The Extra's Rise-Chapter 824: Bet (3)

With the courtyard cleared of everyone except myself and Vorgath Ironmaw, I finally had the space to properly assess my opponent without worrying about collateral damage. The Axe King stood before me in all his terrifying glory—a giant of a man whose very presence radiated the kind of barely controlled violence that had made him one of the world’s most feared cult leaders.

His massive frame was wrapped in armor that looked like it had been forged from the bones of fallen gods, while scars crisscrossed every visible inch of his skin in patterns that spoke to decades of brutal combat. The axe in his hands was easily the size of a small building, its blade pulsing with malevolent energy while runes of destruction glowed along its edge like dying stars. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seraphim’s Embrace activated, sharpening my enhanced senses to perfect clarity. Through this combination of abilities, I could analyze Vorgath’s power structure with crystalline precision.

The realization was both expected and disappointing: Vorgath Ironmaw was significantly weaker than King Valen Ashbluff.

Several years ago, when I had made that desperate gamble to save Meilyn’s life, the Axe King had seemed like an insurmountable challenge—a force of nature that would require everything I could possibly develop to defeat. Now, with my senses revealing the true extent of his capabilities, I could see that he was strong but ultimately limited.

Vorgath was low Radiant-rank with decades of combat experience and a willingness to embrace destruction that removed most moral constraints. But Valen had been mid Radiant-rank with perfect technical mastery and the kind of desperate motivation that came from protecting everything he held dear. The difference was significant enough to fundamentally alter my approach to this confrontation.

"Are you going to stand there analyzing me all day, boy?" Vorgath snarled, his scarred features twisting into an expression of savage anticipation. "Or are we going to settle this properly?"

"Just making sure I understand what I’m dealing with," I replied calmly, allowing Lucent Harmony to synchronize my magical channels for optimal efficiency. "I wouldn’t want to accidentally end this too quickly."

The Axe King’s eyes narrowed at what he clearly interpreted as an insult, miasma beginning to coil around his massive frame like living shadow. "Arrogant little shit," he growled, raising his weapon with both hands. "Let’s see how confident you are when I’m wearing your entrails as jewelry!"

He launched himself forward with explosive force, his enhanced speed creating sonic booms that shattered what remained of the courtyard’s decorative elements. The axe came down in a devastating arc that carried enough power to split mountains, while his battle cry echoed across the fortress with the kind of primal fury that had broken the will of countless opponents.

I met his charge without flinching, Nyxthar rising to intercept the massive weapon with surgical precision. When the blades met, the impact sent shockwaves radiating outward that cracked the reinforced stone beneath our feet and made the fortress walls tremble with residual energy.

But unlike my battle with Valen, I didn’t need to activate every enhancement at my disposal. Mythic Body provided more than enough physical strength to match Vorgath’s capabilities, while my perfected technique allowed me to redirect his overwhelming force with minimal effort.

"What?" he gasped as his axe was deflected away from its intended target, his momentum carrying him past me while I remained perfectly balanced.

"You’re strong," I acknowledged, turning to face him as he recovered from the failed strike. "But strength without precision is just noise."

To demonstrate the point, I shifted into the First Movement of my Grade 6 art.

God Flash.

Nyxthar moved in a silver arc that seemed to bend space around its passage, the strike arriving at Vorgath’s position before he could properly register that I had moved. The legendary blade carved through his bone armor like it was made of paper, opening a shallow cut across his chest that would have been fatal if I had put more force behind the technique.

"Impossible," he snarled, staggering backward while dark blood seeped through the crack in his protection. "You’re not even Radiant-rank! How are you—"

God Flash: Absolute.

The enhanced version of my technique struck before he could finish the question, Nyxthar’s edge finding the gap in his defenses with mathematical precision. This time the cut was deeper, carving through layers of enhanced bone and corrupted flesh while the Axe King’s own momentum worked against his attempts to evade.

"Rankings are just numbers," I said, echoing my earlier words to Meilyn while preparing for the next exchange. "They don’t account for actual capability or refined technique."

Vorgath roared with frustrated rage as he realized that his reputation and raw power were insufficient against someone who had developed beyond conventional classification systems. Dark mana erupted around him in waves that made the very air seem to recoil, while his axe blazed with renewed intensity as he channeled everything he possessed into a devastating counterattack.

The weapon came at me in a whirlwind of destruction, each strike carrying enough force to level city blocks while his enhanced speed pushed his movements beyond what most observers could track. It was an impressive display of violence that would have overwhelmed the vast majority of opponents he had faced throughout his career.

But I had fought King Valen Ashbluff—a man whose technical mastery and desperate motivation had pushed me to the very limits of my capabilities. Compared to that life-or-death struggle against someone who possessed both superior power and perfect technique, Vorgath’s assault felt almost manageable.

I wove between his attacks with fluid grace, Nyxthar deflecting the strikes I couldn’t avoid while Soul Vision tracked every movement with perfect clarity. Where Valen had forced me to activate my Domain and use grey power, the Axe King’s assault required only my basic enhancement techniques.

"Hold still, you slippery bastard!" Vorgath bellowed, frustration bleeding through his savage demeanor as strike after strike failed to connect with anything more substantial than empty air.

"Why would I do that?" I asked conversationally, using the Second Movement of my Grade 6 art to demonstrate my point.

Hollow Eclipse.

The technique created a void-like cutting force that severed a section of his axe’s handle, the weapon suddenly becoming unbalanced as part of its structure was cleanly removed. Vorgath stared in shock at his suddenly damaged weapon, his mind struggling to process what had just occurred.

"What did you do to my axe?" he demanded, genuine alarm creeping into his voice for the first time since our confrontation began.

"Showed you the difference between raw power and refined technique," I replied, settling into position for what I already knew would be the final exchange of our battle.

The Axe King’s face contorted with desperate fury as he realized that everything he had built his reputation on was proving insufficient against an opponent who operated according to different rules entirely. With a roar that shook the very foundations of the fortress, he channeled every ounce of power he possessed into one last devastating assault.

Dark mana coalesced around his damaged weapon in layers that transformed it from a simple axe into something approaching a force of nature. The blade, despite being partially severed, blazed with malevolent energy while reality itself seemed to bend around its edge. This was the technique that had earned him his fearsome reputation—the attack that had broken armies and shattered the defenses of the strongest fortifications.

I watched the approaching devastation with calm analytical interest, noting through Soul Vision the way he had managed to compensate for his weapon’s damage through sheer force of will and accumulated power. It was impressive work that demonstrated why he had earned his position among the cult leaders, even if it ultimately fell short of what would be required to challenge me seriously.

As the enhanced axe reached the peak of its destructive potential, I shifted into the Third Movement of my Grade 6 art.

Stellar Cascade.

The technique manifested as a downward waterfall of cutting energy, each strike flowing into the next with perfect precision. Vorgath’s ultimate attack met my cascade head-on, the collision creating a brief moment where competing forces of annihilation struggled for dominance.

Then my technique overwhelmed his completely.

The cascade tore through his enhanced axe, his bone armor, and finally the man himself with surgical precision that left no room for survival or last-minute escapes. Vorgath Ironmaw—the Axe King, one of the five Cult Leaders, terror of the western frontier—fell before forces that operated beyond his ability to comprehend or resist.

His body collapsed to the cracked stone of the courtyard, the fearsome reputation that had taken decades to build extinguished in a matter of minutes by someone who hadn’t even needed to reveal the full extent of his capabilities.

I stood over his remains for a moment, feeling oddly melancholy about how anticlimactic the confrontation had proven to be. Eight years ago, this man had represented an impossible challenge—a goal so distant that reaching it seemed like pure fantasy. Now, with perspective granted by battles against beings who could reshape reality with their will alone, he felt almost... small.

"It’s finished," I said quietly, my words carrying across the courtyard to where Meilyn and her soldiers waited behind the fortress’s protective barriers.