Chapter 1800: Fight!


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    Loki sighed.


    He really did not want to see Azief if he could help it. Because the stronger that Azief be, the harder it is for him to hide certain things.


    However, what shoulde, muste.


    Loki got up and he walk out from the café.


    By now, Azief is already near the café. He is only a few hundred meters away from the café. On a road that is filled with mist, on a small trail leading to the café


    And he is looking at Loki.


    He is just standing there but the world itself seems to shudder. Almost like he is a being who is not meant to walk the mortal realm.


    Above his head, the sky split opens, a jagged wound of light and shadow, and thews of heaven trembled in his wake, as though the gods themselves held their breath in his presence.


    The earth groaned under the weight of his power, trembling with the knowledge that life, death, and time all bent to his will.


    And in the silence that followed the storm, the God of Death waited.


    ...


    Loki walk with grace. He stroke across thend toward the figure of Death Monarch


    "He really looks like Death" he thought to himself.


    Azief is not yet the God of Death that Loki knows.


    But this method, this theatricality of appearing in front of people, it is quite simr to the God of Death.


    As he walk toward Azief, the mist which hung thick and suffocating around the ind, parted for him as though even the darkness hesitated to touch him.


    His long, dark hair caught in the asional gust of wind, flickering like tendrils of night itself, while his emerald-green eyes gleamed with a mischievous light that had not dimmed despite the weight of ages.


    Loki has changed his face again. Azief when he was gazing before toward the café, it broke his disguise.


    It is terrifying that Azief could now have such an effect without doing anything.


    He just looks at him and his disguise was quickly melted.


    So, he had to use another face.


    But he did not show at all that he is afraid. Instead, he is walking with casual movement, deceptively light for such a solemn meeting.


    Each step he took was precise, almost yful, as if he were walking on air, untethered by the heaviness of the moment.


    But only Azief and Loki knows what he is doing. He is dissipating the heavy air.


    Loki knows a Confounding Formation when he sees one. The mist lower one inhibition and pressure one mind and soul


    The ultimate goal is for the people inside the mist to speak the truth. The mist is not for the ind. It is not for the people of this ind


    It is for him.


    And he clearly could not allow that.


    In each of his step, there is also magic, a footwork that is connected to the earth veins.


    Using the earth veins, he is neutralizing the effect of the most around him., clearing his mind and lessening the pressure


    Azief could see it and sense what Loki is doing but he did not force it and allow Loki to use his step to connect the earth vein and weaken the effect of the mist.


    It was almost like he was amused....and even curious of what Loki would do.


    Loki however did not care much about the neglect of Death Monarch. If he wanted to neglect the attack, then he would use it to his advantage


    His smirk is there, never leaving his face, and as he walk, he eludes the properties of the mist, like a god of trickery that danced through tricks and chaos.


    But in Azief eyes, there is not one Loki.


    But two Loki is walking.


    Two be four, four be eight, eight be sixteen.


    Double, each time he takes a step.


    An illusion.


    Loki uses the mist that is conjured by him to create some kind of illusion.


    Mixing truth with false, changing reality.


    And when he is close to Azief, he walk normally.


    With purpose.


    His eyes is the same eye.


    But Azief could see behind that eye is a kind of weariness.


    The smirks betrays the eyes.


    Was it something that he felt or was it something that Loki wanted to disy towards him?


    Azief have no way of knowing this.


    The two are only three feet away from each other.


    It is close.


    But also, not close.


    To some people three feet is the ideal distance tounch an attack.


    But most people in the world, when facing Death Monarch, this three feet distance is like an uncrossable chasm.


    So close, yet infinitely far.


    Because three feet distance with Death Monarch is not a chance to attack Death Monarch but a death sentence to anyone who dares attack Death Monarch in this span of distance.


    You think you are fast, but other than Will, who is faster than Death Monarch?


    Even if you are faster than Death Monarch, could your attack pierce his tough skin? Could your


    attack hurt him?


    Even if you hurt him, could he not heal?


    Three feet distance with Death Monarch and you attack him?


    That means a death sentence.


    But Loki is now only three feet away from him.


    That three feet distance that is like an uncrossable chasm. And his eyes is shining with


    a dangerous light. Loki knows Azief could see it.


    And he did not hide it. Azief knows it but he allows Loki to reach this point without even


    trying to stop him.


    Loki will attack. And Azief already knows. These two did not exchange words at all but both


    seem to gauge each other intention.


    They are scheming people.


    Both Azief and Loki are schemers in the eyes of the world.


    Loki seems to be a born schemer.


    Since the first time he appeared in the world stage, everyone knows how deep the nning


    that Loki have and how dangerous his scheming is.


    Before you know it, you are already in the game


    Azief on the other hand took a different approach.


    He never was a schemer. Instead, he relies mostly on his strength.


    Luck.


    And courage.


    And he grew with each experience.


    And in the process of bing strong, he be smarter.


    And he became very good at scheming.


    He uses his strength to defeat other people weakness and always upies the advantageous


    positions.


    A born schmeer and a growth type schemer.


    Most of the time, their thoughts are hard to fathom. And they still need to talk to understand


    what other people is thinking.


    But now, they don''t have to talk or convey their intentions. Because what they are about to do


    is quite simple


    Fight!


    And this is the simplest thing to do. So, there is no need for words.


    A nce, a movement, is enough to convey this desire


    Swoosh!


    And suddenly as they were only a few feet from each other, Loki kicks the ground, he charges


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    A punch shot out!


    If anyone could see this battle, they would surely thought that Loki has truly reached a sublime method in shrinking space and time like it was nothing.


    Three feet of distance, one step and the distance between them vanished. It was like space


    itself contracts.


    Loki mmed his foot against the ground


    In that moment, the shockwave activated the Earth vein.


    The ground cracks in a thousand pieces before it disintegrated, leaving arge sinkhole, ten feet deep behind him.unching himself toward Azief, like a sh of lightning.


    His fist shot out,m wrapped with a green aura, the might of the world seems to converge on


    his fist, aiming for Azief chest.


    Azief eyes did not show any ripples. Like he expected it. Calm and cold as ever. He raised his


    hand.


    It was like the most natural thing to do. It is like time itself slow down as he raises his hand. And that fast whirlwind kind is blocked.


    He has this unshaken demeanour, his emotion is controlled to the max. It is like even if the


    heavens fall in front of him, he would still be this way


    But the force of that kick is not a joke


    BOOOM!


    CRACK!


    The sheer force of Loki blow sent Azief flying backward with breakneck speed. But he was


    flying backward like he is gliding through the air.


    The sound barrier immediately shattered as Azief body streaked across the sky, the ind shrinking behind him as he was hurled hundreds of miles away.


    His path tore through the clouds, parting the heavens in his wake before he finally came to a


    stop in mid-air, stillposed, with not a single wrinkle in his flowing ck robes.


    One could even see a bit of smirk on the corner of his mouth


    Loki did not stop


    A step, a thousand miles could be travelled, and now he appears again. Loki is already upon


    him, appearing like a blur of light to his left.


    There is no conversation with the, no screams. No shouts.


    Only cold and calcting attack. Each attack has the essence of the world embedded in each of


    their attacks.


    Thews of the world is mobilized and only these two could feel each other profoundness of


    attack.


    To those who could not see thesews, each fist and each kick might seem no different than


    the kick of normal people but to the people who could see it, they could see thews of the world around these two beings are in disarray.


    Forming and being destroyed at almost at the same time, summoning and dispersing. Newws are gathered each time they attack, newws are dispersed each time they summon


    newws to use.


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