After Ozwa's final explosion attack,
Everything in that room got destroyed.
The walls were shattered, the ground cracked open, and the air itself felt heavy from the aftermath of that overwhelming force. Dust and fragments of stone slowly fell, creating a suffocating silence that followed the chaos.
EMA got saved from that explosion by Ozwa's shield.
The faint remains of that shield still lingered around her, now fading away as if it had fulfilled its final purpose.
EMA now stood there, shocked and afraid, not knowing what to do.
Her body felt frozen. Her mind couldn't process everything that had just happened.
She thought everything was over.
Only she survived this chaos.
That thought echoed again and again in her mind.
But then suddenly—
Throne King stands up.
From the ruins, from the destruction, from what should have been the end, a figure slowly rose again.
But this time—
Half of the body had already been destroyed.
One side of the Throne King was gone, completely erased by Ozwa's final attack. The remaining part looked unstable, broken, yet still alive.
Throne King was now in his weakest state.
But even in that condition, his presence had not disappeared.
And if Throne King gets enough time—
Then Throne King is going to recover soon.
That terrifying reality struck EMA instantly.
EMA now has to defeat this final challenge.
There was no one else left. No help. No backup.
Only her.
EMA was afraid. She didn't know what to do.
Her hands trembled slightly. Her breathing became uneven.
She was reminding the king's presence and the chaos that happened.
Everything replayed in her mind.
The destruction.
The fear.
The overwhelming pressure.
She remembered what happened with Ozwa.
His final moments.
His sacrifice.
That memory alone made her chest tighten.
Then—
She remembers her past.
EMA was from a normal family. Neither poor nor rich.
Just a fine and happy family.
EMA had one little brother.
Her father and mother were also fine.
Nothing special. Nothing extraordinary.
Just a peaceful life.
One day, when EMA was little—
EMA's mother was working in the house.
She was washing clothes.
Then suddenly—
EMA came out.
"Mother, what are you doing?" EMA asked.
"I am washing clothes," EMA's mother replied.
"Oh, why do we have to wash clothes?" EMA asked.
"Because if we don't wash them, then they will be dirty," her mother said calmly.
"But why would clothes be dirty?" EMA asked again.
Her questions continued like that—
One after another.
Questions that didn't make sense.
Questions that had no end.
EMA was extremely talkative.
So talkative that even her own parents and brother sometimes became frustrated by her constant talking.
Another day—
She was asking the same kind of nonsense questions again.
And this time—
Her little brother got extremely frustrated.
"What is your problem in your brain?"
"Why do you always ask these types of stupid questions?"
"Does it make any sense?"
"You know nobody in our village likes you because of your stupid talkative nature."
Those words—
Cut deep into EMA's heart.
She didn't say anything back.
She just stood there.
But from that day—
Everything changed.
EMA couldn't look at people the same way anymore.
Whenever she tried to talk with others, those words echoed in her mind.
Her talkative nature…
Her "stupid questions"…
From that day, she couldn't communicate normally with anyone.
She feared talking.
She feared what others would think.
Her voice slowly disappeared.
Then one day—
EMA met a boy around her age.
That boy's name was Alan.
Alan was the type of person who didn't care about her nature.
He didn't judge her.
He didn't get annoyed.
EMA eventually joined Alan's group.
But even though Alan and his team didn't mind her talkative nature—
The fear inside her never disappeared.
She always held herself back.
She didn't talk much.
Even till now.
Now—
In the present—
EMA was standing in front of the Throne King.
Confused.
Afraid.
Lost.
But then—
A thought came to her mind.
If she doesn't do anything—
Then the king is going to kill all of her friends.
That one thought—
Changed everything.
So for that—
She decided to end this king.
For the last time.
EMA raised her hand.
She started with the Water Cannon Ritual.
A massive force of water rushed forward, striking the king and smashing him into the wall.
The entire room trembled again.
EMA didn't stop.
She covered the king completely with water.
The king tried to escape—
But failed.
Then EMA used another ritual.
She froze the water.
The water surrounding the king turned into ice instantly.
But the king screamed—
And the ice shattered apart.
EMA immediately used multiple Water Cannon Rituals.
Again and again.
Relentlessly.
The king was continuously pushed against the wall.
Not giving him a single moment.
Then—
EMA shaped multiple water spheres.
Those spheres slowly transformed—
Into giant sword shapes.
Floating in the air.
She then froze them—
Turning them into massive ice swords.
EMA stopped the Water Cannon Ritual.
For a moment—
Everything became still.
Then—
She threw all the giant ice swords at once.
They pierced through the king's remaining body.
Through his chest.
Through his limbs.
Through his face.
Completely destroying what was left.
It was powerful.
It was decisive.
Throne King—
Had been finally defeated.
EMA took a deep breath.
Her body felt extremely heavy.
After everything—
She was exhausted.
Using multiple rituals at once had drained all of her energy.
She thought—
Everything was over.
But then suddenly—
Something dark started to come out from the king's destroyed body.
It slowly moved…
Then dropped to the ground.
That darkness began to take shape.
Forming…
A body.
A complete figure.
It was the spirit of the Throne King.
Its presence alone felt overwhelming.
The body was around 13 feet tall.
The upper body looked like a muscular man.
The lower body resembled that of a horse.
Its skin was a mixture of purple and black.
In both of its hands—
It held two daggers.
Its head looked like a knight's helmet.
EMA looked at that figure—
And immediately realized—
This was the true form.
The spirit of the Throne King.
And now—
That spirit needed to be defeated.
EMA understood the reality instantly.
She could fight.
But there would be no result.
She would eventually lose.
There was no chance.
Her body trembled.
Her mind went blank.
She closed her eyes.
Waiting for her death.
The Throne King's spirit raised its blade—
And swung it toward EMA's neck.
But—
It got blocked.
A sharp metallic sound echoed.
The attack didn't land.
Before the spirit could react—
It was kicked away.
Sent flying across a long distance.
Crashing into the ruins.
EMA slowly opened her eyes.
In front of her—
Someone stood.
Holding a cleaver.
The one who blocked the attack.
The one who kicked the Throne King's spirit.
It was—
Leo.
Leo's injuries—every wound, every trace of damage—had completely recovered.
It was as if the battle he had just gone through had never happened.
He stood there, firm and unmoving.
"Where is Ozwa?" Leo asked, his voice calm, but his face was serious.
EMA's body trembled slightly as she looked at him.
"He died during fighting this opponent," EMA replied, still in shock.
Leo's gaze didn't change.
"So this spirit killed Ozwa, right?" he asked.
EMA shook her head slowly.
"He sacrificed himself to save us," she said.
For a brief moment—
Silence.
Then—
The King's spirit slowly turned its head…
And looked at Leo.
Leo's face was now covered with a dark fog.
His expression was filled with anger.
His eyes—glowing red.
"Do you want my help or not?" Leo asked.
Before EMA could respond—
The King's spirit suddenly attacked.
It swung both of its daggers toward Leo at high speed.
Leo didn't panic.
He simply bent his upper body backward—
Casually dodging the attack.
"Tell me yes or no," Leo said again.
EMA stood frozen.
Her mind was filled with fear.
She didn't know what to say.
Her lips trembled—
And then she started to cry.
"Please… help me," EMA requested.
Leo closed his eyes for a second.
"So I would consider it as yes," Leo said.
He then slowly looked toward the King's spirit.
His face turned even more serious.
His expression now clearly showed anger…
And rage.
His eyes continued to glow red.
Then suddenly—
From the wolf cleaver—
A yellow aura began to emerge.
It slowly spread…
Then rapidly expanded—
Covering Leo's entire body.
The aura didn't just stay around him.
It spread outward—
Filling the surroundings.
It was powerful.
It was trembling.
It was dominance itself.
The entire room began to shake.
The environment itself felt pressured under that presence.
The King's spirit moved forward.
It stepped closer to Leo—
Looking directly into his eyes.
Leo also looked into the spirit's eyes.
They were now facing each other.
Without hesitation—
Leo swung his cleaver.
The spirit dodged.
The spirit immediately countered—
Striking with both daggers.
Leo jumped upward—
Avoiding the attack.
Mid-air—
Leo swung multiple slashes.
Those slashes didn't just disappear.
They created multiple yellow energy slashes in the air.
The spirit dodged them—
Moving swiftly.
Then it rushed toward Leo.
It attacked again—
Swinging its daggers in a full 360-degree motion.
The spirit continued running and attacking.
Leo moved constantly—
Jumping, shifting—
Clashing his cleaver against the spirit's daggers.
Each collision created sharp, heavy sounds.
Suddenly—
Leo lowered his body.
Then—
He punched the spirit directly in the stomach.
Not with technique—
But with pure, raw strength.
The impact was massive.
The spirit was thrown backward—
Rushed into the wall.
Leo didn't stop.
He immediately rushed forward—
And stabbed his cleaver straight into the spirit's chest.
But—
The spirit reacted quickly.
It kicked Leo away—
Sending him flying backward.
The wolf cleaver remained stuck in the spirit's chest.
For a moment—
The spirit's movements slowed.
Its strength began to decrease.
It noticed.
So—
It forcefully pulled the cleaver out—
And threw it away.
Leo landed on the ground—
Then stood up again.
His yellow aura began to flow wildly.
Like something inside him had fully awakened.
The spirit stared at him.
"What type of power is this…" it muttered.
"This power… is something that comes from that wolf cleaver."
It continued analyzing.
"Tenzu has three power ways."
"First—Rituals."
"Second—Swordsmanship."
"Third—Weapon user."
"Weapon users usually don't follow specific skills or techniques like rituals or swordsmanship."
"They use their weapon's inner power… without relying on structured techniques."
"That means this wolf cleaver is the reason this boy has power."
"That is why his injuries got restored."
"But this wolf cleaver is not an ordinary weapon… it is something else."
The spirit finished speaking.
Leo didn't respond.
He simply got ready for battle again.
His aura continued expanding—
Almost covering the entire battlefield.
EMA looked at him in disbelief.
"This power… I've never seen it on Leo," EMA said. "He is on another level."
The spirit raised its hand—
And launched four energy balls toward Leo.
They moved fast.
But Leo—
Didn't even move his body much.
He casually shifted his hands—
Deflecting all four energy balls to the sides.
Then—
He moved.
Leo rushed toward the spirit.
His speed—
Exploded.
He became so fast—
That the spirit couldn't even see him clearly.
Then—
Leo attacked.
Punch after punch.
Relentless.
Raw strength.
Hundreds of hits—
Close to a thousand.
Each strike landed with heavy force.
The spirit endured—
But it didn't give up.
It started counterattacking—
Spamming dagger strikes continuously.
Those attacks—
Destroyed everything around them.
The already ruined room—
Collapsed even further.
Leo got hit multiple times.
Cuts opened across his body.
Blood began to flow.
He was bleeding everywhere.
So much—
That even EMA got affected by the impact of their clash.
Seeing EMA get hurt—
Leo's expression changed.
His anger deepened.
His aura intensified.
Leo raised his hand slightly—
And suddenly—
The wolf cleaver returned to his hand.
Like a magnet.
He gripped it tightly.
Then—
He looked at the spirit.
And spoke.
"Let me send you to the lowest point of hell."
The spirit stepped forward.
Both of them—
Ready.
Leo attacked first.
He swung his cleaver—
Again and again.
A storm of powerful slashes filled the battlefield.
The spirit responded—
Attacking with its daggers continuously.
Their weapons clashed—
Again and again.
They moved across the battlefield—
From one side to another.
Each clash—
Crushed everything around them.
Debris flew.
The ground shattered further.
But Leo—
Was more aggressive.
His speed—
His strength—
His attacks—
All were superior.
At one point—
Leo's continuous strikes became overwhelming.
The spirit couldn't keep up.
Its daggers—
Started to crack.
Then—
They broke.
Leo didn't stop.
He continued slashing—
Again and again—
Until the spirit dropped to its knees.
Leo stood there—
His wolf cleaver covered in blood.
Blood everywhere.
Leo himself—
Was also covered in blood.
He looked at the spirit.
His expression—
Terrifying.
"Want to go to hell now?" Leo asked.
The spirit glared back.
"You go to hell," it replied.
Then suddenly—
Leo's body reacted.
He vomited blood.
His body trembled.
Blood began to flow from everywhere—
His eyes.
His nose.
His mouth.
The spirit stood up again.
Its body began to recover instantly.
"You fool… you can't defeat me," the spirit said.
"It is bug poison. It will eventually kill you later."
The spirit turned—
And started walking toward EMA.
But then—
Something happened.
In an instant—
The spirit's entire body—
Was crushed.
Into countless micro pieces.
Before it could even react—
Its neck—
Was sliced into multiple fragments.
The scene froze.
Leo was in the air.
His eyes—
Pure white.
His body—
Covered in blood.
He stood there—
Calm.
Still.
Cold.
Leo could resist the poison—
After some time.
That was why—
He was able to execute that final move.
The spirit—
Had died.
Leo slowly fell—
Dropping to the ground.
His body couldn't hold anymore.
He fainted.
EMA rushed toward him.
"Leo…" she whispered.
There was no response.
Leo had already lost consciousness.
Inside his dream—
Leo found himself standing on a mountain.
The air was quiet.
Cold.
He looked around—
Confused.
"What is this place…" he muttered.
Then—
From the distance—
Something appeared.
A massive figure.
A giant wolf.
It slowly approached him.
And stopped—
Right in front of Leo.
Looking directly at him.