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Chapter 164 - 164 - Holy Beast Battle Aura
POV: Rygar Adoldia
The Holy Beast Battle Aura was created with three different purposes in mind: to unconsciously utilize the Prediction technique of the Beast God Style, to mix instinct and logic in combat, and, finally, to be able to fuse internal and external mana.
The first purpose was the simplest and most self‑explanatory.
The Prediction technique basically consisted of raising my five senses to the limit. If taken to an even higher level, it could even enhance the so‑called "sixth sense."
It was an ability that, in practice, allowed someone to have superhuman perception both in and out of combat.
I had refined it to a level approaching Dragon Ball's "Ultra Instinct."
While the Holy Beast Battle Aura was active, I became practically invulnerable—nothing absolute, of course, but very close to it.
The second purpose, mixing instinct and logic, was much more complex. Everyone above a certain level of strength knew that it was impossible to reach higher levels of Touki control by relying solely on instinct.
But I did not follow that traditional path. I elevated my instincts to a higher level than any other warrior I had met, even while using logic.
Mixing instinct and logic meant raising all my physical capabilities simultaneously.
For that, my Touki was redirected to the nerve centers and hormonal glands of my body, stimulating intense production of adrenaline, noradrenaline, and dopamine, almost completely inhibiting the sensation of pain.
It was a technique that required extreme concentration, but it was effectively a "Berserk Mode" adapted to this world—something I had wanted to create for a long time.
I already had sufficient knowledge of the human body since always, but Touki was a variable I had only recently mastered.
After using this technique, the body experienced a period of partial exhaustion, but that was a consequence I was working to eliminate.
The ability of the Magic Cloak that I received from Aisha and the others on my birthday was a big part of the inspiration in refining this technique.
And even in this fight against the Sword God, the Cloak was still extremely useful.
Finally, the third pillar: the fusion of internal and external mana. The Deprivation Sword Realm was the best‑known example of this application.
A dome created around the Water God literally allowed anyone to be counter‑attacked instantly. When you think about it deeply, this technique borders on the absurdly perfect.
I respected it even more than the Longsword of Light, due to its complexity. It was something only a handful of beings in the world would be capable of countering.
Mixing internal and external mana had practically infinite potential. And even now, I wasn't anywhere near reaching its apex.
The current application was still simple, but even so, it was something that very few in the world could replicate.
The moment I used the technique, I noticed Gall Farion becoming more alert.
He noticed my Touki beginning to move in a different way simply by how I moved. But, no matter what he did, he couldn't stop me.
My muscles tensed, my mind accelerated. I exploded into speed, even faster than normal, and swung my sword with full strength. A silver glow ran across the blue blade of Tsukikage.
In that instant, I saw something change in Gall Farion's eyes.
I attacked normally, without losing speed, with unmatched ferocity. But I felt my strike being redirected.
It was as if it were being guided out of the angle of impact. Still, it did not lose its momentum.
The attack was ferociously extreme. A pure, silvery‑white energy emerged from the blade, cutting everything in its path like an unstoppable force.
A fissure opened in the ground instantly, as the silver light tore everything in a straight line. It happened in the blink of an eye as the shockwave spread.
For a brief moment in the midst of the fight, Gall Farion and I just stared at each other. I smiled.
Beside us, the fissure in the ground and the aura around me pulsing violently. Those with keen perception understood an inconceivable truth:
Gall Farion had used the Water God Style to deflect my final blow.
He stared at me with a serious scowl. Then, he raised Windpipe, naturally assuming his tall stance. I whispered:
"Time to end this."
And I activated my Demon Eyes.
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POV: Gall Farion
I lost.
The moment I used the Water God Style to deflect the blow, I understood: that action defined exactly when I sealed my defeat.
Even with the fight still raging, even with the arena collapsing around us and the tension and pressure in the air, something inside me had already recognized the truth.
He was faster. Stronger. More ferocious. Even if I attacked faster thanks to the Longsword of Light, what good was it if I couldn't hit him?
Rygar Adoldia was a beast in human form, capable of speed bursts I couldn't even fully follow. Even having gone through hundreds of deadly duels, I could not react completely to him.
I was relying solely on the Longsword of Light to win. A single well‑placed strike. A clean, absolute cut.
A perfect attack to split his body in two, to separate his head from his neck, to end everything.
But I couldn't reach him.
My only real opportunity was at the start of the battle. That decisive moment where the first to strike would win. The fastest blade always triumphs. That was the essence of the Sword God Style.
But he was almost as fast as I was at that moment, his Longsword of Light probably the fastest besides mine, and I couldn't defeat him in a single blow—and that completely destroyed my rhythm.
Since then, every move he made became more impossible to follow. Every burst of Touki turned him into a silver blur, an untouchable shadow. A direct strike? Unthinkable.
No matter how many times I tried to close the distance precisely, he would retreat, attack from strange angles, create openings only to lure me into a trap.
That Magic Cloak he wore made him even more elusive.
When his advantage was significant, he even counter‑attacked in the middle of my strikes—a thing almost suicidal for any other swordsman.
Several wounds and deep cuts began to accumulate on my body. My muscles were rigid, my Touki increasingly shallow.
And beyond that damned...
He had created a truly insane technique.
From what he said, it was the Holy Beast Battle Aura. Probably inspired by the Dragon God's ability.
I had no counter‑measures for ranged attacks beyond the Water God Style, because I simply didn't need them.
Until this day, it was enough to cut through everything; the supreme technique of the Sword God Style could cut anything.
But in the hands of someone like Rygar...
Someone who moved almost as fast as I did...
That technique became extremely problematic.
I was losing. But I didn't even have time to think about it. Every second of the fight demanded total concentration.
It got even worse when he activated the Demon Eyes; I felt that every move I made was under his scrutiny.
This was, without a doubt, the most intense battle of my life. One mistake, one hesitation, and I would be finished.
The arena around us was no longer an arena. It was a field of destruction. The ground was cracked and shattered.
Waves of Battle Aura echoed everywhere. The barriers raised around us, supported by Rygar's disciple—Aisha—shook and cracked.
After being grazed by those silvery lights of Rygar, the magical shields almost collapsed.
I only needed one strike.
Just one faster strike. Just one!
But even amidst all that chaos, while I could barely breathe, while blood dripped from my ribs and arms... the smile still lingered on Rygar's face.
That boy... was still smiling.
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The two swordsmen were at full strength. Every movement was laden with murderous intent, absolute precision, and raw power.
But now, to everyone present, it was clear: Gall Farion was at a disadvantage.
Most of the Sword Saints, accustomed to high‑speed duels, remained motionless in absolute shock.
The Sword Emperors were restless, faces tense and fists clenched.
Ghislaine remained expressionless, eyes fixed on the fight, while Eris quivered with pure excitement, almost as if she were inside the arena, feeling each exchange of blows.
Badigadi let out a thunderous laugh that echoed throughout the place:
"Bwahahahaha! Holy Beast Battle Aura, is it?! It's really something that could compete with the Dragon God one day!"
Vinnar Yellowsnake, the Water Emperor, spoke calmly:
"I won't lie. I came here a bit skeptical. I was ready to veto the public recognition of a new style. But after seeing this display... it really was worth coming."
Melina, on the other hand, was completely lost. Being a mage, she couldn't even follow what was happening.
The two fighters moved at speeds far beyond her visual perception. To her, it was like watching flashes of light and blurs moving about.
The battle approached its climax. Gall Farion's wounds piled up, his movements growing heavier, his advances more risky.
Then, in a moment of pure determination, he surged forward.
He decided to go all out, ignoring a possible counterstrike, just rushing with everything he had, betting everything on that single move.
That was the only way to turn this battle in his favor with one strike.
A blow cut his shoulder, opening a trail of blood, but he didn't stop. He screamed with all his might:
"Haaaaaaaah!"
And then executed his supreme technique. Acclaimed as the most powerful sword technique ever created, the Longsword of Light was unleashed.
A strike so fast it sliced the air, a blade that seemed to cut even the light.
But, as throughout the fight, Rygar was simply too fast.
The blow passed by his shoulder, creating the first "deep" cut Rygar suffered in the battle. Windpipe only managed to make a two‑ or three‑centimeter‑deep slice.
In the next second, Rygar advanced with unmatched ferocity, seizing the opening masterfully.
With Tsukikage in one hand and Watermirror in the other, he mixed the Savage Slash of the Beast God Style with the Nebula Cross of the North God Style.
A hybrid technique that exploded with Touki upon being delivered.
The two blades advanced like twin storms.
An eruption of Touki that shook the arena. Gall Farion was thrown backward by the impact of the strike.
Gall Farion's left arm was severed by the blue blade. His right hand flew through the air, ripped off by the silvery blade. Blood gushed like a fountain.
Gall Farion staggered, eyes wide in shock and disbelief, but remained standing. Still alive.
Rygar then grew serious. The opportunity was there. He could have killed the Sword God at that moment, as Gall had done with the last Sword God.
He could have ended it all right there, without hesitation. But he didn't.
He spun in the air, his leg driven by Touki and momentum, and delivered a devastating kick to Gall's torso—the Internal Impact technique of the Beast God Style.
The impact was like that of a cannon.
Gall Farion was launched across the arena like a projectile, crossing the space until he violently hit the protective barrier around them.
A deafening crash echoed. Cracks spread across the barrier.
Then...
Absolute silence.
Everyone froze. Breaths held. Dust still hung in the air, and the battlefield seemed frozen in time.
And Rygar, with the Holy Beast Battle Aura around him, stood—unshakable.
The entire Sword Sanctuary plunged into a sepulchral silence.
Gall Farion lay on the ground, propped against the Magic Barrier, unconscious.
Blood still dripped from his left shoulder and the severed right hand, staining the cracked ground dark red.
The brutality of the final strike was such that, for a moment, many believed he was dead.
His breathing was shallow, almost imperceptible, and the wounds all over his body made him unrecognizable as the legendary Sword God.
In a scene completely out of sync with that heavy, tense atmosphere, a little girl with reddish‑brown hair entered the arena with light, skipping steps.
Her childish presence contrasted with the battlefield covered in destruction, blood, and residual aura.
Raising her voice clearly and firmly, she declared:
"The Sword God, Gall Farion, is incapacitated from fighting! Victory goes to Rygar Adoldia!"
The words echoed through the ruins of the battlefield like a muffled thunder. It was as if everyone had been abruptly pulled back to reality.
Rygar, deactivating the Holy Beast Battle Aura, said nothing as his body began to emit steam from every pore.
He simply turned his back on Gall Farion and began to walk out of the arena amid the reverent silence of the crowd.
Aisha, who had been previously instructed by Rygar, moved quickly. She gathered Gall's severed limbs and ran to him, kneeling by his side.
The young woman traced complex, glowing magic circles, concentrating absolutely.
The Advanced Healing magic began to reconnect tendons, bones, and muscles, weaving the tissues with surgical precision.
One of the Sword Saints, still agape, murmured in an emotion‑trembling voice:
"He... did he really win? The Sword God lost to Rygar?"
"Bwahahahahaha!" Badigadi's thunderous laugh cut the tense air like a blade:
"How's it feel, kid?! Now you're one of the Seven Great Powers! Do you feel any different?!"
The contrast between the Immortal Demon King's enthusiasm and the silent melancholy of the swordsmen around was striking. Many still didn't know how to react.
Some were in shock, others with expressions of disbelief, and a few with looks of silent acceptance.
Eris, trembling with excitement, was the next to break the collective paralysis. The moment Rygar left the arena, she leapt at him, hugging him tightly:
"I knew you would win!"
Rygar, smiling as he watched the girl's affection, replied:
"I don't feel anything particularly different, Badi... So, how's my name engraved on the Stone of the Seven Great Powers?"
Not far from the Sword Sanctuary, there stood a Stone of the Seven Great Powers.
During the fight, someone from the Iron Legion had been assigned to remain there, watching closely for any change recorded on the magic stone.
At that very moment, a young beast‑race swordsman burst through the Sanctuary gates at full speed.
Out of breath, eyes wide with emotion, he shouted loudly enough for everyone to hear:
"Beast God! The new sixth place among the Seven Great Powers of the World is called the Beast God!"
A new title. A new name carved among the greatest in the world. History was being written before the eyes of all present.
This would be only the beginning of Rygar Adoldia's climb through the ranks of the Seven Great Powers of the World.
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