The Author's POV

Ren's body… it was a complete mess. There were far too many distinct powers, and the demonic laws and Akashic laws were exhibiting signs of repulsion toward one another.

Ren was unfamiliar, yet familiar, with the Akashic Laws.

They… they were the laws that had been binding at this body for the past few centuries. He never wielded them before, but the moment he used them, it felt as though it was second nature to him.

Not to mention the golden runes and words that were circling around his body...

With just one look, it seemed as though he could decipher their meaning with just a look, and as he stared at his hands, which were coated in a white substance, he turned his attention back toward Waylan and pressed his palm forward.

Boom―!

"Futile."

Waylan dislodged the palm with a swift whack, causing it to splinter and fly off into the horizon. Following that, he launched a counterattack by pressing his own palm down.

A gigantic hand suddenly materialized above Ren's head and made an attempt to squish him from on high. Ren took a measured look at the situation before removing his sword from its sheath.

He merely pressed the tip of his sword up, and the palm came to rest directly above him.

WOOOONG―! From the intersection of the two forces, where they met in the middle, a tremendous wind erupted. It was powerful enough to push the two back a few meters in response.

Waylan's eyes shone.

'He's different from before.'

Waylan thought, regaining his footing.

The degree of control over the power that he displayed wasn't the same as the one he showed before. There was something completely different about him for some unexplained reason, and the manner in which he carried himself was even more unsettling.

"Are you really the same, Ren?"

The surprised Waylan asked.

The more he examined him, the more convinced he became that there was something peculiar about him. It appeared as though he was going up against a completely different entity than before.

But how was that possible?

"You give off a different feeling from before…"

Waylan squinted his eyes.

"I'm not sure what it is, but it now explains to me why you were so confident a little earlier. Was this power of yours what gave you the confidence to challenge me?"

Swoosh―!

A splintering occurred in the space around Ren, and an invisible shot toward his leg.

sudden attack, attempted to evade it but

through his leg, causing a massive

his leg, Ren showed no change in

even

suddenly erupted, covering his

he flapped his wings

a single

"Better."

the slashing attack. He then countered with a blow from his own fist, which caused the

'Dangerous.'

the sight of the

was hidden behind that punch was not something that he could take lightly at any point. He was able to sense that Waylan had packed a lot of

in front

Boom―!

a result of the impact, Ren rolled away like a ball

result of the blow. He had done this to prevent the punch from reaching

body, his

much weaker than

he didn't know very much about them at all. At this point, all he was

the current fight just as troublesome as the ones he

case, Waylan's fist did not appear to be a typical fist to him, based on what he was able to observe. It was endowed with the laws, and his control and influence over them were astounding, to

a very long time since Ren had perceived a threat from a person or entity that was not the Demon

Crack! Crack!

began to mend as a shadowy

because of all of the powers that his body possessed, if one had proper control

his wrist no more than a couple of seconds to return to its normal state, but by the time it did, Waylan had already

"Healed enough?"

the wind seemed to be tearing itself apart, and it left a trail of white in

there was a faint

Click―!

felt his sword make contact with it, as if he could sense

Ren's surprise, he felt his sword

'I missed?'

feeling—only Jezebeth

respond, Waylan aimed a kick toward

by a narrow margin as his body similarly twisted and an opening appeared. He tried to capitalize on the opportunity to launch his own attack and counterattack. Reaching down with his hand,

time, looking up, Ren's gaze fixed

That was his target.

Bang—!

hand was about to press the hilt of the sword, and after the kick hit his hand in just the right

after that and reappeared

fist with his free hand and

gigantic projection of a hand materialized right beneath where he was standing, and