The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2487: Breaking the Blade of the End of Times

Cain’s eyes were cold as he redirected every ounce of stolen momentum and power, every trace of dispersed weight, and every fragment of stasis force into the Blade of the End of Times.

Combining his power and the one he took from Intu into the weapon made the blade tremble as if it were able to burst into pieces, yet it endured, allowing Cain to strike with a power that surpassed the Limit Alpha Omega Overgod Rank!

Without mercy or hesitation, he slashed down with everything he had.

"ZNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

The sound of space tearing apart echoed across the firmament as the blade cleaved through Intu’s body, sundering him in half from shoulder to waist.

For a fraction of a second, even Cain’s eyes widened.

The power behind that strike had been immense—augmented by White Mantle, reinforced by Light of the Flow, and sharpened by the Quietus Force. It should have been more than enough to cripple a Limit Alpha Omega Overgod, but this was too much.

Something felt wrong.

Confusion—perhaps even panic—should have arisen.

Instead, only calm surfaced within Cain’s heart.

Within the same heartbeat in which he "split" Intu in two, Cain twisted his body and raised the Blade of the End of Times horizontally, gripping it with both hands like a shield.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A massive explosion detonated above him.

The firmament fractured. The ocean below cracked and sank under the pressure.

The cause was clear.

Intu—who had supposedly been cut in half—now stood above Cain, swinging his bastard sword down with catastrophic force. The "body" Cain had cut apart was blasted into the distance.

The true strike from the Soul Crushing King descended like divine punishment.

The collision drove both of them downward toward the ocean floor.

Cain clenched his teeth as overwhelming weight and pressure cascaded through his arms and spine. His entire body trembled under the force. Every muscle fiber screamed as he maintained his stance.

It took all his martial mastery just to stabilize himself before his feet finally slammed into the seabed.

The ocean floor shattered instantly.

Cracks spiderwebbed outward for miles as Cain resisted the descending blade.

Intu leaned into the strike, teeth bared, pushing harder and harder.

His eyes burned with pain and fury.

He had sacrificed much for this attack, too much. So no matter what, it will be a success, and he will kill the Red King.

"ARGHHHHH!"

The Soul Crushing King roared as his Ancestor Power surged higher. The weight behind the bastard sword intensified beyond reason. Space and time warped visibly around the blade, twisting under unbearable density.

Then the distortion deepened.

Light itself began to bend.

Then vanish.

The concentrated mass collapsed inward, devouring illumination and forming something terrifying—a miniature black hole coiled around the descending sword.

The ocean went haywire.

A vacuum expanded around the two of them while apocalyptic shockwaves ravaged the surrounding waters. Mountains of seawater were displaced. Entire ecosystems were erased in seconds.

Yet even as he held back a black hole with a cracking blade, Cain’s gaze did not waver.

His mind sharpened further.

He searched.

"Crack."

The sound was faint, but unmistakable.

Fractures began spreading across the surface of the Blade of the End of Times.

It was a Limit Alpha Omega Overgod weapon—exceedingly powerful.

But Intu’s bastard sword was stronger.

And it would not endure that crushing singularity for long.

"If I don’t find a solution now, the Blade of the End of Times will shatter," Cain calculated calmly. "And I will lose my weapon."

The thought barely formed before a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.

A slow smile spread across his face.

He inhaled deeply.

Then he stepped forward.

Cain twisted every bone and tendon within his frame, generating explosive impulse from the soles of his feet upward. With precise body mechanics and flawless timing, he began pushing the Blade of the End of Times upward—centimeter by centimeter.

Intu frowned.

The Red King’s martial prowess was astonishing. Every slight movement was optimized. Every shift of weight was perfect.

But it didn’t matter.

Each centimeter the bastard sword was forced upward caused more cracks to spread across Cain’s blade.

And finally—

"CRACK!"

The Blade of the End of Times shattered.

Fragments scattered like dying stars.

A savage, bloodthirsty smile spread across Intu’s face.

"Die!"

"BOOM!"

The smile lasted less than a heartbeat.

A rising punch collided with his jaw.

Cain had released the sword at the exact moment of collapse, stepping into Intu’s descending momentum. The counterstrike harnessed the full force of Intu’s own dive and returned it to him with devastating efficiency.

"What the hell—"

That was all Intu managed to think before he was blasted skyward.

His neck felt as though it might tear apart. If not for his monstrous vitality and physical resilience, that single blow could have ended him.

Even so, blood sprayed from his mouth as he regained control midair.

He turned his gaze downward.

Far below, standing on the fractured ocean floor, was the Red King—now bathed in golden flames.

Intu replayed the sequence in his mind, urging his mind for an answer.

He had shattered the Blade of the End of Times. There had been no obstruction left in his path.

Yet at the final instant—just before his sword should have crushed Cain’s body—golden flames had enveloped the Red King. His speed had spiked explosively. He had slipped past the descending blade and delivered that counter.

Understanding dawned.

"It wasn’t to repel me," Intu muttered. "He pushed upward to create space... He never intended to preserve the blade."

A flash of enlightenment crossed his eyes.

"He sacrificed a Limit-Overgod weapon just to create the opening he needed."

Far below, Cain’s eyes glowed scarlet as he gave a small nod.

"Good instincts. Sharp analysis. No wonder you’ve reached this level," he said calmly.

Then his expression shifted.

"But this has gone on long enough."

"Time to go all out."

Intu’s frown deepened.

What does he mean?

Before the question fully formed, five treasures materialized around Cain.