The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2577 Doomsday Incarnation - Final Form (I)

”BOOOOOOOMMMM!”

Two fists collided, and the resulting shockwave rippled outward with apocalyptic force. The ground beneath them fractured, the air itself screamed, and a violent gale blasted across Earth in every direction, flattening structures and scattering debris like dust before a storm. Adamʼs eyes widened for a brief instant as he felt the overwhelming physical might behind Anarkʼs strike. The sheer density of that power surpassed anything he had faced before, even among Fourth Realm beings. Yet raw strength alone did not determine the outcome of a battle at this level.

With precise control, Adam yielded just enough ground to redirect the force, pulling Anark forward with the inertia of his own attack. Without wasting a fraction of a second, Adam twisted his body and unleashed a devastating kick aimed directly at Anarkʼs face.

”BOOM!”

The kick carried enough force to obliterate anything beneath the Fourth Realm, yet despite its terrifying power, it failed to break

through Anarkʼs monstrous endurance. The Lord of the Emptiness clenched his teeth as he endured the impact head-on, his body barely shifting under the blow.

Then he retaliated.

Adam instantly realized that dodging was impossible. In response, he raised both arms, crossing them before his chest while channeling the full radiance of the Flow into his defense.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!”

The collision sent cracks racing across the ground beneath Adamʼs feet as he was driven backward. Even so, he managed to anchor himself, halting his retreat after only a few meters, his heels carving deep trenches into the ruined terrain.

His arms trembled from the impact, but there was no time to recover.

A rising kick ascended toward him like a divine executionerʼs blade, aimed to split his jaw in two.

With astonishing martial precision, Adam twisted his body just enough to evade the full force of the strike. The edge of Anarkʼs attack grazed his face, scorching flesh and drawing blood, yet even in that moment, Adam countered. His fist shot forward, striking directly into Anarkʼs solar plexus.

Anarkʼs body convulsed as every muscle seized simultaneously, the force threatening to disrupt his entire structure. But he refused to yield. Enduring the agony, he held his ground, stabilized his stance, and surged forward, slamming his forehead into Adamʼs face.

Blood sprayed into the air, momentarily blinding Adam and disrupting his senses.

Anarkʼs eyes sharpened as he seized the opportunity.

He planted his feet firmly into the shattered ground, drawing power from the very foundation beneath him. That force surged upward through his body-legs, spine, shoulder, and finally into his arm. The energy condensed to such a degree that space itself began to fracture around his fist, forming a spiraling distortion that howled with destructive intent.

The blow that followed possessed enough power to punch through a planet.

It was about to land.

But Adam moved.

Despite the blood clouding his vision, he reacted with a level of skill that transcended instinct. He slipped past the strike at the last possible instant and unleashed a counterattack with flawless timing.

His fist connected cleanly with Anarkʼs jaw.

That single blow carried the combined force of Anarkʼs own

momentum and Adamʼs full strength-a strike capable of crushing galaxies.

A sharp crack echoed as Anarkʼs bones strained under the impact, fine fractures spreading across his jaw and neck. His head snapped back violently, as though it might tear free from his body.

Yet he did not fall.

The Lord of the Emptiness clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with cold determination as he forced his body to remain rooted in place.

And then, the attack that had missed transformed.

His fist snapped sideways like a whip, striking Adam across the temple with devastating force.

The impact sent Adam hurtling into the distance, his body blasting through multiple structures as if they were made of paper.

Even after landing such a ferocious blow, Anarkʼs body trembled uncontrollably. His brain reeled from the accumulated impacts, and it took everything he had to stabilize himself. Still, he forced his senses outward, locking onto Adamʼs position.

Moments later, Adam emerged from the wreckage of a collapsed structure. Blood still stained his face, yet a faint smile formed as the

red light in his eyes intensified. His Wings of Order pulsed behind him as he launched forward once more, moving like a blazing comet.

”BOOM!”

Anark kicked off the ground with explosive force, shattering what remained beneath his feet as he charged to meet him. The ten radiant suns orbiting his forehead burned brighter, their light feeding directly into his body as their clash resumed.

Explosion after explosion echoed across Earth as the Lord of the Emptiness and the First Curse Eater collided again and again with

escalating ferocity.

Although the battle appeared evenly matched at a glance, the reality

was far more complex.

Anarkʼs body possessed an absurd level of resilience. Adamʼs strikes,

though precise and powerful, struggled to inflict meaningful damage. In contrast, every blow Anark landed sent shockwaves through Adamʼs internal structure, rattling bones and organs alike.

Only Adamʼs unparalleled martial skill allowed him to endure.

Yet even that had limits.

Anark descended from above, delivering a downward kick capable of crushing Adamʼs skull into nothingness. Adam narrowly evaded the strike, using the explosion of debris from the impact to vanish from Anarkʼs immediate perception.

Anarkʼs eyes narrowed as he pushed his senses to their absolute limit, searching for any trace of his opponent.

Too late.

A ferocious kick struck the side of his neck, the sound of cracking

bone echoing through the battlefield.

A small smile appeared on Adamʼs face as he saw the result of his attack. The force was immense-enough to lift Anark slightly off the

ground.

But before he could capitalize on it, Anark reacted.

Forcing his body downward through sheer will, he reestablished his

stance mid-motion and reached out, grabbing Adamʼs leg with

terrifying strength.

The grip alone threatened to crush bone.

With a roar of effort, Anark lifted Adam overhead, his muscles bulging as the suns around his head flared with blinding intensity. Then, with unstoppable force, Anark brought the Curse Eater down.