Hero of Darkness

The intense battle between Atreus and Harambe took an unexpected twist as their weapons collided with a resounding clash. But in a startling turn of events, Harambe suddenly convulsed, coughing up a spurt of crimson blood.

A surge of urgency coursed through his veins as he grappled with the realization of what had caused this unforeseen reaction. Contrary to his initial assumptions, it became clear that the blue wolfkin was not targeting his vital spots as he had previously believed.

Instead, Atreus had set his sights on those ten massive 2 kilometers long staves that Harambe had summoned. These staves were a manifestation of a saint's condensed world energy, and they were directly linked to the summoner's consciousness and body.

While he was busy defending against Atreus' surprise attack, the attacker originally intended to strike at his skill instead.

Although Atreus aka Kahn had many skills to end this battle in 1st minute, it would require him to use a variety of his skills, buffs, bloodline effects and Drakos Armor. And those were the very things he did not want to reveal to the world.

In the first hour, he had found Harambe's weakness. The Apekin saint had great strength, defense and stamina. He was very skilled with his weapon and didn't leave too many openings at all.

However… Even now, he hadn't used his Domain.

What did it mean?

That either his domain was weak or it was still fully not perfected to be used.

Even Rathnaar informed Kahn of this possibility because it was a common occurrence.

Many 5th-stage saints developed a domain based on their class, abilities, skills and elemental affinity but not all of them were usable in combat until the domain had evolved to a particular level of strength and mastery.

Thus, the most powerful skill Harambe could have at his disposal were those summoned staves that could wipe out an army of 10 million soldiers easily on their own.

And then, Atreus decided to devise a battle strategy for this match.

He was going to use the opponent's weapon against them.

At the present moment…

Harambe watched in horror as Atreus unleashed a series of devastating blows on the staves, a single staff was attacked by 3 to 4 of Atreus' gauntlets, shattering them one by one. With each strike, Harambe felt a powerful backlash coursing through his body, his mind reeling from the pain.

Right then…

A thunderous roar erupted from Atreus as he summoned every ounce of strength within him.

"Beast Uppercut!"

With a swift and calculated motion, he unleashed a powerful uppercut, landing a solid blow to Harambe's jaw. The impact reverberated through the air, resonating with a mix of force and determination.

BOOM!

The warrior was sent hurtling through the air, his body careening uncontrollably until he crashed onto a colossal structure resembling a mountain 10 kilometers away. This remarkable construct used to be an awe-inspiring sight, crafted entirely from vibrant green glass and glistening crystals but now... it was turned into a shattered glassware.

Suddenly, a resounding battle cry pierced the air, shattering the silence that had settled over the battleground.

"Rising Dragon!"

In an instant, a magnificent creature materialized, its form reminiscent of an ancient blue dragon steeped in the traditions of the Eastern cultures.

This majestic entity, forged from the very essence of permafrost, surged forth like an unstoppable wrecking ball, obliterating the glass and crystal mountain before making a devastating impact on the shadow disciple of the Kong tribe.

These strikes were amongst the most formidable techniques Kahn had honed in his arduous training as a Brawler class saint under the tutelage of Romulus.

The Gauntlets and Greaves, his trusted weapons, unleashed their true power, unleashing a display of unparalleled might.

The opponent, caught off guard and unable to withstand the onslaught, suffered grievous injuries and found himself losing control over his own body, teetering on the brink of defeat.

Swoosh!

But before he could recover his stance, Atreus appeared and charged with dark blue water/ice elemental aura, he attacked with his greaves.

Thud!

Thud!

Bang!

Clang!

With each successive Beowolf kick, the sheer force behind Atreus's strikes propelled Harambe backward, causing him to be forcefully pushed across the battlefield for hundreds of meters. Yet, in a blink of an eye, Atreus closed the distance between them once again, launching another lightning-fast kick towards his opponent.

Atreus's arsenal extended beyond mere gauntlets, for he wielded a pair of greaves as well. These unique greaves were crafted from the formidable teeth of a guardian dragon, imbuing them with a ferocious might and devastating strength that surpassed ordinary weaponry. It was with this combination of gauntlets and greaves that Atreus unleashed his relentless assault, each blow delivering an overwhelming display of power.

Bang!

Bang!

With each merciless kick, Harambe's body endured excruciating pain. His muscles, ligaments, and tendons strained under the relentless assault, incapable of withstanding the relentless force, even with the staff serving as a feeble buffer.

Kahn's overwhelming strength far surpassed Harambe's, amplifying the intensity of each blow to an unbearable degree. It was as if a colossal truck collided with him repeatedly, leaving him powerless to halt the onslaught or mount any resistance whatsoever.

SILENCE!

A profound hush descended upon the Nadur Empire as they bore witness to the battle's unforeseen twist. What was once a clash between adversaries of comparable strength now transformed into a display of dominance by Atreus.

No longer was this a clash between evenly matched opponents, for Atreus unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks. The previously formidable wood elemental assaults and strikes proved to be mere illusions in the face of Atreus' overwhelming prowess.

Harambe's body endured relentless strikes, each blow landing with bone-crushing force, causing his summoned staves to splinter and fracture. The shattered remnants of his defenses only added to his torment, as the backlash intensified, further tormenting his already beleaguered form.

Crack!

Crack!

Atreus made horizontal punches and broke the opponent's ribs, and then kicked his sheen.

"AHHH!" groaned Harambe in pain but tried his best to endure.

Snap!

Relentless assaults took their toll on Harambe, rendering his arms numb and causing his left shoulder to dislocate in agonizing pain.

Initially, onlookers held high hopes for Harambe, anticipating his triumph over Atreus.

However, as the battle unfolded, the tides shifted dramatically, and a wave of sympathy washed over the spectators. Each kick delivered by Atreus sent Harambe hurtling through the air, obliterating buildings, trees, towers, and the intricate structures made of multicolored glass that adorned this ethereal realm.

The direness of Harambe's situation became evident to all. It seemed as though Atreus took pleasure in mercilessly tormenting his opponent, prolonging the suffering rather than swiftly concluding the match.

Bang!

A tremendous surge of brown aura erupted from Harambe, engulfing a vast radius of five kilometers, as his Legendary Rank staff shattered into two halves.

The Apekin's countenance lost all its former luster, his visage dimming in the wake of his most cherished possession's demise. The staff, an invaluable artifact that had been his faithful companion throughout decades of training, lay broken before him.

This was no ordinary weapon; it held profound significance as a symbol of Harambe's indomitable might, tireless dedication, and unwavering perseverance over the years. And now, Atreus had callously rent it asunder through his merciless onslaught.

With a voice filled with anguish, the Apekin uttered...

"My soul... that is what you have taken from me!"

"In that case…" retorted Atreus, his eyes devoid of empathy.

"Perhaps your soul was meant to be shattered if it crumbled so easily." His words dripped with cold indifference.

Upon hearing those callous words, Harambe's resolve, unshakable for countless years, faltered for the first time in recent memory.

The piercing impact of Atreus' response left him momentarily unsettled, his spirit shaken by the profound weight of those heartless remarks.

Thud!

Overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of emotions, Harambe sank to his knees, his spirit crushed beneath the weight of his adversary's cold remark as he declared in front of the entire Beast Empire…

"I admit defeat."