R said, raising both hands. "I prefer my fists—but I'll humor you."

Dark energy swirled around him as two weapons emerged—twisted blades shaped like swords, but lined with vicious, spinning teeth like chainsaws.

The instant they buzzed to life, Asher's left arm was severed. He didn't even see the strike.

Sensing the threat, Asher reacted instantly.

He cast dozens of spells—thousands of magic circles burst into existence, forming a dome of layered barriers around him.

Then, all at once, the circles turned offensive. Blinding beams of energy shot out in every direction.

But R only grinned.

With perfect control, he moved like a seasoned dual-wielder, spinning and slashing through the attack. His chainsaw blades roared, tearing through beam after beam, shredding the magic like paper.

Nothing touched him.

But then—out of nowhere—a single energy slash tore through the battlefield.

It didn't travel. It just appeared.

Before R could even react, the blade cleaved through him.

His body split clean in half, crashing down to the ground in two burning pieces.

"Dragon Wrath Slash," Asher muttered, breathing heavily.

The attack had drained both him and Pantheon—it wasn't something they could use often. But its power was undeniable.

A move designed to end battles. A sure-kill strike.

(Brat, I can't believe we actually pulled it off,) Pantheon let out dry laugh, still stunned by the outcome.

Asher gave a weak chuckle, still catching his breath.

"Yeah… me neither."

(Let's hope we don't need to do that again anytime soon.)

"Why not? Things are just getting fun."

Asher's eyes widened.

R stood there—whole again. Not a scratch on him. His

"Did you really think that was enough to kill me?" R's voice dripped with amusement as red lightning danced around him.

"I may be far weaker than I was at my peak, but a straight forward hit like that? Not even close..."

"After all…" He spread his arms wide, lightning crackling louder. "Even the universe couldn't kill me."

Asher didn't respond right away. He gripped the dragon blade tighter.

That last attack was far from straightforward.

It carried a sliver of space itself—an element that, in theory, could erase anything from existence. A blade meant to slice through reality, not just flesh.

"Don't look so tense," R grinned widened. "I'll admit it—you're strong. Stronger than most I've faced."

He stretched his neck, a low crack echoing through the air.

"The number of people who've forced me to use my life-saving trump cards? I can count them on one hand. And every single one of them is dead now."

His eyes narrowed, not in anger—but in respect.

"So I acknowledge you. The two of you, combined… might just be the strongest in the universe."

Asher sneered. "Strongest in the universe… but still weaker than you?"

The words dripped with bitter sarcasm, but underneath it, there was a hint of frustration.

"Some title that is."

His grip tightened on the dragon blade, the faint hum of power returning to his stance.

He wasn't ready to back down.