WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 129: A Void That Devours Even The Heavens!

A moment ago, back on the arena—

As the beam struck Reon's body, it began to ravenously drain his Spiritual Energy—like gluttony given form.

Yet he stood unmoving.

Then—he smiled.

"Good," he murmured, eyes gleaming. "Let's see what your so-called 'Ultimate Move' can really do."

Slowly, he raised his right arm, voice low and calm as a storm on the horizon.

"Luna. Activate it."

From the distance, Yi Ran narrowed her eyes. "What... is he doing?" she wondered, though she brushed the thought aside.

Then, from deep within Reon, a soft, ethereal voice answered—heard by him alone:

"Yes, Master."

Then came the response.

"Abyssal Absorption: Eternal Void of... Annihilation—

First Art—Devour All Offense!"

WHOOSH!

Above Reon's outstretched hand, a black void began to form—a perfect circle of shadow, like a miniature black hole, unseen by any but him.

In a single breath, it fully materialized.

The silvery-gold beam, once searing through the air toward him, no longer touched his body.

Instead, it bent—its radiant essence drawn, consumed, devoured by the darkness hovering just a meter above his head... as if that void hungered for power itself.

From the outside, all anyone could see was this—an uncanny patch of sky, stretching from the ground to just above Reon's head, where the beam had vanished entirely, as if halted by some unseen force.

...

Now.

From audience seat, the bald disciple turned sharply toward Xue Taiyang, his voice trembling like Yi Ran's.

"W-What's going on?! Why isn't the golden light hitting him?"

Around them, murmurs spread like wildfire.

"Yeah—why? How's that even possible?"

"It just... stopped. Midway. That's not normal."

"Did Yi Ran's technique fail? Maybe she hasn't fully mastered it yet?"

"No way! That's Goddess Yi Ran we're talking about! There's no way she'd use a technique she couldn't control!"

"I swear, just a moment ago it was landing clean on Xue Taiyang... and now? It's like the light itself vanished!"

"Yeah... it's almost like that light was afraid of him."

Amid the confusion, Xu Yang tilted his head high with pride. A wide, smug grin spread across his face as he glanced at the flustered crowd—then squarely at the bald disciple.

"I told you," he said, voice brimming with confidence. "Don't underestimate my big brother. He's the man who'll surpass everyone—he'll become the Strongest."

The bald disciple clenched his jaw. "Ugh...!"

He had no retort. Only silence.

Then he muttered, trying to save face.

"Just you wait. He hasn't won yet. The outcome's still unclear."

Xu Yang snorted and crossed his arms.

"Tch. Typical. Whatever—you're not worth my time. I'd rather focus on Big Brother's every move... maybe even gain a little enlightenment while I'm at it."

...

In the arena—

Yi Ran's eyes widened, disbelief bleeding into her voice.

"W-What is that...? Why did the beam stop—right above his head?"

Across from her, Reon casually looked up at the swirling void just above him and exhaled, bored.

"Try harder, Yi Ran," he said, voice calm, almost indifferent. "I'm getting bored."

Those words struck her harder than any blow.

Confusion, frustration... and a creeping sense of fear stirred within her.

She had never once believed that Xue Taiyang—no matter how hard he tried—could possibly withstand her final move.

She had poured everything into it—every last drop of her energy. This move was meant to end it.

After all, it was a technique she had prepared for the strongest disciple of the Outer Sect. Even for someone like him, fending it off should have been difficult... perhaps even impossible.

Unless...

Unless somehow, he had neutralized it.

No. That had to be an illusion—some trick.

She clenched her jaw and pushed harder.

The beam pulsed brighter as she poured in more power—her final reserves.

But—

SWOOSH.

SWOOOSH.

The more she gave, the more the darkness above Reon devoured.

That unnatural void above his hand pulled harder, hungrily absorbing the divine energy like a starved beast.

Within moments—

The beam trembled.

It shimmered.

Cracked—

—and in the next breath, without a single sound...

It vanished.

Gone.

Silence swept the arena like a blade through wind.

Reon lowered his arm with a slow, effortless motion. His voice was cool, almost disappointed.

"So this... was your so-called 'Ultimate Move'? Not so interesting, after all."

Yi Ran didn't move.

She stood there, frozen, her expression blank—like a statue cracked at the core.

"Huh...?"

The word escaped her lips, soft, stunned.

...

"The attack... didn't work?"

Yang Mi's brows furrowed as her gaze locked on Reon.

"What did Xue Taiyang do to fend off something that powerful? That was her strongest strike..."

A chill crept down her spine.

"No... he's stronger than I anticipated."

"Could I have withstood that attack... even at my full strength?" Yang Lie wondered, his gaze lingering on the fading sparks of battle as he stood victorious over Zi Chen, arrogance still etched across his face.

"That loser... how did he survive something like that?" he thought, a flicker of unease tightening in his chest.

"Looks like he's stronger than I thought. Tch... I'll have to reconsider my entire approach to the Main Quest."

Unseen by all, high above the arena, a woman sat silently in the sky, one leg crossed over the other, shrouded beneath a veil of active stealth magic—the Dean herself had arrived.

Her sharp gaze never wavered from Reon.

"Interesting..." she mused silently, arms crossed, her aura perfectly hidden.

"What exactly did that brat just do? I saw no fluctuation of Spiritual Energy, no technique signs—he simply raised his hand, and that beam vanished."

She narrowed her eyes.

"That move... it resembled our Superior-Level 3rd-Circle Gravity Magic—but far more refined. And he just—nullified it?"

A quiet smirk played at the corner of her lips.

"Hmph. Far more intriguing than I gave him credit for."

Meanwhile, from a shaded corner of the spectating platform, a mysterious girl draped in an ornate veil watched in silence—eyes fixated on Yi Ran.

Her expression was unreadable, but her voice betrayed a faint irritation.

"What... is this? Why does it look like my cousin is actually struggling against that weakling?"

Her brows knit.

"She poured a serious move into that beam... and yet, he shrugged it off like it was nothing."

The maid behind her, ever composed, stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"It's not as it seems, Young Miss. I believe Miss Yi Ran is merely testing him—playing with her prey. She will end it soon."

The veiled girl looked away, unconvinced.

"...I hope so."

...

In the arena, silence pressed down like a storm about to break.

Yi Ran stood frozen, her body trembling ever so slightly.

Her eyes were wide, her breath shallow.

"W-What... what happened to my technique?" she asked, her voice cracking. "W-What did you do?"

"..."

There was no answer.

Reon simply stared back—expression unreadable, his silence heavier than a thousand words.

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"Hmph," Luna snorted, unheard by Yi Ran. "You ignorant wench. Even at Level 1, the Core Void Eye's arts are more than enough to consume your so-called 'Ultimate Move.'"

Her voice turned cold with pride.

"It is, after all, a void that devours even the Heavens. How dare you belittle my master."