Chapter 1804: Last Trial - 5
Chapter 1804: Last Trial - 5
Their fists collided.
The white-gold road trembled.
The dragon-scaled figure possessed terrifying physical strength, and when it punched, it carried the power of Max’s own draconic body, but it lacked the true foundation behind that body. It possessed an image of strength, not the will that had forged it through battle.
Max activated the Vein of Strength, poured force through his arm, and shattered the figure’s fist before kicking it backward.
The spatial figure appeared behind him at the same time.
Its hand struck toward the back of Max’s head through a folded space, but Max turned without looking. His body shifted by half a step, and Dragonheart swept backward, cutting through the spatial fold and forcing the figure out of hiding.
The Heavenly Luminance figure then released a golden chain of divine light, trying to bind his body and bloodline together, but Max’s own Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline stirred faintly in response, and the chain trembled as if it had met a superior authority.
Max did not use it to overpower the chain.
He simply slashed.
The chain broke.
Only then did the sword figure move.
It was silent.
Too silent.
The moment it attacked, even the other four Genesis figures seemed to dim around it. Its blade carried the imitation of Emotion Severing Path, and although it was only an imitation, the aura still caused the entire white-gold road to become cold and still.
The trial had copied the concept of severing emotion, intent, connection, and existence, and among all the figures before him, this was the only one that made Max’s eyes sharpen with genuine seriousness.
Their swords met.
No explosion appeared.
No loud sound rang out.
Only a thin invisible ripple spread across the road, and several nearby cubic mirrors split apart in silence.
Max looked at the sword figure before him.
The sword figure looked back without emotion.
For several breaths, they clashed silently. Each slash was simple, clean, and terrifying. The figure tried to sever Max’s anger, but Max’s anger had already become part of his resolve. It tried to sever his killing intent, but Max’s killing intent did not need to roar to exist.
It tried to sever his connection to Dragonheart, but Dragonheart hummed in his hand as if answering him. It tried to sever his path from his heart, but that was where it failed completely.
Max stepped forward.
"You can copy the aura," he said calmly. "But you cannot copy why I walk this path."
Dragonheart descended.
The sword figure raised its blade to block, but Max’s Emotion Severing Path awakened fully.
The world became still.
The imitation severing aura around the Genesis figure was cut apart first. Then its sword split. Then its body split. The figure dissolved into white-gold light, and the moment it vanished, the other four figures froze as if the core of their coordination had been destroyed.
Max turned.
Divine King Punishment erupted once, destroying the lightning figure.
His golden-black dragon scales appeared, and one punch shattered the dragon-scaled figure.
His Dimensional Sovereign Body locked onto the real body of the spatial figure, and Dragonheart pierced through it before it could escape.
The Heavenly Luminance figure tried to retreat into a golden sun, but Max’s superior bloodline pressure descended, making its light tremble long enough for his sword to cut it in half.
All five figures vanished.
The white-gold road shook violently, then began to break apart into countless glowing cubes.
[Path Manifestation Assessment Completed.]
[Participant Max Morgan Has Passed.]
[Path Strength: Exceptional.]
[Path Stability: Exceptional.]
[Path Potential: Unknown.]
[Warning: Participant Possesses Multiple High-Level Foundations.]
[Genesis Throne Recognition Increased.]
Max looked at the final prompt, but before he could think further, the white-gold road beneath him rose sharply. The separate paths of the other participants appeared in the distance. Tamara was breaking through a battlefield of Genesis soldiers with her spear raised high. Varkhon was roaring as he crushed a demonic mountain of pressure with his fists.
Revona’s Void Origin Eyes were erasing layers of void mirrors one by one. Ervin was walking through a path of abyssal darkness, his spear cutting forward with frightening calm.
One by one, they reached the final convergence.
Max arrived first.
The platform at the top was vast and circular, floating directly beneath the Genesis Throne. The throne itself hovered above a staircase of colorless light, and the pressure descending from it was so terrifying that even Max felt his body sink slightly when he stepped onto the final platform.
A few breaths later, Ervin appeared, his black robe slightly torn but his expression still calm. Revona arrived after him, her eyes deeper than before. Tamara came next, her war intent compressed to the extreme. Varkhon arrived last, laughing despite the blood at the corner of his mouth.
All five stood beneath the Genesis Throne.
Then the final prompt appeared.
[Final Stage: Genesis Throne Recognition.]
[Only One Participant May Stand Before The Genesis Throne.]
[Participants May Challenge One Another.]
[Participants May Withdraw From The Final Throne Contest And Preserve Current Assessment.]
[Warning: Defeat At This Stage May Reduce Final Genesis Mark Reward.]
The moment the prompt appeared, the atmosphere changed.
Varkhon looked at the throne, then at the others. His eyes burned with desire, but after a few breaths, he clicked his tongue. "I know when a fight is worth taking and when it is just asking to be crushed. I am not beating all of you here."
Tamara glanced at him. "That is surprisingly honest."
Varkhon grinned. "I am violent, not stupid."
Tamara looked toward the throne for a long moment, then slowly lowered her spear. "My path is war. This throne does not call to me strongly enough to risk everything here. I withdraw."
[Participant Tamara Has Withdrawn From The Final Throne Contest.]
Revona’s Void Origin Eyes remained fixed on the Genesis Throne. Her gaze seemed to pierce into some hidden layer, but after a while, she also stepped back. "This place is valuable, but not worth forcing beyond my current foundation."
[Participant Revona Has Withdrawn From The Final Throne Contest.]
Only Max and Ervin remained.
The two looked at each other.
Ervin’s abyss-like aura stirred faintly, and for the first time, the depth around him rose enough for everyone to feel a chill. It was vast, silent, and bottomless, as if the entire platform had been placed at the edge of an endless drop. His black spear rested in his hand, and his calm smile carried a rare seriousness.