Chapter 475: One Sword to End It All
One Sword to End It All
Everyone’s expression changed.
Some went pale.
Others stared at the opened Heavenly Gate in horror.
They remembered.
They had seen this sword before.
Back then, Leon had relied on this very strike to kill Dario.
Its intensity climbed to another level.
Gareth’s eyes turned completely bloodshot.
The veins around his temples bulged.
His breathing became heavy.
The terrifying power of his D a r k B o d y was no longer being restrained.
He released everything.
Every ounce of strength.
Every trace of energy.
Every bit of killing intent he possessed.
The black mist churned around him violently.
His figure became increasingly difficult to see.
Only those blood-red eyes remained visible within the darkness.
Then Gareth suddenly laughed.
It wasn’t a laugh of amusement.
There was madness in it.
Defiance.
And the desperate pride of a man who would rather die than admit defeat.
"Come on!"
His roar shook the battlefield.
"I’ll kill you today, even if you’re an immortal descended from the heavens!"
The moment his voice fell, Gareth moved.
Boom!
His body shot upward.
𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
The force beneath his feet exploded, sending shattered rocks flying in every direction.
He tore straight through the blood mist.
The darkne s s wrapped around his body as he climbed higher and higher.
From a distance, his silhouette looked almost inhuman.
Like a blood-colored skull rising from the depths of hell.
His mouth opened wide.
The strange aura gathered around him with frightening speed.
Darkness from every direction began flowing toward his body.
It twisted.
It roared.
Then it disappeared into him.
Even the surrounding light seemed to dim.
Gareth gathered everything he had into that single attack.
There was no thought of retreat.
No attempt to defend himself.
No hesitation.
He had already thrown everything away.
At that moment, Gareth had only one thought left.
Fight.
Even if the heavens stood before him...
He would still swing his fist.
His mouth opened wide.
The strange aura around his body began to surge.
It was dark.
Heavy.
Almost alive.
The surrounding darkness seemed to twist toward him, as though it were being devoured by an invisible force. Black wisps poured into his body from every direction.
Gareth unleashed everything he had.
There was no thought of retreat.
No attempt to defend himself.
No hesitation.
He had already made his choice.
He wanted to prove that the Dark Body was truly invincible.
He wanted to crush Leon beneath his overwhelming strength.
More than anything, he wanted to destroy that calm expression on Leon’s face.
That expression had been irritating him from the very beginning.
It was as though nothing happening around him was worth taking seriously.
Under the Heavenly Gate, Leon remained completely expressionless.
His long black hair fluttered wildly behind him, stirred by the violent energy sweeping across the battlefield.
His purple eyes were still.
There was no fear in them.
No excitement.
Not even the slightest trace of nervousness.
They were as calm as a frozen lake.
The broken Supreme Demonic Sword rested in his hand.
Despite its damaged state, the sword still carried a terrifying presence.
Leon slowly raised it.
Then he brought it down.
Gently.
Simply.
There was no unnecessary movement.
No complicated technique.
No dazzling display of power.
Just one slash.
Yet the moment the blade descended, everything changed.
The heavens seemed to split open.
A terrifying sword intent erupted from the broken blade.
Sword energy swept downward like an endless river of destruction.
It tore through the void.
It tore through the darkness.
It tore through the thick blood mist surrounding Gareth.
The black aura that had covered the battlefield was ripped apart in an instant.
Then—
Boom!
A thunderous explosion shook the entire battlefield.
The sound rolled across the mountains like thunder from the heavens.
The ground trembled.
The mountains shook violently.
Cracks spread across the earth beneath their feet.
The blood mist surrounding Gareth was completely dispersed.
For one brief moment, the entire battlefield fell silent.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Even those who had been fighting moments ago instinctively stopped and turned toward the battlefield.
Their eyes widened.
They stared at the scene before them in disbelief.
The skull that had been floating within the pool of blood, constantly releasing that terrifying black aura, had been split cleanly in two.
The Dark Body had been broken.
Not after a prolonged battle.
Not after countless exchanges.
One sword.
One slash.
That was all it had taken.
The supposedly terrifying Dark Body had been cut apart by Leon’s sword.
"Pfft..."
Gareth suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His entire body trembled.
His face had lost all its previous arrogance.
The confidence in his eyes was gone.
What remained was disbelief.
He stared at Leon as though he could not understand what had just happened.
His lips moved slightly, but no words came out.
His body no longer obeyed him.
The strength that had supported him vanished.
His knees buckled.
Then his entire body suddenly fell.
He dropped from the sky like a broken star, completely stripped of its former brilliance.
The next instant—
Boom!
Gareth crashed ruthlessly into the bald mountain below.
The impact shook the entire battlefield.
A violent shockwave burst outward from the point of impact. Dust and shattered stone exploded into the air, swallowing the lower half of the mountain in a thick cloud.
The ground trembled.
Chunks of rock rolled down the slopes.
For several breaths, nobody spoke.
The entire battlefield seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
Then, from among the watching crowd, a terrified voice finally broke the silence.
"Patriarch..."
The disciples of the Sky Breaker Academy were completely flustered.
They had just witnessed their patriarch being defeated.
Some stared at Gareth’s broken figure among the shattered rocks. Others slowly raised their heads and looked toward the figure standing high above them.
The battle was already decided.
Yet somehow, none of them seemed willing to accept it.
They had believed Gareth was invincible.