Nameless King

Every progenitor had their own characteristics and unique abilities, not all the strongest ones were alike, in fact, they differed greatly, especially when they reached the upper limits of their strength.

A clear example was Liang, whose wind and sword skills were known to everyone, however, that was why most people knew about it. Liang's true and full strength was not even known to Nitra, though Constructs were some of the best informants. Unfortunately, some mysteries could not be solved because only one person knew the answer, and in Nitra's case, she had to fight Liang to experience all of his stages for herself.

Whether it was the sword, his Spirit, his insane physical power, or the still incomprehensible Liang's Form, Nitra didn't know about it all before the fight, and it became a serious threat to her.

To some extent, Gael was in the same situation. His power was more obvious and straightforward, he realized it himself, while Ereg had a certain progression he moved through during their fight.

"First black ghosts, then crimson phantoms, and now the purple one, but what to call it? Maybe demon?" Liang muttered with a curious expression.

"Hah, does it matter?" Alucard smirked, "Only one thing matters, the power of that silhouette or shadow and we both realize it's something impressive."

Making Liang's and Alucard's bodies instinctively flinch like before a deadly battle was a very difficult task. There were only a few beings in this world that could make them act in complete seriousness, and now Ereg was one of them.

Whoooooooooooooooosh.

Ereg stepped forward, in a heartbeat, disappearing like a shadow. Gael blinked, only to see Ereg standing right in front of him with his fist raised to attack.

'That was fast! Even too fast!" Gael exclaimed internally before raising his sword, about to block the attack.

'Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Purple energy waves spread around, from the point of his fist hitting the long sword blade.

Gael's hands trembled slightly since he wasn't prepared for Ereg would hit him with such superior force.

'Damn! That's not good at all!" Gael inwardly exclaimed, trying to cope with the pressure, but it was too late as Ereg put more force into the blow than Gael could withstand.

The powerful momentum from the impact threw Gael dozens of meters back, causing him to spin in the air and quickly approach the edge of the Colosseum.

Osvald's eyes went wide, "Damn if he collides with the colosseum now, it's sure to hurt like hell."

"Yeah... I'd like to see that happen though." Marlis uttered with a slight smile on her face.

Sven gave her a questioning look, "Now do you want Ereg to win?"

Marlis shrugged and said, "Not at all. I don't care which of these two wins, I just want to see everything they can do, as well as the strength of this Colosseum. Five hundred years have passed since then, and I've never been here. Honestly, it's a little disappointing that we missed something like this."

"Well, you're not the only one." Wain smirked, "However, I doubt you'll be able to see the strength of the walls of the colosseum now."

"Hmm?" Marlis raised an eyebrow.

Whooooooosh.

At the same moment, Gael abruptly turned to spin and thrust his sword into the ground, effortlessly cutting through the sturdy granite that the light blade had previously withstood, without a scratch.

Given the strength of the granite and the fact that Gael stabbed the sword in, with the blunt part of the blade glancing off, it stopped instantly, right at the point where he did so.

"Phew, that was pretty good. For a moment I was even worried that my sword might not be able to take it, but that's hardly likely." Gael muttered with a slight sigh before raising his head.

Ereg was still standing in the same place, while the four-armed ghost behind him gradually became less and less visible, seeming to merge with his master.

Gael blinked and to his surprise Ereg disappeared, in his field of vision, there was only the arena and the crimson walls of the Colosseum in the distance.

"What...?" Gael muttered in confusion when at the very bottom of his vision, appeared a purple flame or crushing energy, so dense that it was visible by mere sight.

Crackle.

Ereg's fist collapsed into Gael's stomach, bottom-up like a steel hammer smashing through his iron abs and multiple layers of dense muscle. 

"Argh!" Gael's eyes went wide as he spat out a clot of blood, while waves of bright and clear pain ran through his body.

"Hah, my friend, it seems you're not keeping up with my movements! You need to do something about this right away!" Ereg exclaimed with an excited expression, abruptly turning his wrist and along with it, his entire fist.

Such an insignificant movement could not cause any serious consequences, however, this was only true for those who did not possess the strength to do so.

In Ereg's case, it was quite different. Considering how powerful his initial punch was, this movement created a wind vortex, further increasing the speed and twisting Gael's skin into a vortex.

Whooooooooooooooooosh.

The impact, threw Gael upwards dozens of meters, causing him to fly past the scarlet lights that seemed to purposely avoid meeting him, flying apart.

"Ouch... That looks painful..." Nila said as she wrinkled her nose slightly. She wanted Ereg to win, but she had a lot of respect for Gael. After all, he was one of the strongest beings in the history of this world, and Nila like any Beastfolk respected the strong.

"Yeah, it seems like it. Honestly, I thought that when Ereg used phantoms that was kind of his trump card." Alucard said with a slight nod. 

"You've changed your mind too, haven't you?" Liang asked, casting a glance at him.

Alucard nodded, "Crimson phantoms or ghosts... yes, ghosts. They gave them a significant enhancement that surpassed Gael in strength. However, this happened because his clones absorbed Gael's energy to then use it against him. This can obviously be considered a trump card, so I expected the next ghost to be less powerful, but I was seriously mistaken."

"Hah, you're right about that. The purple one has already managed to impress me, but that's not the limit yet, right?" Liang smirked, enjoying the fight and the fact that Gael was once again in a tough situation.

"Sure." Alucard smiled slyly, "Besides the big scars Gael has a few more impressive ones as well as the Form. I'm sure Ereg has in his arsenal of techniques with which he can counter Gael to such a reinforcement."

The air currents tried to stop Gael, but Ereg's punch was so powerful that very soon Gael reached the upper level of the colosseum. A few more meters and the height Ereg had thrown him to would have surpassed the peaks of the colosseum.

"Ereg... You overestimate yourself. These blows are strong, but there's no way they can break me!" Gael exclaimed, before swinging his sword several times.

In a heartbeat, several ash blades appeared, massive and sharp, cutting through everything in their path.

Five blades, capable of cutting a dragon apart, were moving at breakneck speed straight toward Ereg, who stood still with a confident smirk on his face.

"Well, well, decided to go straight to the ash? I thought you were going to try to deal with me with energy first. Either way, it won't do you any good." Ereg uttered before the purple ghost behind him completely disappeared.

The rune in his eye shone brightly as most of the energy headed toward his tightly clenched fist.

Purple streams of energy completely enveloped his hand before he attacked, throwing his fist upwards.

At the same moment, all the energy rushed out in one movement.

A massive stream of purple energy rushed upwards like a ray, in no time destroying all the ash blades and quickly reaching its only target - Gael.

"What...? How...?" Gael's eyes went wide in disbelief, looking at the particles of ash as the only thing left of the blades he had just created.

Gael wasn't the only one who was stunned, Alucard and Liang also had dazed expressions, however, no onlooker could have expected that from Ereg.

Whoooooooooooosh.

The stream of energy shrank dramatically, becoming the size of a normal fist before unleashing its full power directly at Gael's stomach.

This attack was several times stronger than the previous one, throwing Gael even higher - almost to the level of the clouds and definitely higher than the mountains.

Everyone was watching Gael closely, expecting him to do something, however, he was spending all his strength to cope with the pressure felt from the energy attack.

Ereg smirked, "That's not all. I won't let you fall on your own. I'll help you!"

Then, Ereg's silhouette disappeared as his shadow appeared above one of the clouds, quickly approaching Gael, who was in shock.

Ereg wasn't going to leave any chance to his opponent, he was intent on winning another round!