Each blow landed like a meteor, sending shockwaves through Asher's body. He coughed up blood as he was forced on the defensive, dodging where he could, blocking where he had no choice. His instincts screamed at him—this was an opponent far beyond anything he had ever faced before.
But Asher wasn't done yet.
With a defiant grin, he activated [Phantom Veil], his illusionary ability. His body flickered, his form splitting into afterimages as he moved unpredictably. For a brief moment, the War God's attacks missed, his blows phasing through empty air. Seizing the opportunity, Asher lunged forward, his hands coated in the crimson glow of [Blood Requiem].
He struck.
A direct hit to the War God's chest.
The explosion of sanguine energy engulfed the arena, sending debris flying in all directions. The sheer impact cracked the ground beneath them. But before Asher could celebrate, a powerful hand emerged from the smoke, gripping his throat like an iron vice.
