Chapter 377: Void Meets Chaos

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Void Meets Chaos

Kael didn’t move for a long moment. Then his aura shifted.

Grey mist poured from his body. It didn’t spread like normal qi. It crawled along the ground like living rot.

The diamond-steel plating beneath his feet began to change.

First it turned black. Then it crumbled into grey powder.

The decay spread in a widening circle around him. Ten meters. Twenty meters. Thirty meters.

The crowd gasped.

Damon watched the grey tide approach.

He looked at his own feet. The stone beneath him was still solid. But the grey mist was creeping closer.

Damon raised his hand.

The Chaos Devourer materialized in his grip.

The blade was black. Not the black of darkness. The black of absence. The black of before creation.

Silver veins pulsed along its length, throbbing like a heartbeat.

The moment the sword appeared, the grey mist stopped advancing.

It pushed against an invisible wall.

Damon stepped forward.

The Chaos Devourer drank in the ambient light. The torches along the arena walls flickered and dimmed. The sun itself seemed to lose its warmth.

Pre-Creation energy bled from the blade in waves.

Kael’s eyes widened.

"There it is."

His voice carried across the silent arena.

"The sword that existed before the laws of this world were written."

Damon kept walking.

The grey mist parted around him like water around a stone.

He stopped twenty meters from Kael.

"Come on then."

Kael smiled.

He vanished.

Damon didn’t flinch. He swung the Chaos Devourer to his left.

The blades met.

The sound wasn’t a clang. It was a crack. Like reality itself breaking.

A shockwave erupted from the point of impact.

The arena barrier flared bright white.

Then it shattered.

The crowd screamed.

Grand Marshal Vane appeared in front of the barrier, his hands glowing with Saint Spirit Realm power. He forced the barrier back together, but cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.

"Reinforcements now!" he shouted.

Royal guards rushed forward, pressing their hands against the barrier pillars. Their qi poured into the defensive arrays.

Inside the arena, Damon and Kael stood locked in their clash.

Their swords pressed against each other.

Where the blades met, small fissures opened in the air. Black lines that pulsed with nothingness.

Damon pushed.

Kael slid back, his feet carving grooves in the stone.

Kael twisted his blade and disengaged. He reappeared ten meters away.

"Good."

Damon didn’t answer. He was already moving.

He appeared above Kael, the Chaos Devourer descending.

Kael raised his sword to block. The impact sent a shockwave downward. The arena floor cratered.

Stone turned to dust.

The barrier flickered again.

Grand Marshal Vane cursed.

"More power! Now!"

Five more elders joined the barrier reinforcement. Their combined qi stabilized the defensive array.

But just barely.

Inside the crater, Damon pressed his blade against Kael’s.

The grey mist and black lightning fought for dominance.

Kael’s eyes glowed with void energy.

"You’re holding back."

Damon didn’t answer.

Kael smiled.

"Good. So am I."

He exploded with power.

The grey mist turned black. Pure void energy erupted from his body.

Damon was thrown backward.

He landed on his feet, sliding across the stone.

The Chaos Devourer hummed in his hand.

He’s strong.

Damon looked at the blade.

But not stronger than us.

He raised the sword.

Black lightning coiled around his arm.

Kael watched, his expression unreadable.

"You understand now. Don’t you?"

Damon didn’t answer.

Kael continued.

"We are the same. Two sides of the same coin. Chaos and Void. Creation and Destruction."

He spread his arms.

"The world was born from our clash. And it will end the same way."

Damon lowered his stance.

"Then let’s end it."

He vanished.

Kael vanished.

They appeared in the center of the arena.

Their blades met again.

The shockwave was worse this time.

The barrier cracked.

Grand Marshal Vane grunted, pouring more qi into the array.

The royal guards collapsed from exhaustion.

Two more elders stepped forward to replace them.

Inside the arena, Damon and Kael exchanged a dozen strikes in a single second.

Each impact tore small fissures in the air.

The crowd watched in stunned silence.

This wasn’t a fight between disciples.

This was a battle between gods.

Damon landed a cut across Kael’s chest.

Kael’s robes parted. Blood welled up.

But the wound closed instantly.

Kael smiled.

"You’ll have to do better than that."

He swung his sword.

Damon blocked.

The impact drove him to his knees.

The stone beneath him cracked.

Kael pressed down.

"You have the sword. But you don’t have the experience."

Damon looked up.

"Experience doesn’t matter when you have the right tool."

He twisted the Chaos Devourer.

The blade shifted.

A wave of spatial energy erupted from it.

Kael was thrown backward.

He crashed into the barrier.

The barrier held.

But just barely.

Kael stood up, brushing dust from his robes.

"Good."

He raised his sword.

"Let’s try this."

The grey mist around him condensed.

It formed into a single point at the tip of his blade.

A point of pure void.

Damon felt it.

That’s dangerous.

He raised the Chaos Devourer.

Black lightning gathered along its edge.

They stared at each other across the arena.

The crowd held its breath.

Grand Marshal Vane shouted.

"Everyone brace!"

Damon and Kael moved at the same time.

They crossed the arena in an instant.

Their blades met in the center.

The point of void met the edge of chaos.

The explosion was silent.

Because sound itself ceased to exist.

A sphere of nothing expanded from the point of impact.

It consumed the stone.

It consumed the air.

It consumed the light.

The barrier shattered completely.

Grand Marshal Vane and the elders were thrown backward.

The crowd screamed.

Damon and Kael stood in the center of the sphere.

Their blades locked.

The sphere expanded.

Ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifty meters.

It reached the edge of the arena.

And stopped.

Damon looked at Kael.

Kael looked at him.

They were both bleeding.

Damon’s arm was cracked.

Kael’s ribs were broken.

But neither of them moved.

The sphere began to collapse.

Reality rushed back in.

Damon and Kael stood in the center of a perfect circle of destruction.

Everything within fifty meters was gone.

Only they remained.

Kael smiled.

"Good fight."

Damon nodded.

"It’s not over yet."

Kael raised his sword.

"No. It’s not."

They moved again.

The barrier was gone.

But they didn’t care.