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"I want you to withstand my strongest attack. What do you say, agreed?"

Leon's request naturally took the man by surprise.

He stared at Leon for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Withstand your strongest attack? What do you mean?"

Leon maintained a playful smile and explained casually, "It's simple. I'll unleash my strongest attack, and your job is to withstand it. If you can survive or endure it, I'll not only refrain from fighting you but also return your comrade's body. What do you think?"

After a moment of thought, Leon realized that engaging in a prolonged battle with the man who claimed to be the Second Apostle wouldn't be wise. It wasn't because he was afraid, but because a drawn-out conflict would be troublesome.

After all, this wasn't the right time to engage in a serious conflict with the Temple of Twilight. He still had to focus on executing the plan to overthrow Velix's power over the Holy Empire of Elysium, alongside Albert and Luna.

Moreover, Leon sensed no signs of hostility from the man, which reinforced his belief that the man's words were genuine—he truly had no intention of seeking conflict.

Upon hearing Leon's explanation, the man did not respond immediately. He lowered his head, seemingly weighing whether or not to accept the condition.

After a brief pause, he finally raised his head and gave a small nod in agreement.

"Alright, I accept your condition," the man replied in a calm, indifferent tone.

Leon chuckled softly, the intense fervor behind his mask unmistakable.

He gripped the hilt of the Great Sword of Chaos firmly and drew it forward with an air of confidence and dominance.

"Then prepare yourself. I'll begin now," Leon stated coldly.

The power of chaos surged from his body, rippling through the air and creating an overwhelming tension.

At the sight of the Great Sword of Chaos and the overwhelming power radiating from Leon, the man immediately stiffened. His face, though obscured by the hood, grew pale with a stark expression of seriousness.

Leon raised the Great Sword of Chaos high into the sky. The blade suddenly blazed with a purplish-black light, casting an eerie glow that filled the air with a terrifying aura.

Simultaneously, a small light appeared behind Leon, rapidly expanding until it formed a giant eye, its diameter reaching ten meters.

The eye, with pitch-black pupils, exuded a dark, sinister presence, as though it could drag anyone who gazed upon it into an endless abyss of darkness.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The sight of the ominous eye made the man's heart race. Without hesitation, he retreated several meters, pressing his hands together in front of his chest, seemingly preparing a secret technique.

Leon's lips curled into a cold smile as he declared, "Brace yourself! Sky Technique: Heaven's Eyes Judgement!"

He swung the Great Sword of Chaos forward, and in an instant, a colossal slash, brimming with terrifying chaos energy, erupted and shot toward the man with immense force.

As the slash cut through the air, the surrounding space trembled violently, cracking and splintering, leaving behind a nightmarish black void in its wake.

Witnessing the devastating attack, the man's body shook uncontrollably. The deathly aura radiating from the strike sent a chill down his spine.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, his hands moving rapidly as he formed a series of intricate gestures before bringing his palms together.

"Formation Technique: World's Domain!" he shouted, his voice booming with intensity.

*Whoosh!*

Four points of light appeared—front, back, right, and left—bursting into the sky before converging to form a towering cage that rose tens of meters, enveloping him in a protective barrier.

*Boom!*

The moment the cage materialized, Leon's attack slammed into it with brutal force, triggering a massive explosion and sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

A massive sandstorm erupted once more, enveloping the entire area in a chaotic haze that stretched over a two-kilometer radius.

Suspended in the air and shielded by the power of chaos from the swirling sandstorm, Leon watched the aftermath of his attack with a composed, unwavering gaze.

"Is he dead? Or is he still standing?" he mused quietly, a faint smile curling on his lips.

After twenty minutes, the sandstorm slowly dissipated, revealing the man standing in the distance, his condition horrifying.

His left hand was severed, and red-black blood poured relentlessly from the wound. Long gashes ran from the lower edge of his cloak to his neck, soaking the fabric in blood and presenting a truly grotesque sight.

Had Leon seen the man's face beneath the hood, he would have witnessed the clear expression of pain and suffering there.

"Hah... Hah..." The man panted, clutching his severed arm, the blood continuing to pour out.

The agonizing pain nearly caused him to lose consciousness, but he knew he couldn't give up yet.

A black light flickered in his palm as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding from his severed arm. Though the results were far from perfect, the flow of blood was finally slowed, buying him some time.

"Damn... his attack is truly terrifying. If I hadn't given it everything I had, I'd be dead," he muttered, gritting his teeth in frustration.

A dangerous light flickered in his eyes, hidden beneath the hood, as he continued, his voice heavy with determination. "I never imagined he'd reach this level so quickly. If left unchecked, the Temple of Twilight is in danger, and the plans I've spent years building will be ruined. He must be stopped—sooner or later."

Meanwhile, Leon, seeing the man still alive despite being struck by his powerful attack, sighed and shook his head.

"Of course, I expected an ultimate technique like Heaven's Eyes Judgement wouldn't be so easily mastered," Leon murmured, his tone tinged with disappointment.

The Heaven's Eyes Judgement technique was created by the First Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson, and was recorded in the Codex of Noctis.

As a technique devised by the greatest demon in history, "Heaven's Eyes Judgement" clearly possessed immense and terrifying power. In the Codex of Noctis, it was listed as one of the five most powerful techniques ever created by Amon Crimson and had even been used against the Evil God in the past.

At its peak, this technique could summon two massive eyes from hell above the sky. Anyone who gazed into those eyes would lose their soul in an instant, showcasing the terrifying potency of the technique.

Unfortunately, mastering this technique was incredibly difficult— even more so than the heroes' techniques. In the two days leading up to last night's battle, he had managed to master less than five percent of it.

However, given more time, he was confident that in just over a month, he could perfect it.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Leon smiled and descended slowly, stopping fifty meters away from the man.

He looked at the man's grievous condition with a playful glint in his eyes, pretending to sigh softly.

"I didn't expect you to withstand my strongest attack. You're certainly different from your useless comrade," Leon remarked casually.

The expression beneath the man's hood twisted with anger and frustration. Though Leon's words sounded like praise, the mockery beneath them was unmistakable. If he had such immense power, he could have killed Leon instantly, but he knew that was impossible.

Suppressing his fury, the man gritted his teeth and replied coldly, "Since I withstood your attack, that means I won the bet, right?"

Leon didn't answer, only offering a faint, mocking smile, which only fueled the man's growing frustration.

"Are you going to break your promise?" The man demanded, his voice thick with anger and killing intent.

Chuckling softly, Leon shook his head. "Break my promise? No, you misunderstand. I'm not that petty."

The man immediately realized he had been toyed with by Leon, and his desire to tear him apart intensified.

Before his anger could reach its boiling point, Leon casually tossed the body of the Seventh Apostle toward him, his gesture dripping with disdain.

"Take it," Leon said dismissively, brushing his hands as though disgusted by the corpse's touch.

The man seized the body with his right hand, glaring at Leon, his eyes burning with intense hatred.

"You may be strong, the Fated One," he warned coldly, "but that doesn't make you invincible. The Temple of Twilight has taken notice of you, and it's only a matter of time before we take action."

He paused briefly, then added mockingly, "And when that time comes, it will be your end."

After saying that, his body gradually blurred, eventually vanishing completely from Leon's sight.

Watching the man disappear, Leon smiled lightly and shook his head.

"Threatening me, huh?" Leon snorted coldly, showing no fear.

Although he remained cautious of the Temple of Twilight, it didn't mean he feared them. With Liliana—the Demon Emperor and supreme ruler of the Demon race—and Arshley—the Holy Orthodox Saint who would soon become the absolute ruler of humanity—standing behind him, would he truly be afraid of a mere threat from the Temple of Twilight?

The answer, of course, was no!

Even without their support, he was still confident he could handle them all on his own.

Turning his gaze toward the increasingly scorching sun, a fierce killing intent flickered in Leon's purple eyes.

"If they dare show themselves as blatantly as before, I'll have no hesitation sending them straight to Hades," he muttered coldly, before his figure morphed into black light and vanished.

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A/N: You might wonder why the technique "Heaven's Eyes Judgement" doesn't align with its movements. The reason lies in Amon Crimson's deep-seated hatred for the gods who brought the Evil God into the world, plunging it into chaos.

The full explanation will come in future chapters, so stay tuned! Thank you! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧