Zayen’s form flickered in the blink of an eye, the force of Ragnar’s swing sending him sliding back a few ters. His expression remained calm, almost teasing, as if this exchange were nothing more than a warm-up.
Ragnar didn’t hesitate. Lightning surged violently along his arms and hamr, crackling across the shattered plaza like living electricity. "You move fast... too fast for most, but speed alone won’t beat !" His voice roared over the storm, each word resonating with raw, god-chosen authority.
Zayen’s eyes narrowed, studying Ragnar’s movents—the way the lightning followed the hamr, the slight weight shift before each swing, and the rhythm buried within the chaos of the attacks.
Without wasting a second, Zayen moved again with incredible speed, leaving only a faint afterimage behind. Sparks and scorched stone marked where he had been a heartbeat ago.
But this ti, Zayen did not continue his assault. He appeared a short distance away from Ragnar and raised the Blacksteel Katana high.
Divine Manifestation.
Zayen directly activated [Divine Manifestation], and in the next instant, countless golden swords appeared in the sky, all locking onto Ragnar.
Ragnar’s expression froze at the sight, lightning crackling along his hamr as his grin faltered.
"F...ck...want to play big, huh?" he muttered, a mixture of surprise and excitent in his voice.
The countless golden swords hovered in the sky, shimring with divine light, each one pulsating with a deadly aura. They hovered for only a heartbeat, then began their synchronized descent, falling toward Ragnar like a torrential storm of steel.
Ragnar’s eyes narrowed, lightning dancing violently across his massive hamr. He planted his feet firmly and swung the weapon in a wide, circular motion. Arc after arc of lightning erupted from the hamr, creating a protective barrier that crackled and hissed as each golden sword collided with it.
CLANG! CRACK! BOOM!
The force of the impact sent shockwaves rolling across the plaza. Dust and debris exploded outward, while the golden swords split and ricocheted off the lightning shield, slicing deep grooves into the stone around them.
Ragnar roared, the sound echoing like thunder, as he spun the hamr above his head. Each swing generated lightning arcs that expanded outward, scorching the air and forming a violent storm around him.
But Zayen didn’t move. He stood a short distance away, observing Ragnar with a calm, calculating gaze. With [Divine Manifestation] active, every sword in the sky moved as if guided by his will, seeking openings in Ragnar’s defense with surgical precision.
A lightning bolt erupted from Ragnar’s hamr, striking a descending sword. The weapon shattered instantly, but another golden sword imdiately replaced it, striking the sa spot with the sa deadly precision.
Ragnar’s lightning barrier flared brighter, struggling to repel the continuous onslaught, yet the sheer number of divine weapons forced him onto the defensive.
Every swing of his hamr now had to account for multiple angles, multiple strikes, and the ever-present threat of Zayen appearing anywhere, at any mont.
Ragnar Thorson’s grin hardened, his eyes glowing with fierce determination. "Impressive, kid... but let’s see how you handle this!"
He slamd his massive hamr into the ground with incredible force. Lightning crackled violently along its surface, and the air seed to twist around him. With a deep, resonant shout, he activated one of his signature skills: [Storm of the God’s Wrath].
Imdiately, the sky above the ruins darkened as if night had fallen in an instant. Clouds roiled violently, swirling with black and blue lightning. The temperature dropped sharply, and the wind howled through the shattered plaza.
A single, colossal bolt of lightning descended from the storm above, crackling with divine energy, aiming straight for Zayen. The sheer intensity of the strike made the ruins tremble and sent waves of heat and electricity radiating outward.
Zayen’s eyes narrowed, sensing the imnse threat. The golden swords hovering around him dissipated in a blink as he assessed the attack. Without hesitation, he activated [Divine Manifestation] once again—but this ti in a defensive configuration.
In an instant, five layers of golden shields manifested above and around him, each radiating a faint hum of divine energy. The shields shimred and rotated slightly as the massive bolt of lightning plumted toward him.
CRACK! BOOM!
The lightning collided with the outermost shield. Sparks and energy arcs burst outward, scorching the ground and sending debris flying. The first layer of the shield shuddered but held firm.
The bolt struck the second layer with equal force, the golden energy absorbing and dispersing the raw divine power. One layer after another took the impact, the shields glowing brighter with each strike as if feeding on the divine energy.
Ragnar’s roar echoed across the ruins, the sound mingling with the thunder above. "Co on! Is that all you’ve got?"
Zayen’s expression remained calm, almost detached, as he maintained the golden shields.
Above him, the fifth and final layer of the golden shield flared violently as the lightning bolt’s energy slamd against it. For a brief mont, the light from the divine shields illuminated the entire ruined plaza like a second sun, a clash of god-chosen powers that shook the very earth beneath them.
At that mont, lightning began to coil around Ragnar’s body like living serpents. A terrifying aura burst from him as his feet slowly lifted from the ground.
Within a few breaths, Ragnar had already risen several ters into the air.
He stood suspended in midair, lightning boiling violently around his body. Thunder rumbled through the darkened sky as he looked down at Zayen, his gaze carrying the overwhelming authority of a god’s chosen warrior.
Zayen looked up at Ragnar without the slightest hint of panic.
Lightning raged across the sky, illuminating Ragnar’s towering figure suspended in midair like a god of thunder descending upon the battlefield. The violent aura rolling from his body caused the air itself to tremble.
Suspended in midair, Ragnar raised his hamr high toward the storm-filled sky before slowly bringing it down, pointing it directly at Zayen.
The next second, bolts of lightning tore through the air, racing toward him like divine punishnt.
Seeing the attack, Zayen instantly activated Divine Manifestation, summoning layer upon layer of golden shields above him. The radiant barriers ford in rapid succession, shining like a wall of sunlight as they prepared to withstand the incoming lightning.
BOOM!
The first bolt of lightning slamd into the outermost golden shield. The impact sent a violent shockwave across the plaza, dust and shattered stone blasting outward.
The shield trembled violently before cracks of golden light spread across its surface.
CRACK!
It shattered.
But before the lightning could continue downward, the second shield absorbed the remaining force. Golden energy rippled across its surface like waves striking a wall.
Another bolt of lightning followed imdiately.
BOOM!
The second shield fractured under the pressure, splintering into fragnts of fading light.
Zayen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he maintained control of Divine Manifestation, pouring more energy into the remaining barriers.
Above him, Ragnar floated like a god of thunder, lightning roaring around his body as he continued directing the storm.
"Let’s see how long those toys of yours can hold!" Ragnar shouted, his voice echoing through the storm.
Another barrage of lightning bolts rained down from the sky.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
One shield after another shook under the relentless assault.
Golden light and blue lightning collided violently in the air, illuminating the battlefield with blinding flashes.
Zayen lifted his gaze toward Ragnar, who floated high in the storm-filled sky.
Golden light flickered faintly around him as he spoke in a deep, steady voice.
"Do you really think... you’re the only one who can fly?"
The mont the words left his mouth, a powerful surge of divine energy burst from his body.
"[Seraphic Ascension]."
Golden light erupted behind him.
In the next instant, six radiant wings unfolded from Zayen’s back, each one shining with a different divine aura. The wings spread wide, illuminating the battlefield with brilliant golden light.
One wing radiated the unwavering authority of Justice.
Another glowed with the calm brilliance of Faith.
The third burned with the fearless spirit of Valor.
The fourth shimred with the pristine light of Purity.
The fifth carried the gentle warmth of rcy.
And the final wing pulsed with the terrifying power of Wrath.
The air around Zayen trembled as divine energy surged through his body.
With a single beat of his wings—
BOOM!
A shockwave blasted across the ground as Zayen shot upward into the sky like a golden cot.
Within seconds, he rose to Ragnar’s level, hovering in the storm-filled air. Lightning flashed around them while golden feathers of light drifted slowly through the dark clouds.
Ragnar narrowed his eyes as he looked at the six radiant wings behind Zayen.
But Zayen gave Ragnar no ti to react.
The mont he reached the sa height, his six radiant wings beat once, and his body shot forward like a streak of golden light.
In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance.
Both of his blades flashed as he struck.
CLANG!
Ragnar reacted just in ti, swinging his massive hamr upward to block the attack. Lightning exploded outward the mont the weapons collided, sending a violent shockwave rippling through the dark clouds.
For a split second, the two warriors hung in the air, locked in a clash of strength.
Golden light against raging thunder.
Zayen’s wings flared behind him as he pushed forward with incredible speed, his blades moving in rapid succession.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Each strike ca faster than the last, sparks and lightning scattering across the sky as Ragnar blocked the attacks with his hamr.
"Ha! Now this is a real fight!" Ragnar roared, lightning surging wildly around his body.
He suddenly swung his hamr in a wide arc.
A massive wave of lightning burst from the weapon, tearing through the air toward Zayen.
But Zayen’s wings moved instantly.
With a sharp beat of his wings, he vanished from Ragnar’s sight, leaving only a fading afterimage behind.
The lightning strike ripped through empty air.
Ragnar’s eyes widened slightly.
Then—
A voice appeared behind him.
"Too slow."
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