Boom!

Dust and rubble scattered all around from the impact and the sheer strength Aaron used in throwing Maxwell, creating a cloud that obscured vision momentarily.

Boom!

General Maxwell quickly rolled away from harm's way, dodging a powerful stomp by Aaron that cracked the earth where he had been.

Regaining his footing with a grunt, Maxwell rose to his feet, staring at Aaron with unyielding seriousness, realizing the immense difficulty in bringing him down, sweat beading on his brow.

"Knight battle form. Third form, thunder flap and clap!"

General Maxwell utilized another of his knight forms, channeling deeper reserves of energy.

Like a speeding train unleashed, he boosted toward Aaron with random, erratic movements that defied prediction.

Even General Maxwell himself was unaware of his exact movement pattern, relying on just mere instincts honed from countless battles.

General Maxwell attacked from the back, exploiting what seemed like a blind spot for Aaron, his swords poised for a decisive strike.

But he was met with surprise. As if Aaron had a third eye behind his back, Aaron grappled his arm mid-swing, delivering a solid blow to the abdomen of General Maxwell, the punch landing with bone-jarring force.

The blow sent General Maxwell skittering across the ground like a pebble thrown onto a pond, dirt and gravel flying in his wake.

Stabbing his swords into the floor to halt the motion, General Maxwell regained his balance, the blades digging deep furrows.

After a second of resting to catch his breath, he made his move again, refusing to lie down in defeat, his warrior spirit unbroken.

He zigzagged around Aaron, his movements unpredictable and lightning-fast, designed to confuse and overwhelm.

But before Aaron, who possessed premonition through his time talent, it was all for naught, the future glimpses rendering the chaos readable.

Aaron ducked low, dodging a cleaving strike from General Maxwell with perfect timing, the blade whistling harmlessly overhead.

He delivered an uppercut squarely on General Maxwell's chin, sending him flying through the air, the impact snapping his head back.

Not letting General Maxwell go easily, Aaron held one of the feet of General Maxwell mid-flight, crashing him onto the ground with a thunderous slam.

"Urgh," General Maxwell groaned in pain, blood trickling from his mouth, staining his lips red.

"Are you calm now and willing to talk, or do you still need some beating?" Aaron asked, hoping his actions were enough to quench the thirst for battle in General Maxwell, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"I shall have no conversation with a bastard that took several lives," General Maxwell rose from the ground defiantly, supporting himself with his swords as he refused to listen to Aaron, his body aching but resolve intact.

"Alright then. If that's the reason for your actions, I can bring them back to life in just a moment. Perhaps we can have some talks after that?"

Aaron tried to reason with General Maxwell in order to gain his loyalty, his words carrying a hint of sincerity amid the chaos.

But General Maxwell proved more difficult than Aaron realized, his stubbornness like an unyielding wall.

"You might as well be a god if you can bring people from the dead," General Maxwell refused to believe Aaron's words, scoffing with disbelief.

"Then do you want me to show you the proof of my might?"

"I don't want to see your illusions. I will make sure to protect this empire as a general and knight. That's my only purpose."

"Knight battle form. Fourth form. Convergence of darkness."

The left sword of General Maxwell exploded with the element of darkness, threatening to swallow everything in its path in absolute, impenetrable void.

Then in an instant, it shrank, or better explained, converged to just the tip of the sword, concentrating its power into a pinpoint of oblivion.

Aaron stared at General Maxwell, beginning to feel frustration from the stubborn man in front of him, his patience wearing thin.

"Just be loyal for fuck's sake. It's you that will be gaining the benefit from it and not me," Aaron complained in his mind, beginning to lose his composure before the unyielding General Maxwell.

The urge to just kill the general grew stronger within Aaron by the minute from sheer annoyance, a dark impulse flickering in his eyes.

General Maxwell took deep breaths, trying to regain his concentration amid the pain, his chest rising and falling steadily.

Opening his eyes with renewed focus, General Maxwell attacked once more, his form a blur of motion.

He moved like a predator on the hunt, striking his left sword toward Aaron from up to down, the blade descending with overwhelming force.

The strength in his left arm was just as equal as the one in his right arm, as he was ambidextrous, allowing seamless versatility.

Aaron sidestepped gracefully, dodging the strike of General Maxwell, the sword whistling past him.

General Maxwell's sword struck the ground, tearing the very earth apart in a violent rupture, cracks spiderwebbing outward.

The attack didn't just tear the earth though, but it also consumed every bit of soil and stone it came in contact with completely, leaving voids of nothingness.

[Now that's some decent technique]

The system stood impressed by General Maxwell's attack, its digital voice carrying a note of admiration.

"Origin point," Aaron made use of his Primordial time talent to revert the earth to its original state, the ground mending seamlessly as time rewound locally.

[Do you really have to be that petty?]

The system was left speechless by Aaron's petty reaction to him complimenting the attack of General Maxwell, a hint of amusement in its tone.

"I'm not petty. Just need to show him more of my ability, and the hopelessness of his petty struggle,"

Aaron was slowly getting tired of the battle, slowly deciding to just go all out and crush General Maxwell in one fell swoop, his energy coiling like a spring.

[Then we can both agree he is a better fighter than you then]

The system teased, enjoying making fun of Aaron, its words poking at his pride.

"You wish." Aaron changed his mind, being indirectly challenged by his system sparking a fighting contest within him once more, reigniting his competitive spirit.

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Desirus watched the battle closely from afar, the balance of his kingdom resting heavily on the shoulders of General Maxwell, his eyes fixed on every clash.

It was not a hidden secret that General Maxwell was the strongest man within the nebula, having bested Desirus himself before during the turbulent time of the rebellion, a memory that still stung.

General Maxwell saw himself as the sole guardian of the empire, protecting and swearing loyalty to those that ruled with an ironclad code.

The funny twist of that was the reason Desirus survived in his clash against General Maxwell, the tides of fate turning in his favor.

With the generals and majority of those in power favoring Desirus as the king during the coup, General Maxwell was forced to pledge loyalty to Desirus, following his honorable but flawed code.

To General Maxwell, he was loyal to the throne and not the person himself, a distinction that defined his every action.

The reason he fought fiercely against the rebellion while the old king still remained in power, but stopped his opposition when he was deposed and Desirus proclaimed the new leader.

Knowing that, Desirus placed great hope in General Maxwell claiming victory, confident in General Maxwell's final form that had never been used on any opponent, a legendary ace kept in reserve.

The reason? No one within the entire Nebula had survived long enough till General Maxwell unleashed his final form, their graves a testament to his prowess.

"My lord and love. It's good to see you are safe," the soothing and enchanting voice of Lin Quo reached the ears of Desirus as she strode toward him gracefully, holding his hands affectionately, her touch warm and reassuring.

"Likewise. And I hope your toys are safe as well," Desirus replied, his voice softening slightly.

"Indeed, my lord. You don't have to worry. They are desperate to draw the blood of your enemy," she assured him, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Good." Desirus nodded his head, pleased with the news, his mind easing a fraction.

The toys of his wife, after all, as well as her mysterious background, were his final trump card should even General Maxwell fall, a hidden arsenal ready to be unleashed.

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