Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

366  [Wedding By Blood] [18] [Rangar Vs Samyaza]

"Come at me."

They both closed the distance in less than a blink, going all out.

And—.

The space between them collapsed.

Their fists collided, sending a shockwave that reverberated throughout the city.

Another blink.

The entire city turned silent, only the sound of silver bells echoed within the city.

BOOM!!?

A thunderous roar echoed outside the city as both beings collided once again.

Samyaza grinned as he looked at Ragnar holding his fist with his palm.

Just before his attack touched him, Ragnar used destiny to lower his rank for only a split second.

Just enough to suppress his strength to a bearable level.

"Why are you afraid!?"

Samyaza yelled as his body blurred.

Ragnar raised his hand, blocking the kick aimed at his head effortlessly.

"Is destiny the only thing you can use?"

Ragnar grabbed onto his leg as he threw him away.

Samyaza's wings balanced him midway as he looked up at Ragnar.

A small smile crept on his face as he snapped his fingers.

An explosive sound echoed, and suddenly—everything stopped.

Birds hung frozen in the sky.

Dust particles hovered like glitter.

Even the wind died mid-whistle.

A part of Elohim's divinity that Ragnar can forcefully use.

Turning reality into a beautiful painting.

Even in such conditions, after a second Samyaza moved like nothing happened.

It wasn't hard for him to counter it, and Ragnar didn't like it one bit.

Without warning, the air around Ragnar thickened.

Samyaza's free hand clenched, and suddenly, gravity itself became a weapon.

Ragnar's knees almost buckled as the weight of a mountain crushed his shoulders.

Cracks spiderwebbed through the street beneath him.

The ominous marking on his forehead glowed softly.

The destiny changed.

The gravity returned to normal, but Samyaza had already moved.

Samyaza snapped his fingers, and the air rippled.

Six clones became sixty, each a reflection of Samyaza from alternate realities.

One wielded a blade of crystallized entropy, another a whip of screaming souls.

A third hurled black daggers.

Ragnar looked at them calmly.

His entire eye turned black.

His eyes traced the strings binding the clones to Samyaza's core.

With a flick of his wrist, he severed them—but the clones didn't vanish.

Instead, they multiplied, their laughter echoing.

"It can't save you from paradoxes, Ragnar," Samyaza's voice chorused from a thousand throats.

A clone swung a sword.

Ragnar moved to dodge—but blood dripped down his chest before the blade moved.

He staggered, touching the wound in his chest.

"How?"