The youth's stance seemed to have changed drastically as he gripped his sword.

A slender, pale silver sword light flew out from his blade as he slashed forward.

SWOOSH!

The sword light was as pale and bright as the moon, causing Amon to squint his eyes.

'Is this a sword art?' Amon thought astoundedly.

The moonlike sword light was extremely fast, even greater than the youth's movements.

Still, Amon didn't hesitate in the slightest as he moved his sword to counter the attack.

CLANG!

A resounding clang echoed through the quiet stage as both swords clashed.

"A low grade sword art?" the youth murmured under his breath, stunned by the swiftness of Amon's counter attack.

Still, his expression remained the same as he brandished his blade and took a light step forward.

The space around him seemed to bend to his force as he appeared a few meters away in the next instant, his blade already swinging down toward Amon with devastating force.

Sensing a terrifying might hidden within this attack, Amon's heart skipped a beat for an instant.

Despite that, Amon wasn't distracted as he immediately defended the sword.

The moment both swords clashed, the youth's moon silver sword glow seemed to become a snake-like creature.

It curled around Amon's sword with a slither and quickly latched onto his body.

Amon realized the gravity of the situation too late and despite retreating in time, he still felt a stinging sensation on his arm.

Amon looked down and realized a part of his chest and the clothes beneath had vanished.

Blood poured out from the slight gash as Amon stared at it.

His eyes turned bloodshot and rather than feeling intense pain, he felt a thrill surging through his body.

A strange energy subconsciously moved toward Amon's chest area where the injury was and started making changes to his body.

At first Amon only felt the stinging pain from the attack, but as time dragged on the pain lessened considerably.

'This.' Amon was speechless, but he didn't dare let his guard down around the star beast youth.

The youth stared at Amon for a few seconds before brandishing his blade and appearing in front of Amon in an instant.

However, the moment he appeared, snow drifted around and it seemed like winter had arrived early.

SWOOSH!

A strong blade cut through the air, causing the youth to immediately halt his attack and try to parry Amon's strike.

"His sword has grown fiercer and his attack speed has increased considerably!" the youth's eyes were filled with shock as he stared at Amon.

The exchange between them instantly became intense as they unleashed blow after blow.

The longer the battle dragged on, the more wildly the youth's heart beat.

"A… a battle freak!" the youth was alarmed upon noticing that Amon's speed, swiftness, and precision increased with each attack.

Recalling how Amon could barely keep up at first, the youth was terrified.

Now Amon wasn't just keeping up with him. He was forcing him to retreat!

He hastily retreated as snow drifted and strands of his hair flew up into the air.

Amon aimed for the youth's head only to be slightly disappointed.

Still, he didn't pause at all, using his movement art to close the gap between them.

Without hesitation, Amon appeared in front of the youth with his sword sweeping toward his head.

The youth's eyes widened slightly at the attack and he tried to dodge, only to realize he couldn't.

Amon's single sword attack had cut off all escape routes.

With a low roar, the youth could only struggle to defend the lightning-fast attack.

BANG!

He was sent flying into the air as he struggled to stabilize himself.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

In mid air, the youth swung his sword repeatedly, creating a rapid succession of sword lights.

The sword lights multiplied instantly and within seconds they surpassed twenty.

They moved at lightning speed and encircled Amon like they had a mind of their own.

Staring at the many sword lights, Amon's breath caught in his throat. He could feel the terrifying might each one radiated.

And the youth in mid air was still violently swinging his sword to create more.

Amon knew he couldn't be careless.

He tightened his grip on his sword as the youth finally gave the order for all the attacks to descend upon him.

Instantly, a pale blue flame surrounded Amon and before long the pale blue light solidified into ice.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Multiple sword lights embedded themselves into the sphere of ice that formed around Amon.

Many holes immediately pierced the ice, but none of the attacks managed to break through and reach him.

BOOM!

A resounding clash echoed and the ball of ice shattered.

Standing there was the youth with his sword in his grasp.

The moment he destroyed the ice, the moon silver sword lights he had formed instantly flew at lightning speed and surged toward Amon.

Seeing this, Amon's eyes widened, but his heart grew eerily calm.

"Sighs." Amon let out a faint breath as everything around him seemed to slow to a crawl.

"I've had enough fun." His voice was filled with sadness and it puzzled the youth a lot.

But before he could understand what was happening, a faint whisper spread through the surroundings.

"Heaven rendering sword art." The instant Amon finished speaking, an immaterial wave of aura spread outward.

A moment later, an incredible sword light shot from his blade.

The silvery sword lights flying around the place trembled and gradually lost their momentum in the face of a sword attack that could render the heavens helpless.

The youth's eyes widened in shock.

"What? What kind of attack is that?"

It was even more terrifying than the one he had faced all those years ago.

He raised his sword to block the attack only for the sword light to shatter his slender blade with a bang.

The next instant, the sword light continued toward him before—

SWISH!

A head with widened eyes flew up into the sky.

The eyes were filled with disbelief and shock as the youth's mind screamed violently.

In the last moments of his life he cursed Amon incessantly.

'If you had such strength why didn't you just use it from the start? What's the need to act weak early on?'

The star beast's heart was filled with grievance.

But how could he understand that Amon purely loved the thrill of fighting?

The excitement, the blood racing moments… Amon cherished it all and felt that only through these moments could he truly grow stronger rather than instantly overpowering an enemy.

That aside, there was another reason why Amon didn't use the heaven rendering sword art until the last moment.

After executing the attack, cracks spread throughout his body and blood sprayed out.

Amon felt his bones quake like they might shatter at any time.

Quickly, he activated his healing gift to stabilize himself.

'The cracks are far worse than the previous time.' Amon thought solemnly, confirming his suspicion about the attack's deadliness.

As he healed himself hastily, a bright golden light descended from the skies.

"The artifact!" Amon exclaimed, staring in the direction where the golden light landed.

There, he could faintly see the silhouette of something.

Amon hesitated briefly before walking toward the golden light, keeping his guard up in case anything went wrong.

After taking a few steps Amon finally reached the location of the light.

The sight that revealed itself to him was simply breathtaking.

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