Neither Tyr nor Hanzo had any big reaction to this.

Tyr mused, ‘Power over the dead? Or is it power over life itself…’

Mere seconds after Camadral and Enhanced opened their eyes, they fell to one knee and bowed their heads with one fist on the ground.

“Lord Black!” They both said in unison, fear and respect both mingling in their tones.

The white-haired figure addressed as ‘Black’ looked to the side, “Come here.” He said in a quiet tone.

*BANG*

Something heavy plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground with a burst of dust and dirt. As the debris settled, Mrama was revealed, kneeling like the others.

“Lord Black!”

With a wave of Black’s hand, an object busted through the doors of the warehouse and floated to where he was before falling before him.

It was Jiro, who was still heavily bound by Noa’s seal.

With another wave, the Aura binds on Jiro were broken apart easily.

Another wave and a green Aura flushed through Jiro’s body–fully rejuvenating him and taking away all bruises and blemishes.

“Lord Black!” The young man got on one knee and declared.

‘All of them gathered together in one place huh…’ Tyr thought to himself at that moment, ‘This is a perfect opportunity to see what I’m dealing with here… Scan.’

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Mrama Matal

Age: 21 Years

Power Level: 235

Rank: Expert

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┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Jiro Matal

Age: 22 Years

Power Level: 234

Rank: Expert

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┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Thelmis Cank (Enhanced) Check out m_vl_em_p_yr stories

Age: 31 Years

Power Level: 270

Rank: Expert

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┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Camadral Rurahan

Age: 79 Years

Power Level: 295

Rank: Virtuoso

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Tyr’s pupils lowered to the last screen in his vision, ‘And finally…’

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Black Knowledge

Age: 308 Years

Power Level: 550

Rank: Grandmaster

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Tyr paused, a faint smirk forming. ‘Weaker than I expected…’

At that moment, Black turned to face Tyr and the others.

“Tyr…” His voice was loud and powerful, as everyone beside him stood up and faced those standing above the crater.

“A mere mortal like you wants to fight against me… a God of knowledge? Do you understand what type of trap you have walked into? The size of the bite you choose to take? Well… it’s too late for reconciliation now.

Prepare to die.”

He paused, “Go… kill them all.”

At that moment, Mrama and Jiro both lunged toward Malon and Noa. Enhanced followed after them, but was abruptly thrust to the side by a certain figure.

He was pushed onto the main battlefield, skidding across the ground before finally coming to a stop.

When he stood, he saw Helas standing before him.

“Do not forget that I am also here… you will be fighting me, heathen!” Helas roared, swinging his sword frivolously in the air. He was already bloody, seeming to have fought for a while.

Enhanced smiled, “Oh? Then come at me, weakling!”

As they clashed, Black turned his focus from them, back to the figures above the crater.

Mrama and Malon were already locked in combat, their battle pushing several meters away. Jiro and Noa were also deeply engaged. Only Camadral remained at Black’s side.

“Before I leave… Lord Black…” Camadral said at that moment, almost under his breath.

“Speak…” Black said in a low tone.

Camadral took a step forward before saying: “There is nothing ‘mere’ about that mortal…” He lunged upwards and toward Hanzo.

Hanzo backed up, shooting several arrows at the elder.

However, Camadral dodged all the arrows in mid-air, unleashing a flurry of small Aura bombs toward the young man.

Tyr looked at Hanzo with a nonchalant expression as his battle traveled farther away.

‘Hanzo is 245 OP at max… I need to beat this Black cunt before I can rejoin and help the others. 245 and 295 is not a fair match in any regards.’ He mused, slightly concerned.

Black had the side of his top lip raised, almost in disgust: “I will have to teach him a lesson about how to speak later…” He said, “Does he think you will be a challenge to me? How foolish… through various learned methods I have forgotten what fear and death even feel like…”

Tyr clenched his jaw. “Are you ready to fight, or are you just going to keep talking?”

Black’s eyes narrowed as he began to levitate from the crater. “Boy…”

“So that’s a no,” Tyr muttered under his breath.

“I have witnessed the rise and fall of emperors you mortals fear, seen rulers grow old and die countless times, including the ones who now govern the major kingdoms of Ainsveld. You should lower your—”

“Fear? I fear no man. I fear nothing,” Tyr interrupted, his voice rough and defiant. He felt no such thing as cowardice at this moment.

“You—”

“As long as you draw breath, you can be killed,” Tyr cut him off again, his tone cold and resolute. “No matter what you claim to be.”

Black’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he floated higher above the crater, his aura intensifying like a storm gathering strength.

The air around him seemed to warp with raw power, the ground beneath him cracking and splitting from the sheer force of his energy.

His voice, now laced with fury, resonated like a thunderclap. “You insolent whelp… I am a God.”

Tyr stood his ground, his gaze unwavering. He could sense the malevolent, crashing waves of energy repelling from his shield of golden Aura. “A god?” he scoffed. “You’re just another obstacle in my path. And I’ve dealt with plenty of those.”

Black’s lips curled into a snarl. “So be it. You wish for death, I shall grant it.”

With a sudden, explosive burst of speed, Black lunged toward Tyr, his hand glowing with a dark, malevolent Aura.

Tyr barely had time to react, raising his arm to block as Black’s fist connected with a deafening crack.

The force of the blow sent a shockwave through the ground, and Tyr was pushed back, his feet digging trenches into the earth.

‘Fast…’ Tyr thought, gritting his teeth as he slid to a stop. He understood immediately that he couldn’t afford to let Black’s attacks connect—each blow was like a hammer strike from a mountain-sized giant.

But he also knew he couldn’t hold back.

Gathering his strength, Tyr launched himself forward.

‘Blink Step.’ He closed the gap in an instant.

He threw a punch of his own, his fist wreathed in a blazing golden Aura. Black deflected it with ease, but Tyr was relentless. He followed up with a flurry of rapid strikes, each one faster and stronger than the last.

Black dodged and parried with inhuman speed, his movements a blur. “Is this all you have?” he taunted, his voice calm despite the ferocity of the exchange. “Pathetic.”

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