The Monarch-Chapter 622: The monarch[12]

"This is something I've learned over time," Kayden didn't go into much detail, but what he did began to spread among mortals and gods alike. It didn't take long for his name to resonate trillions of times.

"Who was this mage?""Where did someone like this come from?""How strong is he really?""Is he a god?"

Dozens of trillions of questions were asked in just a few seconds. Every mouth and every eye turned to Kayden, completely ignoring everything else in the arena. In the end, all the main mages were around him; the rest were mere extras.

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Kayden's actions were something entirely unique in the unfolding of the universe. Like Atlas and Han, they were things that had never been done before—not only in this universe but in any other. These three were truly special mages.

"I don't want to fight Atlas. He's not a challenge for me." Han looked at Kayden and spoke a single sentence.

It wasn't hard for anyone to understand what Han was implying. He wanted to fight his master—the first and only one to teach him—the mage of legends, the oldest monster this universe had knowledge of.

Of all the people present, the first to react was Atlas. He couldn't remember the last time he had been underestimated like this. He admitted that he had been in a difficult situation before, but at no point had he truly felt like he would lose. Unfortunately for him, his fight did not align with his thoughts.

"Your words are very bold," Atlas was not a mage who would take such an insult lightly. Without another word, he turned against Han and began attacking. In the blink of an eye, his soul extended across an insane region.

All the mages in that area were instantly killed, their souls crushed until the very end of their lives. None of the mages who had gathered around Kayden survived. Not even Matheus was able to do anything. In the end, Atlas's own brother was one of the mages who had grown the least throughout this period.

A false god was not a common entity—it was literally a mortal with the combat capabilities of a god. This was something completely insane, but also one of the races that needed the most time to develop, requiring at least dozens of trillions of years to reach their true potential.

Across an unfathomable expanse, only Atlas and Han remained—the only mages capable of fighting on this level. Han was already in his godly form without a moment's hesitation. Not only that, but a slash from his spear automatically shot toward Atlas, devastating everything in its path. The sight of two beings of this magnitude clashing again made the blood of the spectators boil.

The excitement of the moment made them forget the mage who had caused all of this—the one who had been the catalyst for the entire confrontation. Kayden stood calmly where it all began, merely watching the battle, completely unshaken. He looked like a ghost amid the event.

Nothing could touch Kayden's body. He had no mana barriers or any active protection, yet no attack or residual energy could reach him. Everything simply seemed to hit his body and vanish as if it had never existed. Entire planets were thrown toward him and simply disappeared in a mysterious manner.

Even the gods couldn't fully understand what was happening. The way Kayden was carrying out his actions was strange and inexplicable to most. Only a few gods at the very top could grasp it, but even then, it did not make them comfortable. What they saw was not something a mortal should be capable of.

In just a few seconds of battle between Han and Atlas, a massive portion of the arena had been destroyed. Kayden, however, was pondering something unrelated to the fight itself. He remembered clearly that there had once been gods in this universe—not only that, but they frequently fought among themselves. Of course, their battles were never to the death. Gods, after all, were rare beings to come into existence.

The gods of that era did not possess even half the strength that these two were demonstrating now. Being able to destroy a portion of the universe with every movement was not common, nor was it something Kayden had ever heard of. This raised questions in his mind.

Were the two before him superior to gods, or were the gods weaker than he had thought? Kayden wasn't sure, but he believed in a third possibility: the universe itself had become weaker. Consequently, this allowed mages within it to go far beyond what should have been possible in terms of manipulation capabilities. But he suspected other factors were involved as well.

The collision between Atlas and Han was a spectacle of absolute destruction. Each strike bent space, dismantled galaxies, and erased stars before their light could escape. Atlas's soul consumed everything in its path, while Han's spear tore through existence itself. The impact distorted time, creating fissures in the fabric of the universe.

The spectators were caught between ecstasy and terror. Even the supreme mages felt insignificant before this confrontation. The gods watched in silence, unable to look away. This was not just a battle—it was an event capable of reshaping reality itself.

The destruction spared nothing. In mere minutes, every mage in the arena had been eradicated, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure of the battle. Entire civilizations, scattered across the ten universes of the arena, were reduced to dust before they could even realize what was happening.

Not even the most powerful had time to react. No barrier was sufficient, no ability was strong enough. The mere existence of Atlas and Han in combat was a death sentence for all living beings around them.

Unlike the first fight, there was no hesitation on either side in this one. They were two fights of pure strength and technique. There were no probing attacks or anything like that. They were just attacks aimed at finishing the fight as quickly as possible, without any sympathy or middle ground.