The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2321: A new master of Asura Form

Luckily for Bradly, the punch did not pierce into his stomach and destroy his organs, but it did overcome his defenses and blast him into the distance. He rolled through the ground for dozens of meters, carving a shallow trench through the earth before finally skidding into a pond.

The violent momentum forced water upward in a wave, and Bradly used every bit of strength he had left to rise as fast as he could.

A mouthful of blood immediately spilled past his lips.

”What was that?”

There was genuine confusion in the Neo-Angel’s eyes. He detected no rise in energy, no increase in aura, and no shift in power from the violet-eyed man—yet that last strike had been vastly superior to the previous one.

It felt as if the same blow had suddenly gained overwhelming force without any noticeable change. As he focused once more on the violet-eyed man, Bradly’s attention narrowed on the stranger’s right fist.

The skin of that fist had turned jet-black, as if the flesh and muscle had been replaced by solid obsidian. The alteration was purely physical—no aura leaked out, no fluctuations rippled around it—and yet it was obvious that the transformation enhanced the man’s raw strength to a terrifying degree.

”Ready to talk?” the violet-eyed man asked with a calm expression, showing not a shred of urgency. Upon seeing Bradly’s expression—stubborn, guarded, and unwilling to speak—he shook his head once and simply flashed forward.

The battle resumed, and everything became extremely dangerous for Bradley. Every punch released by the violet-eyed man now carried enough power to overwhelm the Neo-Angel’s defenses and inflict catastrophic internal damage.

With every passing second, more wounds appeared across the Neo-Angel’s body, and his bones began to crack under the relentless pressure. The limits of physical reinforcement were showing, but Bradley had no intention of giving up.

”BOOM!”

An explosion echoed as a direct punch landed squarely in Bradly’s face. The impact cracked the bone and sent him blasting into a small mountain, burying his figure beneath layers of rock. Dust shot into the air, and debris slid down the slope in a cascade.

The violet-eyed man showed no pity as he advanced again. He flashed forward, ready to continue the beating without pause. Yet just as he reached the mountain, his eyes narrowed, and he pulled back instinctively.

”BOOM!”

A new explosion erupted—but this one came from inside the mountain. It carried so much power that huge chunks of boulders were blasted away in all directions.

Bradly emerged, and his eyes were full of brutality. His Neo-Angel Core was revolving with tremendous energy, latching onto the rules of Origin Island, breaking off tiny pieces of those laws and using them to trigger Salvation Incarnation. His aura exploded once more, and an expression of absolute thrill appeared on his face as he felt power flooding through his body.

One of the core components of a Neo-Angel’s Salvation Incarnation was simple: they drew from the rules and laws of a realm to transform themselves. The weaker the realm, the lower the power it granted. The reverse was equally true.

The laws and rules that forged Origin Island existed on a level that defied all reason, so the power of Salvation Incarnation obtained a transcendental upgrade.

”It is almost as if the Neo-Angel Race’s Salvation Incarnation was built for this place.”

A feral smile spread across Bradly’s face as wings of plasma emerged from his back, and turquoise gauntlets wrapped around his arms, making his physical strength soar. He turned his gaze toward the violet-eyed man, and cold killing intent rose in his expression.

”Time for the second round, bastard.”

Those words had barely left his mouth when Bradly vanished. He appeared right before the violet-eyed man, attacking with all the explosive strength granted by Salvation Incarnation.

The violet-eyed man could read Bradly’s thoughts and see the attacks before they appeared, yet even with that mental advantage he struggled to keep up with Bradly’s speed. His body shifted constantly, deploying shocking martial precision to narrow his movements to the bare minimum required to evade each strike.

He could dodge, but finding a counterattack window was nearly impossible.

Finally, Bradly landed a blow.

The violet-eyed man raised his obsidian arm to block, but the raw power behind Bradley’s punch still blasted him backward. His feet carved trenches across the ground, gouging two deep lines as he slid to a halt.

It was the first blow Bradly had landed in the entire fight, but that single success multiplied his confidence exponentially. In his mind, this was only the beginning. If he could land one, he could land more.

The man with violet eyes shook his right arm once. The power behind the punch was surprising, but his gaze remained calm and firm as he studied the Neo-Angel.

”I admit—you have a very strange power. Whoever designed it must have been very wise...”

The violet-eyed man paused briefly before continuing, voice still level.

”And also very ruthless, if he was willing to poison his people.”

Bradly frowned at those words, unable to understand the meaning. He refused to ask questions—this could easily be a trick designed to make him lower his mental defenses and allow the enemy to dig deeper into his thoughts. He steadied his breathing instead, forcing his expression to remain cold and unrevealing.

The violet-eyed man lost interest in Bradley’s silence. He simply took a slow breath. Then his heartbeat began to accelerate—faster and faster, each thump growing stronger and heavier.

”Wait... is that...?”

Shock and recollection appeared in Bradly’s eyes. Before he could complete the thought, the violet-eyed man spoke two simple words.

”Asura Form.”

His heartbeat detonated with power. The jet-black skin covering his right arm began to spread, enveloping his shoulder, torso, and limbs—until the transformation covered every inch of his body.

Before Bradly could overcome his shock, the violet-eyed man appeared in front of him. A punch slammed directly into Bradley’s chest, blasting his body through the ground as if he weighed nothing.

The Neo-Angel roared under the earth, but he immediately regained control of himself.

”Just what kind of connection is there between these people and the Scarlet King?”

The shock and the attack cracked Bradly’s mental defenses, and the violet-eyed man caught the thought instantly. A meaningful light appeared in those violet eyes.

”Scarlet King?”

”Dammit!” Bradley roared, furious at himself. It was not that he wanted to protect Cain, but the last thing he wanted was for the two sides to connect information. The Scarlet King was notorious for forging bonds with people, for drawing others into his schemes. Bradly refused to allow that.

His killing intent exploded. He flashed forward again, using everything he had left.