Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World-Novel

Dean Rebellion looked at the Neo-Demons, and after seeing them nod, he guided them toward a massive black square covered with countless runes and magic matrices.

Primarchs knew that if they forbid young geniuses to fight within the Dark Tower, these will find a way to solve their grievances within the Earth Ring.

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To solve that, they created the Arena. It was a place where anyone beneath Rank 8 could fight to their hearts' content. No matter the injury, these would heal once the battle was over.

The Arena not only helped the Dark Tower Alliance's members to solve their conflicts and settle bets, but it also promoted competition, which was something Primarchs were more than happy to see happening.

Both groups reached the Arena very soon. Hirko stared at Ezequiel, and his eyes revealed the killing intent in his heart as he touched the black square.

The Supreme Neo-Demon glanced back at the Titan, but Ezequiel's eyes were empty, unlike his opponent. There was no reason to hate someone whose life was meaningless.

Once Ezequiel touched the black square, both the Supreme Neo-Demon and Titan vanished.

"Fight between Hirko of the Titan Race and Astral Lightning from the Magi World will begin soon. If you desire to watch it, pay one Tower Point." Every member of the Dark Tower Alliance received that message through their tattoos.

Tower Points were the primary currency of the Dark Tower. They are needed to access all kinds of special training grounds and libraries, and the way to obtain it was pretty simple: kill Eldritch Race's members.

Zatiel obtained thirty Tower Points for free as a new member, so he had no problem seeing the fight.

Most geniuses would not care about the battle between two unknown individuals. Still, the discussion between the duo drew a lot of attention, not to mention that the Crown Prince's fame threw a halo of mystery behind Zatiel and Ezequiel.

The moment he paid the Tower Point, a wisp of Zatiel's consciousness was transported to a different dimension, allowing the Neo-Demon to see an endless desert where two men faced each other.

As more people paid the Tower Point, stars began to fill the dimension's sky.

Hirko and Ezequiel stared at each other for a few seconds until a message appeared in their minds.

"I, Hirko of the Titan Race, will bet four Earth Grade Chaos Stones."

"I, Astral Lightning from the Magi World, will bet the information regarding the origin of my Titan Bloodline."

The duo's tattoo glowed, sealing their bets. None of them could take back their words, and they could be sure that any information revealed would be 100% true thanks to the Magi World's Leader's power.

Once that part was over, neither of them hesitated before flashing forward. The Titan and Supreme Neo-Demon's momentum and speed unleashed massive shock waves, and the most shocking thing was that they were using nothing else but their physical might.

They had sealed their soul force and energy, choosing to engage the first part of the fight only using their bodies.

When their fists collided, they unleashed a blast that surpassed Rank 5, and the power in it was more than enough to injure a Demon Marquess severely.

A smile appeared on Titan's face during the collision as he felt his strength overcoming his opponent's. The difference was lesser than Hirko's thought despite the Path Technique he used to train his body reached the level meant for Rank 6 life forms.

'It doesn't matter if the difference it's not that great. It will only grow as we unleash our power... WAIT!' Hirko's train of thought froze when he felt a drastic change in his right fist.

First, his punch landed against a hard surface, but now the Titan felt as if it was sinking in a formless and soft substance, like a bottomless ocean.

Hirko saw Ezequiel's right fist pulling back, carrying him with it. That made the Titan lose his standing and leave him defenseless.

The next thing he felt was a heavy and burning blow landing on his ribs, making his face twist with pain. After that, Ezequiel's right fist let go of his arm, just to punch him in the face and send him flying away.

Utter shock filled Hirko's face as he blasted through the sky.

'Did he use a spell? No, I felt no energy of any kind. That means he was able to fuse the laws into his martial style!' Even if his temperament was not the best, no one could say Hirko's battle instincts were mediocre. He only required a fraction of a second to understand why he lost the first encounter.

Any Rank 4 life form can use the power of the laws, but they mostly do it through their Law Avatars.

A Rank 5 life form can unleash law power by simply running energy through their flesh, but what Ezequiel did was much more profound. His body can resonate with the laws, allowing him to show the Law of Water's formless might, and the weight and heat of the Earth and Fire Law, without any form of energy expenditure.

That was an ability any Peak Rank 6 life form could show, but something those who had just formed their Sacred Body of Laws would find very hard.

Such a feat should be impossible for a life form at the 1st Engraving Stage. However, Ezequiel's atomic matrix contained the power of Primordial Entropy Lightning. Making his body resonate with the laws was no different than breathing.

Hirko's eyes widened as he felt a sharp, heavy, and fast object descending toward his neck. Ezequiel's leg resembled a divine ax as it sought to separate the Titan's head from the rest of his body.

The Titan used every bit of power to twist his body, allowing him to dodge the kick in the last second.

Ezequiel rotated his body as he fell and immediately flashed at the Titan. His eyes narrowed as Hirko's body released a sharp and destructive aura of its own.

'The Law of Wind and a law capable of great piercing and destructive power. Agile and powerful.'

Even if it was not as flawless and natural as Ezequiel's, the Titan could also make his body resonate with the laws.

The enchantment in his enemy's power did not bother the Supreme Neo-Demon. On the contrary, the stronger the opponent, the more pressure he would face, forcing him to go beyond his limits.

Fighting spirit burned in Ezequiel's eyes as he smiled and attacked.