The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2100: No hesitation. No fear. Only resolve

Meylin exhaled slowly. The air trembled as the Sinful Lotus unfolded around her like a blooming star of violet flame. For the first time, she offered no defense between herself and the oncoming blow.

Amazo’s fist — heavy enough to shatter small worlds — ascended with the crushing inevitability of fate. But just as it was about to land, the light in Meylin’s eyes reached its zenith.

She moved.

Her body flowed like water, melting to the rhythm of The Flow itself. In that instant, she was no longer resisting — she was becoming. Abyss, her left blade, shimmered with black-gold radiance as it darted forward, meeting Amazo’s punch at the perfect angle and moment.

The impact rang out like thunder trapped in a bell.

Meylin’s blade did not block the strike; it diverted it — shifting its trajectory by a breath, a fraction of eternity. The overwhelming force that could have crushed her skull slid harmlessly past, grazing her cheek and tearing through the air behind her.

Amazo’s eyes widened. Genuine shock flickered across his face.

No one had ever deflected one of his strikes like that.

But it wasn’t over.

Momentum still carried his body forward, his immense strength now an anchor pulling him into vulnerability. In that fleeting opening, Meylin moved again. Her second sword — Hell, the twin of Abyss — carved a streak of blinding crimson light through the air.

It sang as it swung.

”ZNNNNNN!”

Metal met flesh and divine essence. The blade struck across Amazo’s neck. His skin, forged from the hyper-condensed molecules due to his Dream, resisted with impossible endurance, sparks flying in radiant arcs. But even that godlike defense could not withstand perfection.

When the motion ended, a deep wound slashed across his throat. Blood — golden and luminous — poured forth in rivulets, tainted by psychic venom that bit into his soul, stalling the wound’s regeneration.

Amazo touched his neck and stared at his blood-stained fingers.

It had been countless years since anyone below Peak Archdeity rank had wounded him. For the briefest instant, disbelief flickered in his gaze. But he was no child, and he was no fool. Rage would only fuel his downfall — and when facing a True Depravita, the loss of control was a death sentence.

So instead of fury, there was coldness. And in that coldness — respect.

Without a word, Amazo turned and launched himself forward once more, a golden comet in human form.

Meylin didn’t retreat. She didn’t even blink.

The Sinful Lotus twisted around her again, its petals sharpened into blazing blades as she met his charge head-on. The two collided, their movements a blur of gold and violet, light and shadow intertwining like dueling gods.

Her golden eyes burned brighter with every exchange. Her body bent and spun in impossible shapes, slipping between the arcs of his fists, flowing through gaps invisible to the mortal eye. At last, she slipped inside his guard, right before his chest.

Hell and Abyss crossed in a shining X of wrath.

They struck.

The swords glowed with the radiance of Pride, unleashing a wave of sundered energy that sliced through Amazo’s armor. The impact left a burning crimson cross carved into his chest. His skin withstood the worst of it, but the shallow opening was enough for her psychic force to invade.

Amazo staggered, and his divine aura faltered. His mind shuddered as her psychic power struck at his soul, shaking the core of his consciousness.

Yet even then — even stunned — he did not yield.

With a roar, Amazo’s head snapped forward in a brutal headbutt.

The blow landed like a meteor.

Meylin was flung across the chamber, her body smashing into the crystal floor with a crack that echoed like thunder. Pain exploded across her face; her delicate features shattered, bone and blood mingling as she fell.

But she did not fall for long.

The Depravita Aura flared around her, knitting bone and flesh together, restoring her face in seconds. She didn’t wait for the healing to finish. Her body blurred, vanishing from the spot in a streak of violet light as she hurtled back toward Amazo.

There was no hesitation. No fear. Only resolve.

She would not flee.

She would win.

Amazo turned, meeting her charge with a grin — the grin of a warrior who had finally found joy in battle. The reason he had joined the Freedom Path was to grow through conflict, to reach new limits through struggle.

And now, this woman was giving him exactly what he desired.

His killing intent flared, not as hatred but as respect made manifest. The chamber trembled as his aura expanded, colliding with hers in violent equilibrium.

The air thickened. Lightning crackled across the walls, drawn from the raw static of their power. Sparks cascaded down like divine rain as they clashed again and again, each strike louder, heavier, more desperate than the last.

The storm of their duel reached its peak.

”BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!”

The chamber convulsed in a cataclysmic explosion. Crystal shattered. Space itself quivered as the two were hurled apart — only to charge at each other once more.

Amazo’s right fist darkened, the light around it bending inward, distorting like the event horizon of a black hole. His strike carried such density of energy that it warped reality itself.

He drove it forward, straight toward Meylin.

The True Depravita didn’t hesitate. Her golden eyes flashed, her movements once again merging with The Flow.

”Schlrkk!”

Even with her mastery, the attack grazed her. The impact ripped through her left arm, tearing it away in a burst of blood and light. Pain flared — white-hot, electric — but Meylin didn’t flinch. She moved through it, transcending pain through purpose.

Her Eye of Envy ignited, violet fire flooding the chamber.

It had been gathering energy throughout the battle, mimicking and storing the kinetic force of Amazo’s own blows. Now, she unleashed it all. The same momentum that his fists carried — that unstoppable, god-breaking power — surged into her right sword. Combined with the radiance of Pride, it transformed into something absolute.

”ZNNNNNNNNNNNN!”

Hell screamed through the air, its blade a comet of violet light.

The sword pierced through Amazo’s chest — through the layers of divine muscle and molten bone — and the tip of the blade stopped only when it reached his heart!

Amazo gasped. His eyes widened, the light within them flickering, but even in that moment of agony, his will did not falter.

He caught her by the head, his massive hand closing around her skull.

Meylin screamed as his grip tightened, her vision fracturing. Blood spilled from her eyes, nose, and mouth. The crushing pressure was immense; her bones creaked under the strain.

But she refused to let go.

Her teeth clenched. Her arm trembled with every ounce of remaining strength.

And she pushed.

The sword drove deeper.

Both of them were bleeding now — two divine beings locked in a single act of destruction. Their eyes met, burning with mirrored determination. Neither would stop. Neither would yield.

Meylin’s vision swam with light and shadow. Her consciousness began to blur. But through the haze, she could feel it — the pulse of Amazo’s heart trembling against the edge of her blade. One more inch. One more heartbeat.

She screamed and thrust forward, a fierce and bloody smile appeared on her face as she felt her sword pierce through the enemy’s heart.

But before she could savor the victory, the chamber exploded in pure darkness.