Chapter 819 Genius


    Drogo''s apprehension about Leo being able to perform his signature move was not misced.


    Theoretically, it should have been impossible for any human to execute a technique like the [ck Sun], and for good reason, as the very moment one attempted topress the mes into a singr mass, the gravitational bacsh from thepression would be so overwhelming that it would tear a human body apart on the spot.


    Theoretically it should have been impossible for a human to perform the move, however, this was exactly where the true genius of Leo Skyshard shone through—because while any other human performing this move in his position would have hesitated, panicked, or failed once the bacsh on their bodies kicked in, Leo instinctively solved the issue without even needing to think about it too hard.


    It had been just as Drogo anticipated—


    The moment Leo beganpressing the mes, the bacsh hit him like a wrecking force, sending a sensation through his body so excruciating that it truly felt like he was being ripped in half.


    However, instead of recoiling in fear or abandoning the attempt, he found the solution within microseconds.


    The pain he felt at the moment wasn''t unfamiliar.


    It was eerily simr to the sensation of being torn apart when he trained in [de Switch], a technique that also strained his body to its absolute limits. And just like then, Leo reacted with the same battle-honed instincts—reinforcing his spine and muscles with mana, forcing mana to hold his body together, against the external forces trying to rip it apart.


    And by doing so, he didn''t just resist the pressure—he mastered it.


    As with the gravitational crush no longer threatening to split him apart, Leo pushed forward, condensing the move without faltering, without losing control, as he managed to achieve the impossible and stabilize the attack in his palms.


    It was an unconventional solution, something that had never been part of the original technique, something that most yers—most warriors—wouldn''t even think of on the fly.


    But Leo did.


    And in a way, this was the defining trait of his genius—not memorization, not technical skill, but the supreme confidence in his ability to solve problems in real-time, no matter how impossible they seemed.


    He had already solved the heat issue by crushing a me Protection Token, ensuring that he wouldn''t be burned alive while wielding these cursed mes.


    And now, he had solved the gravitational crush issue by reinforcing his body through sheer instinct and adaptability.


    This was what set him apart.


    His ability to w his way out of any difficult situation no matter how impossible it seemed, and his decisiveness in making battle decisions, and never second guessing himself.


    Leo was a mentality monster.


    He simply prodded through, because he never doubted himself or his ability to get the job done, whereas any other yer in his position would let the pressure get to them.


    "DUMPYY—, IT''S TIME TO WRAP IT UP BUDDY, I HAVE A PACKAGE THAT I HAVE TO RETURN TO THE SENDER" Leo screamed, as upon his instruction, Dumpy elerated the absorption of the ck Sun move in his palms, dissipating itpletely, before moving out of the way, giving Leo a clear shot at the opponents above.


    [Mirror World]


    As Leo unleashed [Mirror World], the battlefield distorted, the air rippling like a mirage as a hundred identical versions of himself spread across the war-torn arena, each one clutching a miniature ck Sun in their hands.


    From the ground, the scene was pure madness.


    Hundreds of spheres of destruction, each radiating crackling ck mes, blotted out the sky, their chaotic auras twisting the air around them like warping ss. The sheer number of Leos standing side by side, each poised for the final strike, was enough to send waves of terror through both human and demon spectators alike. @@novelbin@@


    The ground trembled beneath the weight of so much concentrated energy.


    The temperature spiked violently, and the battlefield was no longer a battlefield—it was a crucible.


    No one could tell which was real.


    And that made it even worse.


    Among the demons in the stands, some simply froze, unable to process what they were seeing, their minds refusing to acknowledge the possibility that a human could create such an impossible spectacle.


    Others copsed onto their knees, palms pressed together in a silent plea, whispering prayers to ancient gods who had long since abandoned them, their voices barely audible over the growing roar of the mes.


    Even the humans—who had spent thest few minutes cheering for Leo with unshakable faith—couldn''t help but feel a tinge of dread at what they were witnessing.


    "Is... is this really happening?"


    "How do you even fight against something like this?"


    "This isn''t just battle anymore—this is a massacre waiting to happen!"


    And yet, as the chaotic spectacle unfolded below, high above the battlefield, Drogo and Anos were experiencing something entirely different.


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    (Above the Battlefield – Anos & Drogo''s Perspective)


    Drogo''s golden eyes scanned the battlefield below, his mind racing, his heart pounding—not with fear, but with genuine frustration.


    This was a farce.


    A trick designed to overwhelm lesser minds.


    To themon man, to the weak-willed spectators below, this sight would be terrifying, their untrained eyes unable to distinguish between real devastation and mere deception.


    But Drogo was not amon man.


    He was the ck Dragon, the living embodiment of destruction, a being whose senses extended far beyond mere sight.


    And to him—this was nothing but a joke.


    His sharp pupils contracted, his mana perception ring, and instantly, the truth became clear as day.


    It didn''t matter that there were a hundred miniature ck Suns blotting out the sky.


    It didn''t matter that the battlefield looked like it was moments away from apocalyptic ruin.


    Because only one of those orbs carried the real heat.


    Only one of those mes twisted reality with its sheer mass and gravitational pull.


    Only one was real.


    And he could feel it.


    Drogo exhaled sharply, his wings twitching in irritation.


    "What a pointless illusion," he muttered, his voiceced with barely contained frustration.


    Anos, standing atop his back, remained silent, but the slight tension in his grip around Doomcaller, his legendary greatsword, betrayed his thoughts.


    ''He''s intimidating my people…. He''s ensuring that they remember his name and his might…. He''s ensuring I don''t walk out of this fight unscathed—'' Anos realized, as he hung his head in shame.


    "I''m sorry old friend, it seems like I picked a difficult task for you today—" Anos said, as he understood the sad truth.


    The sad truth, that even if Drogo could see through the deception, even if he could identify the real attack from the fakes, it did not change the problem at hand.


    The problem at hand was that, Leo''s powerful ck sun was stilling straight for them.


    And it wasing fast.


    The real ck Sun—the one carrying enough force to erase even a Demon King—had already beenunched.


    And there was no time for calctions.


    No time formands.


    No time for anything but reaction.


    As Drogo had to find a way to neutralize the attack, and somehow keep both of them alive.


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