Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 844: One Power Conquers All Techniques!

"Has my speed been completely suppressed...?"

Sterl's expression darkened slightly. He narrowed his perception circle, reducing it to a range with a ten-meter diameter.

Anything within this range slowed down in his perception, allowing him to predict the next moves in advance.

This level of perception had already touched upon the power of time itself, yet even so, Sterl still couldn't cope with the superluminal strikes that Monroe was unleashing.

The sheer extremity of Monroe's speed was simply unsolvable.

In fact, Sterl's own speed was far from slow. Under the power of the Star-Bone Body, his physical form could match the speed of light—such a speed that even time itself couldn't constrain him.

But when facing Monroe's full-speed eruption, even this was not enough to keep up.

Clang!

The golden sword emitted a sharp sound as it sliced through the space, and Sterl's vision was once again enveloped by countless sword lights.

When the sword light faded, his body was covered in thousands upon thousands of new wounds.

Not far away, Monroe's eyes glowed with golden light as he calmly stared at Sterl, his face devoid of any emotional fluctuation. His mind was focused on a single thought: to hold this terrifying monster back.

In reality, Monroe himself was under significant pressure. He had already merged the Secret Rune power of all the soldiers through the secret rune resonance, fully activating his own golden Secret Rune power.

Without the protection of the Secret Rune, the speed he had unleashed alone would have been enough to cause his body to collapse from the strain. Yet, even in this state, he had only managed to leave some insignificant wounds on Sterl. This was the greatest impact he could make.

It was important to note that in this state, even facing an entire Imperial army—comprising tens of millions of soldiers—Monroe would still have the confidence to break through.

But against Sterl, it felt like facing an endless, towering wall, keeping him under constant, overwhelming pressure.

After resting for a moment, Monroe once again raised his sword and charged. He moved swiftly around Sterl, launching another series of fierce attacks.

Sterl did his best to defend, but the wounds on his body were growing increasingly severe.

Although Monroe's attacks were not fatal, they were not to be ignored either. Even while fully defending, Sterl had sustained such injuries. If he continued to ignore the attacks, he would soon be critically wounded.

After all, even ants, when in large enough numbers, can devour an elephant.

Though Sterl was a thousand times stronger than an elephant, Monroe was no mere ant. He was one of the three titled Marshals of the Dream Spirit Empire, a powerful existence standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

"I can't keep going like this. His goal is not to defeat me; he's just trying to stall for time, waiting for reinforcements."

Monroe's intentions were no longer hidden from him. The current situation was clear—given the army Monroe commanded, it was only a matter of time before the Nightmare elites broke through.

As for killing him, that was an absurd thought.

In this situation, Monroe was willing to risk everything in battle, and that could only mean one thing.

Moreover, Sterl did not believe that the Dream Spirit Empire, which dominated the entire world, had only this much power at its disposal.

Once reinforcements arrived, he would face an overwhelming and terrifying assault. Especially considering the power he was currently demonstrating, the level of threat he posed within the Dream Spirit Empire was undoubtedly much greater than the War Demon ever was. Even if the full might of the empire came down on him, he wouldn't be surprised.

"So, I must end this quickly."

He kept thinking, various strategies forming in his mind.

"Heh, since you've chosen to suppress me with speed, then let me show you what true power is—One power conquers all techniques!"

Sterl hadn't forgotten his greatest strength—his power, a force even he feared!

Since his speed was being overwhelmed by Monroe, he would break everything with absolute strength!

Taking a deep breath, he inhaled a vast amount of air into his lungs, as if a tornado had engulfed it.

Then, gripping the Sword of the World, he raised it high like a massive hammer, and terrifying power began to wildly gather upon the heavy sword!

At that moment, Monroe, who had been relentlessly attacking, immediately halted. His eyes widened in horror as a sense of fatal danger surged within him. He couldn't focus on his attack any longer and swiftly retreated, pushing his speed to the limit, ready to dodge the coming strike.

In the next instant, Sterl's arm muscles bulged, and the Sword of the World came crashing down toward Monroe's position.

The sword strike wasn't slow; if the strength disparity was sufficient, one could even see the surrounding timeline slightly distort.

But there was a figure faster than Sterl's sword—Monroe, whose focus had reached its peak.

In an instant, he vanished from his original position, moving laterally for thousands of meters. He seemed like an anomaly in the light particles, creating a long streak of light that distorted the surrounding rays.

However, Monroe's calm and composed expression suddenly shifted. A bad premonition surged in his heart.

Boom!!

The heavy sword slammed down, and an indescribable terrifying force poured out from above.

An unprecedented shockwave rippled across a thousand-mile radius, with the Imperial Capital, several hundred miles away, erupting into countless formations and spells, desperately trying to counteract the terrifying aftermath.

As for the battlefield itself, a massive pit, several tens of thousands of meters in diameter, appeared. At the bottom of this pit, swirling sword energy and chaotic Spatial Turbulence could still be seen, eradicating any possibility of survival in its path.

Monroe was lying on the edge of the pit, surrounded by a faint golden light, resisting the continuous waves of impact. The golden sword in his hand had already shattered into countless fragments of light, dissipating into nothingness.

Cough, cough "What... what kind of power is this?"

Monroe was stunned. Even with his composure, he couldn't help but be momentarily dazed.

He had clearly dodged in advance, but the extent of the power's reach was simply overwhelming.

In an instant, a vast area of tens of thousands of meters was engulfed, triggering a massive spatial shockwave that led to the collapse of space within a ten-thousand-meter radius. Even light couldn't escape, consumed by the chaos.

Because of this, when the attack landed, he couldn't escape in time. All he could do was channel all his strength to resist.

Fortunately, he wasn't in the direct core of that power's destruction. Otherwise, whether he could withstand even a single strike would have been in question.

Struggling to stand, Monroe quickly formed a new sword of light and looked up at Sterl in the sky. His gaze was filled with both caution and complexity.

It was too barbaric, too crude. He had expected that his strength might not be enough to absolutely suppress his opponent, but he never imagined Sterl would respond to his speed in this way!

At that moment, something came to Monroe's mind, and he looked down, his expression freezing for a moment.

Around the massive pit created by the heavy sword, countless fragments of armor were scattered. Further away, he saw warriors writhing in pain, still barely alive.

In his secret rune resonance state, just a thought allowed him to understand the condition of his army. That single strike had taken the lives of at least one hundred thousand heavy-armored soldiers and Radiant heavy cavalry, leaving countless others wounded.

The situation on the battlefield had been violently shattered and torn apart!

As for the Nightmare warriors, they had clearly received word of the attack in advance and managed to avoid it.

Now, they were using this opportunity to launch an even fiercer assault on the gaps in the legion's defenses.

Upon seeing this, Monroe's heart twisted with pain. He immediately understood that his opponent's goal might not have been to crush him with sheer overwhelming power in an absolute range. Instead, it was more likely that the brute force method was aimed at smashing the Radiant Legion and forcing a breakout!

As for him... he had simply been caught in the attack's range by accident.

In the air, Sterl stood with his sword raised, looking down at the astonishing destruction he had caused. He nodded in satisfaction.

"Truly, this was a strike at only twenty percent of my full strength, and it was reinforced and sealed many times over, with prior adjustments made in the Land of All Beings. Otherwise, I would have been subjected to a backlash of power."

Sterl murmured to himself.

While under his sealed state, he could only exert about ten percent of his strength, but just now, he had slightly released some of his power, which was why the strike had such terrifying effects.

The results were unexpectedly good—not only had it severely wounded the Radiant Legion, but it had also successfully shattered Monroe's speed advantage.

What good is speed when my power is so immense that it can break the very space you exist in? No matter how fast you are, it's just a joke!

Any ultimate ability, without the balance to match it, is just a castle in the air. This, Sterl deeply understood.

At this moment, a golden light surged into his perception circle. It was Monroe, who had begun to recover somewhat from the impact of the heavy sword.

Though the power of the strike had left him in a weakened state, his speed still far surpassed Sterl's.

Now, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. It was unclear what arcane skill he had activated, but his strength had grown considerably stronger.

"No power is infinite," Monroe spat. "An overload like that must have cost you dearly. Now... how will you stop my attack? I will make you pay the painful price for everything you've done. Repent for your actions!"

Monroe's face twisted slightly, becoming more grim.

Even the strongest of hearts could waver under repeated blows, but his powerful will still kept him calm, and he was actively searching for Sterl's fatal weakness.

In his mind, the previous strike must have cost the War Demon a significant amount of energy. After such a heavy expenditure, it would be easier for him to expose his weaknesses.

So... this was an opportunity! A chance to severely wound or even kill the War Demon!