The room fell silent as Han stepped forward, his dark blue aura commanding respect. "Silence!" he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "You guys are fighting over petty issues. We have a bigger issue to deal with in the universe Glacier, where Gunhee refuses to give up the Galaxy."
Dokja's expression turned skeptical. "Why should we bother with your Demi-god matters?" he said, his tone laced with disdain. "Not Demi-god," Dokja corrected, "Semi-Demi-god."
King Rousewell, the ruler of Planet Cluster- in the Universe of Arcadia, stood up, his voice filled with concern. "Dokja, it's enough. This does concern us. Without an active Demi-god in a realm, there'll be chaos." Gunhee nodded in agreement. "You're right, Rousewell."
Gunhee walked over to the high throne of sect leaders, sitting down beside the other two sect leaders. Dokja sat to his left, while Han took his place to his right. "Let's settle this with a duel," Gunhee suggested, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Don't you think?" he asked the table of kings and governors.
The kings and governors murmured among themselves before agreeing to the duel between Han and Gunhee over the rights to the Galaxy in the universe Glacier. Dokja's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Muhan. "By the way, Han, is that who I think it is?" he asked, pointing at Muhan.
Han's expression turned guarded. "Yeah, that's him. He's been away for quite too long because… your former sect leaders tried to annihilate him since he was born an extraordinary level 9 infant." Dokja's eyes widened slightly, and he exchanged a glance with Gunhee.
Gunhee's voice was friendly, but his eyes betrayed a hint of tension. "Well, let's not think about the horrible past." Dokja nodded in agreement, his eyes drifting over to Mi-cha. "That's your girl, right, Gunhee?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Gunhee's expression softened. "Yeah, that's her. Mi-cha, my Divine Prodigy." Dokja's eyes lingered on Mi-cha before he asked, "Why are they close to each other?" Gunhee's response was calm. "They're a couple. The reason we let them be is because it'll signal a peaceful co-existence between the Jonjae and the Pjeonjaeham."
Han added, his voice firm, "That's right." Dokja's eyes widened in surprise. "But… but you guys… I thought you were rivals." Gunhee and Han's aura rose, their golden and blue energies tensing the atmosphere as they looked at Dokja with an intense gaze.
"Got a problem with that?" they said in unison, their voices low and menacing. Dokja's face paled slightly as he replied swiftly, "No… why will I have a problem with that?" Gunhee's eyes narrowed, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Now, Han, let's prepare for our duel!"
Han's face lit up with a fierce grin. "Yeah, just like old times!" The air was electric with tension as the two sect leaders prepared to clash in a battle that would determine the fate of the Galaxy in the universe Glacier.
The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of tension as Han and Gunhee faced off in a cubic-like transparent barrier, created by Dokja. "Begin" Dokja said, signaling them to start from outside of the barrier. His fiery hair covered one eye as he stood outside the barrier, his gaze fixed intently on the two sect leaders.
The kings and governors sat in the spectator stands, watching the duel with great interest. The duel was held in the sparring grounds of Avalon estate, with Mi-cha, Muhan, Iseul, and Chae-min sitting in the spectator stands, their eyes fixed on the action unfolding before them.
"Last Galaxy to go, hope I don't lose" Han said, his voice low and determined, as he charged towards Gunhee at a speed that seemed incalculable. Gunhee charged back at the same pace, his movements lightning-fast.
King Rousewell's eyes widened in awe as he struggled to keep up with their movements. "I can't keep up with their movements, I can't see them," he exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder.
Mi-cha turned to Muhan, her silky raven-black hair tilting to the side as she asked, "Muhan?" Muhan, sitting in the row higher than hers, replied, "Yeah?" His expression was confused and charming as his eyes kept trying to keep up with the movements of his father and Gunhee.
"Can you keep up with their movements?" Mi-cha asked, her expression curious. Muhan replied, "No, I can't," still continuing to watch the duel with rapt attention.
To Han and Gunhee, time seemed to halt, as they exchanged blows that appeared to be pulled, each sect leader holding back their punches. Han unleashed his Ether skill, "Ether's Eyes!", his iris glowing blue as he observed every movement Gunhee made. His reaction speed increased exponentially, allowing him to dodge and counter Gunhee's attacks with ease.
Gunhee, noticing how Han seemed to anticipate his every move, activated his skill "Third Eye". An artificial golden bright eye created by the system appeared on his forehead, making Han seem slower to him. Gunhee's fighting concentration increased, and he landed a punch to Han's stomach, sending him flying up and crashing into the cubic barrier's upper wall.
Han landed on the upward barrier wall, balancing himself using his legs. He used his ether energy to form two katanas, each one glowing bright blue as he used the skill "Swift Strike". Before Gunhee could react, Han closed the distance between them and used the back of his katana to hit Gunhee's head, sending him crashing into the side wall of the cubic barrier.
Gunhee reacted calmly, forming blades on each hand using divine energy. He stood up steadily, his voice steady and calm as he used the skill "Cosmic Dimensional Slash". The air seemed to distort and ripple as Gunhee's blades sliced through the space, creating a massive shockwave that threatened to shatter the cubic barrier.
The air seemed to ripple as Han's energy surged, creating a pocket dimension that enveloped him and Gunhee. From the spectators' point of view, they vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint memory of their presence. The pocket dimension was vast, with a boundless expanse of empty space and ether, stars stretching as far as the eye could see. It was a testament to Han's incredible power.
Gunhee's aura burst forth in a golden glow, radiating an otherworldly energy. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "So that's how strong you've gotten?" he asked, his voice filled with admiration.
Han smirked, his chiseled face set in a confident expression. His blue aura remained calm, but multiple large fireballs, each as huge as a dwarf star, began to form above him. The fireballs were infused with lightning, and they pulsed with an intense energy. As Han spoke the word "-BREATHE-", the fireballs launched towards Gunhee at an acceleration that surpassed light movements, leaving trails of lightning in their wake.
Gunhee dodged the fireballs with ease, his movements leaving behind after-images in his path. His agility was incredible, and he seemed to be toying with Han's attack. But Gunhee was not one to be underestimated, and he quickly countered with a powerful attack of his own.
With a smooth motion, Gunhee drew his hand back, as if drawing a bow and arrow. Suddenly, his divine energy manifested as lightning, shaping into a bow and arrow in his hands. As he spoke the word "-RELEASE-", the lightning spear accelerated towards Han, shaking the very fabric of the pocket dimension.
The spear moved at an infinite velocity, removing the color and contrast from the pocket dimension. The air seemed to distort and ripple, as if reality itself was being torn apart by the spear's passage. Han's eyes narrowed, his expression set in a determined gaze. He was ready to counter Gunhee's attack, and the outcome of the duel hung in the balance.