The Invincible Young Master

Chapter 254 254 - All out battle

"Human-die!"

The roar did not pass through space.

It slammed straight into Reynold's mind.

Hatred and will crashed down on his consciousness like an avalanche, heavy and overwhelming.

For a brief instant, his thoughts scattered, his vision darkened, and his body locked in place, suspended in the endless white as if nailed there by an unseen force.

But the moment did not last.

Reynold sucked in a sharp breath and turned his will inward, seizing his own awareness and tearing free from the intrusion.

Pain throbbed behind his eyes, his skull ringing as though struck by a great bell, but his feet steadied in the void. His vision cleared just in time to see what that single lapse had cost him.

The seven remaining heads had already moved.

Light fell. Beams erupted from above, below, and every possible direction, converging on him in a single, merciless instant.

The void itself lit up as the attacks descended, each ray carrying enough power to erase mountains, enough to end him instantly if even one struck true.

Reynold did not retreat.

He raised his hand and pointed a single finger toward the oncoming storm.

At his will, the two celestial spheres above him spun faster, their forms blurring into radiant halos. In response, beams of identical brilliance burst from them, rushing to meet the descending light.

The collision flooded the whiteness with blinding radiance.

Beam met beam. Authority ground against authority. The space between them trembled violently, yet not a single ray slipped through to touch Reynold.

Then the void darkened to his right.

A massive tide of miasma surged toward him, thick and corrosive, rolling like a living sea. Behind it loomed one of Azeroth's colossal heads, jaws spread wide as endless darkness poured from its throat, intent on swallowing him whole.

Reynold turned, eyes narrowing.

His free arm swept outward.

Void flame burst from his, devouring light as easily as it consumed shadow.

The two seas collided, black fire crashing into writhing miasma. They hissed and tore at one another, locked in a violent stalemate that twisted and warped the surrounding space.

For a brief moment, Reynold held them both at bay.

And in that moment, The others struck.

Above him, space folded without warning.

Behind him, fire compressed, twisting and condensing until it formed a blazing spear of pure heat.

From another direction, thunder roared, crushed inward into a crackling mass of violent destruction. Each of the remaining heads wielded a different authority, a different law of existence, and they unleashed them all at once.

No matter how fierce a single man might be, he could not face so many hands without paying the price.

The attacks struck together.

The endless white shattered into chaos as elemental forces tore into Reynold's body, ripping, burning, crushing, erasing, all in the same instant.

Power overlapped upon power, drowning him beneath layers of dominion meant to wipe him out completely. For a brief span of time, his figure vanished entirely, swallowed by the storm.

Then it stopped.

The raging energy dispersed, breaking apart into fading ripples, and Reynold stood there once more.

Or rather, only half of him did.

The entire left side of his body was gone, erased from shoulder to hip. Where flesh and bone should have been, there was nothing but empty whiteness. The edge of what remained was jagged and uneven, as though reality itself had taken a bite from him.

Yet Reynold did not fall.

Before the serpent heads could even savor the sight, light burst from the wound. Flesh began to knit together at a visible pace.

Bone reformed, muscle wove itself back into place, skin sealed over the gap as though time itself were flowing backward.

In a matter of moments, his body was whole again, restored as if the destruction had never occurred.

But the cost was clear.

The cracks beneath his skin spread wider, fractured veins of jade-like light crawling farther across his body.

Their glow grew brighter, more unstable, pulsing in erratic rhythms. His form blurred again and again, flickering as though struggling to remain anchored to reality.

Above him, the false divine star spun unevenly, its light stuttering, threatening to tear him apart from within if pushed any further.

Reynold felt it with perfect clarity. He was reaching his limit.

Few more reckless release of power, one step beyond what his body could endure, and he would shatter completely. Mind, flesh, and soul, broken beyond recovery.

Still, he straightened. And a low laugh slipped from his lips.

His eyes shone with a dangerous light as he looked toward the nearest serpent head, its vast crimson gaze locked tightly onto him.

"Well," he said, rolling his shoulders as heat began to spill from his body, "no point holding back anymore."

Fire erupted around him.

Void flame and divine radiance twisted together, wrapping his form in a storm of power as he kicked off the empty ground and surged forward.

The impossible distance vanished in an instant. Reynold became a blazing comet tearing through the endless white, aimed straight at the colossal head before him.

In that moment, deep within its ancient awareness, Azeroth understood.

This human was no longer fighting to survive.

He was fighting as someone who had already accepted his own destruction, and intended to drag a god down with him.

Reynold did not spare the other heads a single glance.

From the moment the seven moved together, his focus had already settled on one target, the serpent head that ruled over space itself.

Among them all, this one was the most annoying. The most elusive. The one that could retreat endlessly and strike from beyond reach. As long as it existed, the battle would never truly end.

The decision was made in an instant. The void beneath his feet rippled. And Reynold vanished.

Space compressed violently as he surged forward, crossing an immeasurable distance in a single step. His body cut through the whiteness like a blade drawn across silk.

The spatial head reacted at once, its crimson eyes narrowing as layers of warped space folded inward, collapsing toward Reynold in crushing waves meant to erase him.

They never had the chance.

When those invisible walls met Reynold, they split apart.

The distorted space peeled away as though sliced by an unseen edge, unable to endure his presence.

Reynold passed through without slowing, the fractured light beneath his skin blazing brighter with every heartbeat.

At the same time, from every direction, the remaining heads struck.

Elemental authorities roared through the void.

Fire surged like a tidal wave. Thunder split the silence with violent force. Corrosive power gnawed at the space around him, while pure annihilation followed close behind, each attack aimed to tear Reynold apart before he could close the remaining distance.

He did not slow.

Above him, the twin divine stars spun faster, their rotation growing uneven as layers of radiant barriers unfolded and collapsed in rapid rhythm. Every strike was caught just short of his body, crashing against light instead of flesh.