Chapter 376: The Final Wall

Chapter 376: Chapter 376: The Final Wall

Lumina stepped forward, her disguise flickering.

She walked onto the arena floor.

The thin man raised his scythe.

Grand Marshal Vane raised his hand.

"Begin."

The thin man vanished.

He appeared behind Lumina, his scythe swinging.

Lumina didn’t turn.

She raised her hand.

Golden light exploded from her palm.

The thin man flew backward, his scythe shattering. He hit the barrier and slumped to the ground.

Grand Marshal Vane raised his hand.

"Azure Dragon Sect leads. Six to zero."

Lumina lowered her hand and walked back to the dugout.

The crowd was silent. Then they erupted.

The Nameless Sect had one fighter left.

Kael.

Grand Marshal Vane’s voice echoed across the colosseum.

"Nameless Sect. Final fighter. Step forward."

The tunnel at the far end of the arena remained dark.

Then footsteps echoed.

Kael walked out of the shadows.

He moved past the fallen bodies of his subordinates without looking at them. His grey robes billowed with each step. His hand rested on the sheathed sword at his hip.

His ash-grey eyes were fixed on the Azure Dragon dugout.

On Damon.

Kael stopped at the center of the arena and stood there. Waiting.

The crowd held its breath.

Damon watched from the dugout. He could feel the Entropic Void Bloodline pulsing beneath Kael’s skin. It was like staring into a black hole that consumed everything around it.

He’s not afraid. He’s not excited. He’s just... waiting.

Ariel stepped up beside Damon.

"I can fight him. Wear him down."

Damon shook his head.

"No."

Mio moved to his other side.

"We can all go together. Overwhelm him."

Damon looked at her.

"I gave my word."

Mia appeared at his shoulder.

"Then let me soften him up. Just one strike."

Damon turned to face all of them.

Selene stood behind the group, her hand on her sword. Flare gripped the Inferno Phoenix Blade. Seraphina held the Tempest Azure Blade. Alena had her staff ready. Lumina’s golden light flickered beneath her disguise.

They were all ready to fight.

Damon smiled.

"I said I would face him alone. That hasn’t changed."

Ariel opened her mouth to argue.

Damon raised his hand.

"Trust me."

She closed her mouth.

Damon stepped past them.

He walked out of the dugout and onto the arena floor.

The crowd gasped.

Damon walked across the stone, his footsteps steady. He stopped fifty meters from Kael.

The two of them stood in the center of the Great Solaris Arena.

The champion of the Azure Dragon Sect.

The dark horse of the tournament.

Grand Marshal Vane looked between them.

"The final match of the Eastern Continent Tournament. Azure Dragon Sect versus Nameless Sect. The match will continue until one side is eliminated or yields."

He raised his hand.

"Begin."

Neither of them moved.

The crowd held its breath.

Damon studied Kael. The man’s aura was strange. It didn’t push outward like normal cultivation pressure. It pulled inward. Like a vacuum that wanted to suck everything into it.

The Entropic Void Bloodline. It feeds on decay.

Kael spoke for the first time.

"You have the Chaos Devourer."

His voice was flat. No emotion.

Damon didn’t answer.

Kael continued.

"I felt it when you erased Kai. The sword of the Pre-Creation Era. The blade that existed before the laws of this world were written."

He tilted his head.

"You are the one I came here to find."

Damon narrowed his eyes.

"You came to the tournament looking for me?"

Kael’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

"I came looking for the sword. The sword led me to you."

He drew his blade.

It was a simple weapon. Grey steel. No ornamentation. No glow.

But when it left the sheath, the air around it began to rot.

Dust formed on the stone floor. The light dimmed near the blade.

Kael held the sword at his side.

"The Chaos Devourer and the Entropic Void were born from the same source. Two halves of a whole. One creates. One destroys."

He raised the sword.

"I want to see which one is stronger."

Damon drew the Chaos Devourer.

The blade materialized in his hand, black and silver. Space warped around it. Time seemed to slow.

The two weapons faced each other across fifty meters of stone.

The crowd leaned forward.

In the royal box, King Aurelius Solaris gripped his throne.

In the medical pavilion, Fania sat up despite her injuries.

Everyone knew.

This was the real final.

Damon spoke.

"You talk a lot for someone who’s about to lose."

Kael’s expression didn’t change.

"We’ll see."

The air between them began to crack.

Damon felt the Chaos Devourer pulse in his hand. It recognized the Entropic Void. They were enemies. Ancient enemies.

Two halves of a whole.

Kael took a step forward.

Damon matched him.

They circled each other, fifty meters apart, neither willing to make the first move.

The crowd held its breath.

Grand Marshal Vane watched with narrowed eyes.

Damon activated his Incubus Celestial Eyes.

Kael’s status appeared.

[Name: Kael]

[Cultivation: King Spirit Realm - Ninth Level]

[Bloodline: Entropic Void Bloodline - Heaven Grade Peak]

[Physique: Body of the Void Walker - Heaven Grade Peak]

Damon’s eyes widened.

King Spirit Realm Ninth Level. Same as my true cultivation.

He looked deeper.

Kael’s spiritual roots were Void Spiritual Roots. Saint Grade Peak. The same as Damon’s.

He’s my equal.

Kael spoke again.

"You see me now. Don’t you?"

Damon didn’t answer.

Kael smiled.

"I see you too. The Incubus Lord. The Chaos Devourer’s wielder. The man who built a harem of powerful women to fuel his growth."

He tilted his head.

"You are the most interesting person I have ever met."

Damon gripped his sword.

"And you’re the most annoying."

Kael laughed.

It was a dry sound. Like wind through dead leaves.

"Then let’s end this."

He raised his sword.

Grey mist began to leak from his body.

Damon raised the Chaos Devourer.

Black lightning crackled along the blade.

The two forces met in the space between them.

The arena shook.

The barrier flickered.

Grand Marshal Vane raised his hand, ready to intervene if necessary.

But he didn’t.

Because this was the final.

And only one would walk away.