218: End of Chapter 218

The dazzling fist light, like a surging torrent, instantly swallowed Aaron whole.

Within this blazing fist light, Aaron could truly perceive dozens of distinct forces surging wildly.

Those forces were bone-chillingly cold like polar winds, scorching hot like volcanic magma, and possessed the might of Nine Heavens thunder.

This terrifying power, capable of destroying everything, was compressed entirely into this single fist light, crushing everything in its path into dust.

Under the impact of this terrifying force, Aaron's skin cracked inch by inch, blood gushing out, as an unprecedented sense of lethal crisis shrouded him like a dark cloud.

"I cannot die... there is still the Revelation... our mission..."

Aaron screamed frantically in his heart, a strong desire to survive burning fiercely.

At this critical juncture of life and death, Aaron completely lifted the restrictions on his own abilities, recklessly and frantically invoking his Special Ability in an attempt to strengthen himself and withstand this fatal blow.

"Physical Enhancement... Super-speed Recovery... Indomitability... Defensive Barrier... Super Hardening... Protective Barrier... Suppression... Rebound..."

Aaron's brain was plunged into chaos, his thoughts tangled like a mess of hemp.

He had no time to think carefully, simply dumping every word that subconsciously popped into his mind onto himself.

It was all just to withstand this earth-shattering blow from Chen Moxuan.

But as mentioned before, if one rashly uses their ability without a clear and precise understanding of the imagined rules, it is highly likely to lead to ability failure or even backlash.

In an instant, Aaron's figure began to expand rapidly, bursting through his formal wear.

His original skin turned pitch black, and thick veins bulged under his skin like earthworms, looking hideous and terrifying.

The blood flowing from his body also became thick and viscous, turning into a strange green fluid that emitted a nauseating odor.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a grotesque giant Monster.

The fist light that had originally engulfed his entire body, due to his massive change in size, could now only cover his chest area.

Aaron used his two pitch-black hands to hold the terrifying fist light firmly in front of him, doing everything in his power to prevent it from advancing further.

"It's useless... Order... The rules override everything in the world, and I am the Incarnation of Order!"

Aaron, who had completely devolved into a Monster, spoke in a low, hoarse voice, his eyes filled with madness and paranoia.

Chen Moxuan's fist light, upon Aaron's weird and twisted hands, strangely seemed to manifest a tangible form.

That originally intangible and formless energy now felt like a piece of incredibly tough leather, being forcibly squeezed into layers of wrinkles by Aaron.

However, Chen Moxuan's fist light was like a surging tide, continuously erupting from his clenched fist, and this power was constantly climbing, becoming increasingly formidable.

Aaron tried his best to push Chen Moxuan's fist light forward with his hands, but he could not Move it even a fraction.

Moreover, he felt an immensely powerful suppression force wash over him like a tide, slowly forcing him back, while puffs of melting, murky air rose from the skin of his hands.

"Order is a product of humanity; Monsters don't need it."

Chen Moxuan's gaze was like a torch, staring intently at the massive black Monster before him, a flash of sharp, cold light in his eyes.

"The outcome is decided; stop making pointless struggles. It's quite unsightly."

The Move he was executing, [Ultimate Style · Destruction], was a finishing strike that pursued extreme destructive power.

This Move abandoned all complex techniques and variations, releasing all power continuously like a surging river, unleashed with full force in a crushing manner.

It only considered thoroughly shattering every obstacle in front of it.

Once unleashed, unless the opponent was completely obliterated or his own power was exhausted, the offensive would never cease for even a moment.

With this Move, Chen Moxuan had raised his attack power to an unprecedented Peak state, within the limits his body could withstand.

However, if one were to cast aside the shackles of bodily limits, this Move had huge room for improvement.

Near-tangible golden light, like fragments of the sun, surged from Chen Moxuan's body, all gathering toward his fist.

After analyzing [Heart Source Resonance], Chen Moxuan gained a further understanding of the application of the Power Of Faith.

Accelerating the recovery of Mental Energy was just a side effect of the Power Of Faith; the true mystery of the Power Of Faith lay in the powerful belief it carried, capable of shaking reality and rewriting destiny.

Chen Moxuan's Power Of Faith mostly originated from the members of the Mo Sect in C City.

With pious and burning hearts, they revered Chen Moxuan as a deity, viewing him as a savior in the darkness.

Their only hope was that Chen Moxuan could lead them to break through this insane "amuse-to-death" event and walk out of C City alive.

"Since that is the case, then as you wish."

Chen Moxuan's gaze went past Aaron, straight to the dome covering the entire C City in the distance.

This blow was infused with his conviction to eliminate every obstacle in front of him and pierce through that barrier.

Taking his own conviction as a guide, Chen Moxuan drew out the Power Of Faith that everyone had placed upon him, merging it all into his attack.

One could see that the originally dazzling fist light was instantly shrouded by a layer of brilliant golden light.

As the light flowed, the fist light began to rapidly compress and thin, resembling a golden divine sword that had been tempered a thousand times, extremely sharp, emitting a chillingly fierce Aura.

And the arm with which Chen Moxuan unleashed this earth-shattering blow finally could not bear the load, exploding with a boom.

At the same time, this fist light, like a golden divine sword, instantly pierced through Aaron's hands.

Aaron didn't even have time to let out a scream before the fist light passed through his massive, mountain-like body, leaving behind only a smoking hole.

And this fist light, its momentum remained fierce and undiminished.

Just like a blazing meteor trailing a brilliant long tail, cutting through the vast sky, it crossed the long distance of tens of kilometers in an instant with an unstoppable posture, slamming fiercely into the barrier that shrouded the entire city.

Threads of cracks rapidly spread outwards from the point of the violent impact.

"Crack, crack."

With one crack, it was like triggering a chain reaction.

This barrier, which had previously remained immovable despite being battered by thousands of attacks, saw cracks spreading crazily until it finally shattered with a heaven-shaking roar.

The participants in C City, who were still firing at each other with bloodshot eyes, involuntarily stopped their actions and looked up in unison.

That massive glass garden had already shattered, turning into countless huge, transparent fragments that fluttered, fell, and dissipated in the air.

Aaron slowly lowered his head, staring in disbelief at the shocking hole in his lower chest.

He could clearly see his own heart, which had already stopped beating.

The heart was already shrouded in a strange color, completely unlike what a human heart should look like.

Chen Moxuan's fierce blow was ruthlessly extinguishing every last trace of vitality remaining within him.

Golden patterns spread wildly from the edges of the hole, gradually covering the surface of his originally pitch-black body.

As the last glimmer of life was about to be extinguished, Aaron felt in a trance that deep within his mind, those long-sealed memories were emerging bit by bit.

That was many, many years ago; exactly how long ago, Aaron could not remember.

He only vaguely remembered that it was a land desolate to the extreme, drought-ridden to the point of despair.

The scorching sun hung high, ruthlessly roasting the earth, the ground cracked with deep gullies.

Everywhere was filled with rotting corpses, scavengers, and the Stone Spirit clan.

This was a piece of human territory completely occupied by the Stone Spirit clan, because the Stone Spirit clan liked arid land. Thanks to them, the originally fertile land became barren.

Although the Stone Spirit clan had no particular interest in slaughtering humans, if any human dared to stop them from transforming the environment of the territory, they would not hesitate to smash the human into meat paste.

As for those humans surviving on the territory, as long as they did not intrude into their turf, the Stone Spirit clan would completely ignore them.

The local law enforcement agencies had long since collapsed, completely losing their former effectiveness.

The remaining people killed each other here, plundering the only remaining resources.

On this land, burning, killing, and looting were like daily routines, and treating human life like grass was even more common.

For that meager amount of food, people would often not hesitate to raise their butcher knives and slaughter their own kind.

A scrawny, bony teenager, holding a rusty kitchen knife, was taking heavy steps, heading toward a village occupied by a few Stone Spirits.

In that village, there should still be some food left behind that the villagers hadn't had time to take when they fled.

Those Stone Spirits lazily glanced over, took a contemptuous look at this weak creature, and then turned their heads away with disdain, happily lying back down on the arid land.

Just as the teenager was about to step into the village, a figure appeared out of thin air, blocking the teenager's path.

"Where are you going?"

It was a young man, standing with his back to the teenager without turning his head, asking.

Although he didn't recognize him, the teenager's originally dead eyes couldn't help but produce a glimmer of hope when he saw this back.

Perhaps because on this land, there was actually someone using words to communicate with him, the teenager answered honestly:

"My mom said, you can't steal other people's things; those rocks aren't people," the teenager said feebly.

The man with his back to the teenager's body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help laughing:

"Can't steal other people's things... Hahaha... Right, but that is established on the premise of Order."

"Remember this: only when you possess power yourself can you establish Order. No matter what kind of rules you have in your heart, the premise for making people comply is power."

The teenager would always remember that day: the man just shouted one word, and those few Stone Spirits, as huge as mountains, were all turned into ash and dust.

Subsequently, the man wandered around, and in half a day, as if taking a leisurely stroll, he wiped out the entire Stone Spirit clan, which even the military could not deal with.

The teenager followed closely behind the man, and after witnessing various miracles, he couldn't help but address him as Lord God.

To this, the man was just dismissive:

"God? Don't compare me to that kind of thing."

"If you really have to say it, just call me the father of gods."

...

"I... remember now... What Twelve Divine Envoys... What Revelation... It turns out the ones who were truly being fooled were us all along..."

Aaron's body gradually shrank, returning to his former appearance.

His eyes, which were originally filled with blood color, now slowly revealed the whites, but within the pupils, the former luster had already been lost, hollow and dim.

He tremblingly reached out his hand, as if exhausting all his strength to gather his blurred vision.

Attempting, at the last moment of his life, to see the appearance of the person in front of him one more time.

In his eyes, the world seemed like a scrambled jigsaw puzzle, with several overlapping images constantly shifting and merging.

At one instant, he finally captured that clear moment.

The person in front of him had white hair flowing wildly in the blood-red scene; although his arms were lost, his Aura remained fierce.

Although his appearance had subtle differences from his memory, that familiar feeling was like an imprint carved deep into the Soul, which Aaron would absolutely never forget.

"As expected, no matter how many times it happens, you would still choose to return here..."

Aaron's voice was weak and hoarse, yet carried a hint of indescribable relief,

"It's really great to be able to see you one last time..."

However, the words he spoke were mysteriously interfered with by an invisible force, unable to reach Chen Moxuan's ears at all.

In this instant, Chen Moxuan could only see Aaron opening his mouth, seemingly murmuring something.

And all the Killing Intent on the other party was like smoke blown away by a breeze, disappearing without a trace.

Aaron revealed a long-lost expression toward Chen Moxuan, as if the person in front of him was no longer the enemy fighting him to the death, but an old friend from whom he had been separated for a long time.

As the last bit of regret he was holding on to was satisfied, Aaron's body, like a shattered porcelain doll, instantly exploded into countless golden fragments.

"What the..."

Chen Moxuan looked at this scene, his brows locked, his heart full of doubt and confusion.

Aaron's expression before death, that sincere and relieved look, did not seem like it was faked.

Yet he could not imagine any reason for Aaron's behavior.

The next instant, an indescribable sense of extreme exhaustion surged into Chen Moxuan's heart without warning.

Before arriving, he had consumed an excessive amount of Mental Energy to analyze Special Abilities, and then, in a near-suicidal manner within a few minutes, had repeatedly survived the gates of hell to force a Breakthrough.

Even relying on the short-term physical excitement brought about after the Breakthrough, being able to persist until now in this life-and-death battle was already a miracle.

Afterwards, in the battles with Andre and Aaron, Chen Moxuan had repeatedly squeezed his body's limits, even unleashing an all-out strike at the end.

At this moment, when that nerve, stretched to the limit, finally relaxed a little, Chen Moxuan felt like a crumbling leaf in a gale, losing all support.

"So sleepy..."

He murmured to himself, his voice as weak as remnants of catkins drifting in the wind, his consciousness also drifting away uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

Vaguely, Chen Moxuan seemed to hear the voices of several people calling him.

But he no longer had any strength to respond; his vision instantly plunged into darkness, and his body slowly fell backward.

This time, he felt as if he was going to sleep for a very long time.