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.

by the sudden attack, attempted to evade

The blow went all the way through his leg, causing

his leg, Ren showed no

even

into Ren's eyes, and the demonic energy that had been building up inside of his body suddenly erupted, covering his entire leg and erupting from his body in

wound was covered, he flapped his

a single

"Better."

a blow from his own fist, which caused the air around it

'Dangerous.'

sight of

any point. He was able to sense that Waylan had packed a lot of power into that seemingly simple fist aimed directly

his arms in front of

Boom―!

as though an explosion had occurred. As a result of the impact, Ren rolled away like a ball and flew for several hundred meters in the

wrists were severely trembling as a result of the blow. He had done this to prevent the punch from reaching his main body, and while he did indeed

in his body, his

not that much weaker than

faced off against a Protector before, and he didn't know very much about them at all. At

current fight just as troublesome as the ones

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

Ren had perceived a threat from a person or

Crack! Crack!

to mend as a shadowy glow

Ren's body was a chaotic mess because of all of the powers that his body possessed, if one had proper control over the powers within it, they'd be an

its normal state, but by the time it did, Waylan had already moved ahead of

"Healed enough?"

wind seemed to be tearing itself apart, and it left

there was a faint

Click―!

just before Ren felt his sword make contact with it, as if he could sense Ren's

surprise, he felt

'I missed?'

unfamiliar feeling—only Jezebeth had ever done this

respond, Waylan aimed a

by a narrow margin as his body similarly twisted and an opening appeared. He tried to capitalize on the opportunity to launch his

same time, looking up, Ren's gaze fixed on Waylan's

That was his target.

Bang—!

air and kicked down. It was right at the moment when Ren's hand was about to press the hilt of the sword, and after the kick hit his hand in just the right spot, Ren's hand redirected itself away from

that and reappeared a couple

fist with his free hand and

area around Ren began to warp. A gigantic projection of a hand materialized right beneath where he