The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Removing the Oracle from the battle rendered the zombies disorganized. This allowed Klaus’s team to take control of the battle quickly, and after an hour, the last of the zombies were eliminated.

It was a grand battle, but it finally came to an end.

The moment that happened, Klaus knew it was his turn to handle his foe.

“I know this may come as a shock to you, but I am both grateful and disappointed.” Klaus’s tone was sharp, yet it was underpinned by firm resolve.

“I expected a good battle, which you gave me. For that, I am grateful.

However, I am disappointed because while I expected my first battle with a Tier 12 warrior to push me to my limits, you couldn’t even try to force me to use 30% of my strength.”

Klaus evaded a piercing stab from the Savage King, who looked tired, considering his movements had become sluggish, and all attacks lacked the force he had a couple of hours ago.

This time, it felt like he was merely trying to keep pushing forward with hopes he might succeed in landing a blow on him. However, Klaus was much more energetic than ever.

“I expected a powerhouse like you to have some terrifying powers up your sleeves, some trump cards even, but it turns out I expected too much from you.

That was my mistake. However, you helped me train my movement technique to some degree, and for that, I will grant you a quick death.”

Far from the battlefield, the Zombie Queen stood, staring at Klaus and the Savage King. The battle, as she could see it, was coming to an end… so she wanted to see how Klaus would handle the Savage King.

‘This young man is dangerous… I’d better make sure things go well tomorrow,’ she thought. Standing beside her, the Oracle also had a thought of her own…

‘At least I won’t have to look at his face again… but he saved my life and raised me, so for that, thank you, and may your soul rest in peace… I guess.’

The moment she said that, Klaus made his move.

He stamped hard on the ground, raising piercing ice from the earth. The Savage King jumped to evade, but another piercing ice came from behind him.

However, he was quick to raise a defence, blocking that ice, but the shockwave pushed him away, causing him to falter in mid-air.

That was where Klaus wanted the Savage King to be.

He flicked his hand, and a thick spear made of ice and coated in lightning appeared. Then, with a downward gesture, it stabbed the Zombie King.

The spear carried a powerful force, one that pierced through the Savage King’s head. He fell with a thud, and that was all… he died just like that.

Of course, he died simply because the spear was made from three deadly types of ice: The Abyssal Ice, the Soul Eater Ice, and the Devouring Ice.

The combination alone made the attack deadly.

The Abyssal Ice contained all the deadly properties of abyssal energy—death, pain, and corruption. All of these came together to form the spear.

Then, there was the Soul Eater Ice, where, despite Klaus attacking the body, it also dealt some soul damage.

Finally, the Devouring Ice aspect took effect, devouring the life force of the Savage King. This was all it took to overwhelm him.

Klaus had wanted to merge all seven ice elements, all flame elements, and even the lightning element. However, he was unable to accomplish that. Even so, just the combination of three ice types and lightning was enough to show how dangerous his elements were.

The Savage King dropped a core, and Klaus picked it up. Within seconds, he absorbed everything and then devoured the body using his Devouring Ice.

“At least you put up a good fight… But since we don’t share destiny, you had to die… Till we meet again, I guess.” Klaus smiled weakly and then slowly turned, looking in a certain direction.

Of course, there was nothing in that direction, but Klaus smiled and shook his head.

“Klaus, if you have time, can we spar?” Danny landed a few meters from Klaus, shaking the very ground beneath him. Klaus turned and studied him for a few seconds before nodding.

“If you can take three steps from where you stood, I will spar with you,” Klaus responded, tapping his right foot on the ground gently.

“Are you sure?” Danny asked, already thinking of the skills he would use when sparring with Klaus. Of course, his friends were also interested in what Danny was asking for.

Every last one of them, including Klaus’s wives, wanted to spar with him to see how much they had grown.

So seeing the offer, they wouldn’t let it pass. “Can we also join?” Queenie asked, walking toward Klaus, followed by her sisters.

“Of course, if any of you can take three steps from where Danny stood toward me, I will spar with you. But if you can’t, it means you don’t qualify to spar with me… You must go back and train some more.”

They nodded.

“In that case, here I come,” Danny flexed his muscles and then took one step. However, the moment his foot landed on the ground, his eyes turned white, and he fell back, collapsing on the ground.

“WHAT?” Everyone’s eyes widened at what had just happened. Danny didn’t even show any sign of pain or stress; he just passed out as if he wanted to.

“Let me try,” Daniel said, stepping forward. When he reached where Danny first stood, he sighed and took one step. However, just like what happened to Danny, he also fell back like a log of wood and passed out.

Mason wasn’t convinced, so he also wanted to check. But just like Danny and Daniel, he also collapsed and passed out. Kilian also met the same fate, and even Overlord Dharma couldn’t take more than a single step.

“What is happening?” Queenie asked when more than 10 people collapsed on the ground.

Klaus laughed and answered, “It’s simple. My mental strength covers the 2 meters in front of me. To be able to pass my test, you must have much stronger mental strength than mine, and let me tell you, not even Lulu or Nadia, who are the two with the highest mental strength among you, can take more than a single step.

No matter how hard you try, none of you can pass this test, meaning none of you qualify to spar with me.” The grin on his face made his ladies clench their fists, picturing his face under their fists.