As they advanced, the Executioner grinned and extended his hand, as though summoning sothing unseen.
And indeed, he was.
The sword, which had hovered motionlessly at his side since the very beginning, vanished in an instant, only to reappear in his grasp.
A mysterious energy surged around the blade, enveloping it with effortless fluidity.
Then, with a fluid motion, he swung forward to et the oncoming attacks.
With an apocalyptic boom, Anthony's katana and Kingsley's fist collided with the Executioner's blade.
In that instant, the entire chamber imploded.
The ground fractured violently beneath their feet; the ceiling caved in with a thunderous roar, while walls and windows shattered under the sheer force of the impact.
Seraphim, Dale, and Reynold were hurled backward like ragdolls, the spiritual barrier around them disintegrating, shattered like glass beneath a hamr's strike.
"One wielding Intent. The other, a Concept. Both dabbling in powers far beyond what their age and ti should permit"
The Executioner remarked, his tone calm and detached, as if rely observing a passing breeze.
Their combined assault, to him, was nothing more than a child's tantrum.
In a blink, the three figures disappeared.
A cold, confident grin lingered on the Executioner's face.
In contrast, Anthony and Kingsley's eyes were sharp, etched with ice and unshakeable resolve.
The clash of tal rang out through the hall, which groaned in protest as it struggled to reconstruct itself amidst the chaos.
Anthony materialized before the Executioner, his katana descending with a force that seed capable of cleaving a star in two, his sword intent sharp, wild, and relentless.
Yet with effortless precision, the Executioner shifted his stance, diverting the strike with a subtle movent of his foot.
His blade snapped forward in response, aiming straight for Anthony's head.
But space trembled.
And in the blink of an eye, Anthony vanished, teleporting away just as the edge of death brushed past him.
While the Executioner was still in motion, Kingsley erged like a phantom, his fist lancing upward with deadly precision.
His lips parted as he moved, voice low but resonant.
Concept Destruction
The very sa force that had once torn open the sky now surged through his strike.
But the Executioner was no ordinary man.
With an elegant twist of his waist, his body flowed in perfect synchronicity, his movent flawless, almost divine.
His palm moved forward, as his own lips parted in calm defiance.
Concept Reflection
The Executioner's hand closed around Kingsley's fist, effortlessly, almost lazily.
The world seed to fall silent.
Ti itself held its breath.
Then it struck.
Destruction.
The very fabric of reality trembled as the laws of Concept twisted, inverted, and surged back, slamming into Kingsley with unforgiving force.
Everything behind him was annihilated, reduced to scattered atoms and fading echoes.
Kingsley was launched backward like a broken kite caught in a storm, his body spinning through the air with no control, no resistance.
Kingsley's entire arm ruptured on impact.
Blood sprayed through the air, veins snapped out of place, bones were pulverized into dust, and muscle tore like worn fabric.
Though his body had long since adapted to pain, this was sothing else, sothing transcendent in its cruelty.
He gritted his teeth, every nerve alight as agony tore through him like wildfire.
His body instinctively tried to adapt, to stabilize, but Concept was no ordinary force.
It operated above re flesh, beyond instinct.
The Executioner watched him with detached amusent and spoke, his voice steady and cold.
"You're just a child… playing with a power that doesn't even belong to this galaxy"
He had done the unthinkable, reflected Kingsley's own Concept back at him.
Anthony appeared beside the Executioner in an instant, his katana slicing through the air, aid cleanly at the man's neck.
But the Executioner rely took a single step back, his expression untouched, watching the blade pass across his face as if ti itself had slowed.
He had seen it coming.
So had Anthony.
Mid-swing, his blade halted, then redirected with blinding speed, crashing downward with a force that threatened to fracture the very laws of the hall.
Yet the Executioner's smile never wavered.
With effortless grace, he raised his sword.
Steel t steel.
BOOM.
The impact roared through the chamber, shaking its foundations with a violence that threatened to bring the entire structure down.
Anthony's Sword Intent raged like a storm, slicing, tearing, devouring all in its path. It howled with purpose, raw and unrelenting.
Yet to the Executioner, it was nothing more than a breeze.
He swaggered through it all without effort, as if swatting away the tantrums of a child.
But Anthony didn't relent.
His style shifted, fluid and sudden.
The air around him grew colder, heavier.
Void energy bled into his sword intent, rging with his katana until the very edge of the blade shimred with raw power.
Then he moved.
A single slash tore through the space between them.
[Endless Technique: Katana Series: Existential Nihility]
A strike, one Anthony had unleashed only once before.
A technique capable of erasing not just matter, but the very concept of existence itself.
"Interesting"
The Executioner muttered, his gaze sharpening as he recognized that Anthony had tapped into the void, a power far beyond the ordinary.
The air around the Executioner shimred, ripples of energy emanating from his blade.
It moved with deadly elegance, carving arcs through the very fabric of space as it t Anthony's attack head-on.
Anthony's body shuddered under the force, blood trickled from his lips as his internal organs were crushed, reduced to a pulpy ss within him.
But Infinite Regeneration kicked in imdiately, repairing the damage with brutal efficiency, the wounds knitting together almost before the pain had fully registered.
'What is this energy around his sword?'
Anthony thought, his focus razor-sharp as he fought on.
The Executioner's blade pulsed with a strange, unknown energy, one that seed to nullify Anthony's Sword Intent as if it were nothing more than a fleeting illusion.
Anthony's gaze flickered briefly to Kingsley.
'It seems even his body struggles to adapt to an attack from a Concept'
The thought lingered in his mind, clear and unyielding.
Indeed, Kingsley's body, his flesh, his very being, was fighting against the unnatural force that had shattered him.
An attack born from a Concept wasn't simply powerful, it transcended the boundaries of the galaxy itself.
A clone of Anthony materialized beside Kingsley, casting Light Magic in an attempt to heal him, but it was futile. Even potions, normally reliable, offered no respite.
Frustration flickered in the clone's eyes as he called out to the system.
'System, give
anything that can heal him'
[Ding]
[Affirmative, Host]
[However, it will cost the Host all points for this month, as the attack is derived from a Concept]
'No problem'
Without hesitation, the clone agreed, and a small, seed-like object appeared in his hand.
He didn't waste ti asking the system for the seed's details.
He knew better than to waste precious monts.
With a swift motion, he threw the seed into Kingsley's mouth.
The effect was imdiate.
Within a fraction of a second, Kingsley's body surged with energy, his wounds knitting together as though they had never existed.
In the blink of an eye, he was back on his feet.
"Thank you"
Kingsley's voice was filled with gratitude, but there was a flicker of sothing more, sothing knowing.
The clone regarded him silently before speaking, his voice calm but tinged with inevitability.
"I know your Concept abilities, under your Talent, make you so overpowered. But they are aningless against soone with a greater mastery over Concepts than you"
Without waiting for a response, the clone vanished, leaving Kingsley standing in the aftermath of the encounter.
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