Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 661: Father And Son Talk-2

Azaron asked questions at each interval as though invested in the story, his interest evident in both his tone and expression, and indeed, every once in a while a grin would appear on his face... well, only during Asher’s battles, as he could not help but marvel at how utterly ridiculous Asher was, the sheer disparity between expectation and reality almost amusing to him.

Azaron could not understand how Asher had survived against the assassin named Blue, the very notion seemed illogical even to someone of his caliber, but as he asked, Asher simply dodged the question; after all, he knew the battle against Blue had been won through his Absolute Physique, and without it, he would be a dead man now. After all, to even summon Malrik, he needed Astra energy to be infused into the talisman, something that had been impossible at the time of the event.

After a while, they got to Asher’s latest mission, which left Azaron in stunned silence; the man did not speak for a moment as he watched the battle in the illusion Asher had created without uttering a single word, his eyes fixed, absorbing every movement, every decision, every exchange. As the illusion ended, Azaron stayed silent for a moment longer, then suddenly burst out laughing.

Asher sat stunned as he watched Azaron laugh; although the man had been smiling and grinning through all his battle scenes, Asher had gotten used to that, but this was different, far more intense, far more unrestrained.

Although he had watched it, it still felt surreal to him that Asher had won against a Radiant Wavestar Life Ranker, the feat itself bordering on impossibility.

"True, but people still lose even when Radiant Wavestar Life Rankers underestimate them," Azaron replied with a wide grin, almost regretting why he had not been there to witness such a battle firsthand, such a spectacle.

Asher did not know what to say, so he simply remained silent, smiling faintly without a word, allowing Azaron to continue speaking without interruption.

"So, I’ve always waited for Malrik to reach my level to give me a proper fight, a fight that will make me bleed, lose a couple of limbs, break a few bones, but it will take some years for him to reach my level of power," a smile appeared on his face, one filled with anticipation. "But now, I no longer have to wait for only Malrik; now, I also have you. When your strength is sufficient, you can challenge me, or I will challenge you, the challenger does not matter, what matters is the thrill of it, the enjoyment of battle itself. Hell, even you and your brother can fight against me at the same time to make it more fun,"

’Truly a crazy family,’ Asher thought to himself, but at the same time, something flickered within him, as though the side effects of the Wargrave Bloodline were subtly resurfacing again like in the past.

A wide smile appeared on his face as he spoke, "I look forward to it,"

"Two decades should suffice with your immense talent," Azaron stated, his mind trailing as though he could already envision that future encounter.

’Two decades?’ Asher thought to himself; to him, that felt like such a long time, yet, despite knowing Asher’s ridiculous talent, Azaron still estimated a timeframe of two decades. But one had to understand that in two decades, Azaron himself would have grown stronger as well, so could this absurdly talented Asher ever catch up with his ridiculously overpowered father, Azaron?

"I have something to ask," Azaron stated, his mind breaking free from his fantasies of battling his monstrous first and last sons.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Azaron asked calmly.

"That the Emperor tried to manipulate you through his mind manipulation ability," Azaron asked as he met Asher’s gaze with a certain expression, one not carried by a Patriarch, but rather one carried by a father.