Legacy of the Void Fleet

Kallus’s mouth twitched as he felt the sheer power behind both attacks. ”Damn it… why are you both going all out from the start?” he thought.

Without hesitation, his sword morphed into a halberd, which he gripped firmly with both hands. Planting his feet, he slammed the butt of the halberd into the ground while murmuring—

”Primordial Destruction Technique: Halberd Series—Heaven’s Stand!”

The moment the halberd struck the earth, a shimmering orange barrier erupted before him, flaring to life just in time to intercept the incoming onslaught.

The first attack to reach was a barrage of fire spears, born from the massive fireball spell cast by the mage woman.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the battlefield as the fire spears collided with the barrier, unleashing massive shockwaves. The sheer force sent ripples through the air, kicking up dust and embers as the next wave of attacks closed in.

And it didn’t stop there. Thousands of fists, launched by the Warrior of Fists, hurtled toward him. One after another, they struck the barrier, each impact ringing out with a sharp

clang, clang, clang,

like a relentless drum of steel against steel.

But despite the relentless assault, Kallus didn’t budge. His halberd remained firmly planted in the ground, unmoved from where he had struck it.

He let out a low grunt, eyes burning with determination, as he prepared to counterattack. Defense was never his style—he had no intention of staying on the back foot for long.

While defending, Kallus began to manipulate primordial energy as golden particles swirled around him. ”Light Magic: Rain of Spears,” he declared. The moment his words echoed through the air, the primordial mana surged, coalescing into thousands of luminous white spears in the sky.

With a resounding crackle, the spears rained down like divine judgment upon the Warrior of Fists and the Mage of Flames—titles they had once borne in life.

Seeing the incoming attack, the mage of flames shifted her focus from Kallus to the barrage of light spears hurtling toward her and the Warrior of Fists. With swift movement, she raised her spear once more and summoned her fire magic.

”Wheel of Hell Flames!” she intoned, her voice resonating with an eerie, hollow quality—as if the very sound carried the weight of a thousand lost souls. The air around her shimmered and an incantation circular ward forged of pure, black flame materialized before her.

Through this blazing circle, fireballs made of hellfire surged forth, blasting toward the descending rain of spears.

The moment they clashed, the very air seemed to solidify from the sheer force of the impact.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOOOM!

Explosions erupted in rapid succession—blinding bursts of golden light and black flames tearing through the sky in chaotic waves. Some of the light spears pierced through the hellfire, shattering the fireballs into scattered embers of black flame. However, before they could advance further, another wave of fireballs intercepted them, triggering a violent chain of detonations.

The battlefield trembled as shockwaves rippled outward, sending surging winds across the war-torn landscape.

As the storm of light and fire raged, the sky turned into a battlefield. The sheer magnitude of magic disrupted the natural order, warping the clouds and distorting the very fabric of space.

While most of the light spears launched by Kallus’s spell were intercepted and obliterated by the Mage of Flames, a few remained intact, hurtling toward her at breakneck speed.

Had they struck her true form, her face would have twitched in shock—but fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), she was merely a projection of the real Mage of Flames, containing nothing more than her combat memories.

Swiftly, she raised her staff, pointing it straight ahead, and intoned, [Protection of Flame!]

In an instant, countless walls of flame surged forth, halting the oncoming spears and deflecting others in different directions.

Meanwhile, some fireballs, still burning fiercely, crashed into the ground, turning sections of the battlefield into rivers of molten rock. Meanwhile, the lingering fragments of light spears embedded into the earth, forming glowing craters pulsing with residual energy.

Yet, despite the overwhelming destruction, both Kallus and the Warrior of Fists remained unharmed—each shielded by their own means of protection.

Meanwhile…

Meanwhile, Kallus, who had been waiting for the perfect moment, seized the opportunity created by the collision of his spell and the mage of fire’s counter

With a sharp gleam in his golden eyes, he vanished and teleported swiftly to the left of the Warrior of Fists. In that instant, his halberd morphed into dragon-shaped gauntlets. Muttering,

[Primordial Destruction Technique: Gauntlet Series, One Thousand Punches!]

he launched himself directly at the Warrior.

The Warrior of Fists, with his lightning-fast reaction, moved so swiftly that it hardly surprised Kallus. Had the Warrior not reacted, it would have been Kallus who was caught off guard.

He countered with a fierce cry, [Fist of Valor] as his gauntlets shimmered in golden light.

He countered with a fierce cry, ”Fist of Valor!” as his gauntlets shimmered in golden light. The radiant glow not only bolstered the strength of his fists but also accelerated his punching speed to match Kallus’s relentless assault.

Their fists then collided with a thunderous impact that sent shockwaves rippling through the air, accompanied by visible cracks fracturing the very space around them.

With fluid precision, the warrior of fists deftly parried a barrage of Kallus’s thousand punches, deflecting and neutralizing each strike with minimal effort.

The ground beneath buckled under the force, yet amid the clash, neither combatant yielded an inch.

Meanwhile, the Mage of Flames, having just struggled to counter Kallus’s light magic assault, refocused her attention on him once more.

Kallus jumped backward, his eyes darting between the Warrior of Fist and the Mage of Flame warily, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had expected this to be tough—but this… this was beyond tough. Not that I’m complaining, he thought. If anything, I’m enjoying this.

Kallus didn’t have much time to think as the Warrior of Fist surged toward him at breakneck speed, while the Mage of Flame prepared another magical attack. Kallus huffed—there was no time to waste. Without hesitation, he morphed his weapon into a sword, raising it skyward as a powerful sword intent began to leak from its blade.

Muttering under his breath, he invoked, ”Primordial Destruction Technique: Sword Series—Array of a Thousand Swords.”

The space around him shimmered, and in an instant, thousands upon thousands of swords materialized behind him, forming a circular motion, their tips aimed directly at the approaching Warrior of Fist and the Mage of Flame. With a flick of his wrist, he pointed at them and commanded, ”Go!”

The massive sword array launched forward, a tidal wave of manifested blades rushing toward his enemies. The Warrior of Fist, unable to evade, let out a deafening roar as his body transformed—his skin taking on a hardened jade-like texture.

Without hesitation, he struck out, his fists meeting the storm of swords with the same precision and fluidity he had displayed against Kallus moments ago. His relentless assault ensured not a single blade reached the Mage of Flame, who had just completed her spell.

Above her, a lance of dark fire had formed, its very presence warping space around it, leaving behind a void that did not repair itself as quickly as it had with previous attacks. This was the Lance of Fiery Destruction, infused with both the Law of Fire and the Law of Destruction. Without a moment’s hesitation, she launched it straight at Kallus.

Sensing the overwhelming danger from the spell, Kallus didn’t take any chances. He instantly morphed his sword into a bow, drawing back the string and aiming at the incoming lance.

”Primordial Destruction Technique: Bow Series—Arrow of Destruction,” he whispered.

A dark arrow, tinged with a crimson glow, formed at the bowstring. The moment he released it, the air cracked apart, space itself rupturing—not merely breaking but being erased in its wake.

In an instant, the arrow collided with the fiery lance. The impact was absolute—the arrow tore through the spell effortlessly, erasing it from existence. But it didn’t stop there. It hurtled toward the Mage of Flame at breakneck speed, giving her no time to react.

For a brief moment, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence, as if time itself had paused. Then—

BOOM!

The very ground trembled violently.

From the arrow’s impact point, a vortex of destruction unfurled—an expanding sphere of pure annihilation that devoured everything in its wake.

The mountains surrounding the battlefield quaked and then shattered into dust by the shockwaves.

Kallus stared at the still-expanding sphere of devastation, his throat dry. He swallowed hard, once, twice.

This attack—the Arrow of Destruction—was something he had mastered upon reaching Rank 9 Peak. He knew it was powerful. After all, it was formed entirely from the essence of destruction itself. But the catastrophe unfolding before his eyes was far beyond anything he had expected.

He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat that had gathered on his face.

Wait a minute…

His eyes widened as a sudden thought struck him.

What happened to the Warrior of the Fist?

He… he didn’t die too, did he?