After [Meteor Crash] forced Aphex down, leaving a massive crater in its wake, the Apostle groaned as he pushed himself to his feet.
The jagged edges of the meteor's fiery aftermath glowed faintly, casting an ominous light over the battlefield.
Dust and debris lingered in the air, mingling with the thick tension.
After all... it was only Aphex and Stark remaining now.
"You little..." Aphex's voice dripped with venom, his silver hair streaked with soot as his eyes burned with raw fury. "You still had tricks you never used?!"
Stark, standing at the edge of the crater, remained silent.
His body tensed as he kept his eyes locked on Aphex, gauging his movements.
Though his face was stoic, his mind raced, analyzing every possible angle.
Aphex was faster, stronger, and more experienced, but Stark had something the Apostle didn't—unpredictability.
And also [Flow], allowing Stark to see Aphex's movements before they even came.
The eight crescent-shaped blades hovering around Aphex glowed faintly with a bluish-white light, spinning slowly as if they were alive, waiting for a command.
"You've been surprising," Aphex admitted, brushing dust off his black armor, "but I've seen your type before. You have many tricks, but they're all shallow in the end."
He smirked, his hand swaying lazily. "Doesn't matter. You'll die before you even realize it."
"Perception," Stark whispered, the crimson vortex in his eyes spinning faster.
...
[Name: Aphex, Lord of the Moon, Godless Demon Apostle]
[Level: 600]
[HP: 22,622,017/25,000,000]
[Strength: 37,948]
[Stamina: 44,381]
[Speed: 41,059]
[Defense: 38,982]
[Skills: Crescent Barrage, Lunar Shield, Gravity Flux, Moonlit Surge, Void Pierce, Lunar Genesis (Mythical), Spectral Crescents (Mythical), Moonfall Eradication (Godly), Moonscourge Storm (Godly), Crescent Oblivion (Godly), Eclipse Dominion (Godly), Lunar Cataclysm (Immortal), Moonlit Obliteration (Immortal)
...
"...Shit."
That thing had just too many powerful skills, like seriously?
Two Mythical, four Godly and two Immortal skills, this was insane.
Aphex tilted his head, the crescent blades surrounding him picking up speed.
Each blade hummed with power, leaving trails of light as they rotated.
The Apostle moved his hand slightly, and two blades shot forward like lightning bolts.
"You're not even worthy of me using any of my real skills!"
But Stark saw it coming easily thanks to [Flow], the blades grazing past him and embedding into the ground.
The force of their impact sent sharp gusts of wind slicing through the air.
This time, the eight crescent blades didn't simply spiral—they fragmented, multiplying into countless shards of moonlight that swirled in a chaotic storm.
The air trembled as the shards honed in on Stark like a swarm of meteors, each one humming with lethal energy.
"Die!" Aphex roared, the ground cracking beneath him as he poured more power into the attack.
Stark's instincts screamed.
[Flow] painted the storm in slow motion, but the sheer number of blades made escape impossible.
"Not today," Stark growled, summoning [Asura's Arms] in a burst of crimson light.
Four massive, glowing arms erupted from his back—two from his shoulders, and two from below his natural arms.
Each arm radiated raw power, their fists crackling with crimson energy.
Aphex's crescent shards closed in, but Stark's new limbs moved faster than the eye could follow.
The Asura's Arms swatted the incoming shards like flies, shattering them mid-air in an explosive display of power.
Sparks flew, and the battlefield erupted in chaos.
Dust swirled around Stark, but he didn't let up.
He raised a hand, crimson energy pooling around him as he activated [Crimson Ball Barrage], and using his arms threw them all.
The ten crimson spheres materialized instantly, circling Aphex like vultures eyeing their prey.
"What is this?" Aphex snarled, his eyes narrowing as he tried to track the spheres.
But then, Stark snapped his fingers—and disappeared.
In a flash, Stark reappeared near one of the spheres, his Asura's Arms striking out simultaneously.
The force of the blow sent Aphex staggering, his black armor cracking under the impact.
-572,493!
Before Aphex could retaliate, Stark snapped his fingers again, teleporting to another sphere.
Another devastating punch landed, this time from behind.
-621,774!
"Enough!" Aphex growled, lashing out with a crescent blade, but Stark had already teleported to the next sphere.
The pattern continued, Stark appearing and disappearing in rapid succession, his attacks relentless and unpredictable.
Each teleport brought a new attack: punch, a kick, or a devastating aura-infused strike from one of his six arms.
Aphex's crescent blades struggled to keep up, whirling around him in a desperate attempt to block the onslaught.
SNAP!
He snapped his fingers.
FWISH!
And then teleported away right as Aphex was about to reach him.
BOOM!
Then, finally, he would hit the apostle.
-732,892!
At this pace, he would be able to deal with Aphex easily.