Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 1135 Kesya vs The Orc Emperor

The air in the Fourth Hell crackled with energy as Kesya and Rakumtatak clashed, each strike sending shockwaves through the landscape. Kesya's face exuded determination, a grin cutting across her features as she reveled in the opportunity to test her mettle against the orc emperor. The ground quivered beneath their feet, responding to the raw power unleashed in their exchange.

"I've always wanted to test my limit!" Kesya declared, her voice resonating with a mix of excitement and challenge. Her fists moved with calculated precision, aiming to leave an indelible mark on the formidable opponent before her.

Rakumtatak, ever the experienced warrior, couldn't resist a sneer. "This is your limit? I thought one of the famous six would yield more than just loudness and power." He toyed with her, gauging her strength and skill with a measured interest.

Unfazed, Kesya raised her tempo, her movements becoming more intricate and purposeful. "You'll see soon enough!" she retorted, the anticipation of the battle fueling her determination. The clash intensified, a symphony of blows echoing through the Fourth Hell, each stroke painting a vivid picture of the clash between two formidable forces.

"That's more like it," Rakumtatak acknowledged a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "You deserve to be my warm-up, before the main course!" His words hung in the air, a declaration of the impending clash between Kesya and the true adversary he sought—Lyon Torga.

As Lyon, Cecile, and Selena navigated the intricate paths of the Fourth Hell, the distant sounds of the battle served as a relentless reminder of the challenges awaiting them.

Amidst the sprawling expanse of the Fourth Hell, the onlookers of various powers gazed upward, their eyes drawn to the spectacle unfolding in the sky. Leaders, hidden experts, and beings of formidable strength observed the clash between Kesya and Rakumtatak with a mix of awe and reverence. The air vibrated with the energy of the battle, and whispers spread among the spectators like ripples in a pond.

"Hmm, such power," murmured one of the hidden experts, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "To witness two titans clash is a rare privilege. We should count ourselves fortunate to be present." This chapter is updated by (f)ir(e).nᴇt

A leader from a distant clan nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the forces at play transcend our understanding. It's a reminder of the vast realms of power that exist beyond our comprehension."

As the battle intensified, the observers couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer magnitude of the clashes. Each strike reverberated through the Fourth Hell, creating shockwaves that rippled across the landscape. The sky above them transformed into a canvas of raw power, where the dance of combat unfolded with a grace that defied the destructive force behind each movement.

Amidst the sprawling expanse of the Fourth Hell, the onlookers of various powers gazed upward, their eyes drawn to the spectacle unfolding in the sky. Leaders, hidden experts, and beings of formidable strength observed the clash between Kesya and Rakumtatak with a mix of awe and reverence. The air vibrated with the energy of the battle, and whispers spread among the spectators like ripples in a pond.

"Hmm, such power," murmured one of the hidden experts, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "To witness two titans clash is a rare privilege. We should count ourselves fortunate to be present."

A leader from a distant clan nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the forces at play transcend our understanding. It's a reminder of the vast realms of power that exist beyond our comprehension."

As the battle intensified, the observers couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer magnitude of the clashes. Each strike reverberated through the Fourth Hell, creating shockwaves that rippled across the landscape. The sky above them transformed into a canvas of raw power, where the dance of combat unfolded with a grace that defied the destructive force behind each movement.

"Such battles reshape the very fabric of our understanding," remarked a wise elder, his gaze fixed on the ongoing spectacle. "In these moments, we witness the boundaries of strength being pushed to their limits."

The murmurs continued, and a collective acknowledgment of the privilege bestowed upon them resonated among the onlookers. The battle above symbolized the convergence of extraordinary forces, a cosmic display that transcended the individual realms of those who bore witness. In their hushed tones, the onlookers recognized the rarity of the scene playing out before them, a testament to the grandeur of the Fourth Hell and the beings who inhabited its realms.

Atop Lyon's head, Minx materialized with a mischievous grin, addressing Lyon with a playful challenge, "Blank sheet, time to shine."

Lyon, caught off guard, questioned, "Huh?" He felt a peculiar sensation as his back ignited, and his eyes underwent a striking transformation—prism red, reminiscent of Minx. Stopping in his tracks, Lyon's once dark hair turned a pristine white, echoing the characteristic features of the enigmatic Minx, now taking on a human form.

Minx's laughter echoed through the air, "Hahaha, witness the power of my blessing! This is the ultimate conjuncture manipulation! Be a god, blank sheet!"

Sun, Shen, and Rui observing Lyon's sudden metamorphosis, furrowed their brows, attempting to decipher the enigmatic changes. Meanwhile, Bapho stepped forward, his demeanor intrigued, "So that's it... that's who you truly are—the Sage Rat. The lost race of ancients who can see the flow of energy, manipulating it to their will."

The revelation hung in the air, Sun and Shen exchanged surprised glances, while Rui's disbelief was etched across his face. The unfolding events exposed Lyon's hidden identity, unraveling a layer of mystery that had veiled him until now.

Minx, reveling in the revelation, continued to explain, "Lost race? Indeed, we were once the custodians of ancient knowledge, masters of energies. Lyon here, the blank sheet, possesses the essence of becoming my successor!"

Karina's eyes widened, and she nervously gulped, "Lyon, you look like Sylviana."

Lyon, now bearing the features of Minx and displaying an aura reminiscent of the lost race of Sage Rats, turned to Karina with an enigmatic smile. His gaze held a depth that seemed to echo the wisdom of ages, an uncanny resemblance to Sylviana, the first woman he encountered upon arriving in this cultivation world.

"Kyoko shared the same trait," said Cecile, "At least one of her eyes."

Lyon, now attuned to the intricate currents of anti-mana, saw the world through a different lens. His eyes perceived the subtle dance of black slits in the air, each representing the ebb and flow of this mysterious force. Some streams were dense, weaving intricate patterns, while others were as delicate as paper, barely perceptible.

Lost in his newfound perspective, Lyon marveled at the beauty of this unseen energy that surrounded everything. It was a revelation, a glimpse into the hidden tapestry of existence. The others observed Lyon, their expressions a mix of fascination and curiosity, as he navigated this altered reality.

Minx, always the mischievous guide, quipped, "Quite the spectacle, isn't it, blank sheet? The Sage Rat's eyes reveal a world beyond the surface."

Lyon, still adjusting to this enhanced perception, nodded in silent acknowledgment. The world had become a canvas of energies, and he was poised to explore its depths in ways he had never imagined.

Rakumtatak observed Kesya's fading strength with a sense of mild amusement. Blood stained her lips, and the torn spatial fabric around them crackled with residual thunder. "You will need all six of you to stop me," the orc emperor declared, confident in his overwhelming might.

A defiant smile played on Kesya's lips as she wiped away the blood. "Oh, I still have one more trick up my sleeve," she retorted, her grin revealing a hint of mischief.

Rakumtatak's interest piqued, and he gave a bemused smile. "Interesting. So far, you've used raw strength and technique. Am I going to witness your art?" The orc emperor was curious, intrigued by the prospect of Kesya unveiling a new facet of her abilities.

Kesya's grin widened, and she shook her head. "No, not arts. A regalia!" Her declaration hung in the air, creating an air of anticipation as the onlookers observed the unfolding clash between these two formidable forces.

The very fabric of the Fourth Hell seemed to shudder at the impending revelation. Kesya, battered but determined, prepared to unleash her regalia, leaving everyone to wonder what mysterious power she held within.

Kesya spoke the name "Achile," and the regalia manifested as a pair of anklets on her feet. Though seemingly simple in appearance, they were crafted from Hell's Prism, an ore of the highest quality, contrasting the revered Heaven's Prism. The regalia's dark aura hinted at its formidable power, resonating with the essence of the underworld.

The Hell's Prism anklets emitted a faint, ominous glow as they adorned Kesya's feet. The contrast between the regalia's darkness and Kesya's fierce grin created an intriguing visual spectacle. The onlookers, including Lyon and his companions, were captivated by the unfolding display of ancient artifacts and mystical powers.

"Incredible..." Lyon could see the anti-mana weaving like a torrent toward the pair of anklets. He gulped. ( This is what a Regalia is? )

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