Chapter 250: Rokuhara Ren VS Batara Guru [III]
A fierce battle raged in the city of Cirebon.
Black smoke billowed high into the sky. Modern buildings that once stood tall were now reduced to rubble, leaving only twisted steel frameworks and heaps of concrete debris.
The asphalt streets were split, forming bottomless chasms, while power poles toppled like charred matchsticks. This was no natural disaster—it was a battlefield.
Amid the devastation, two figures clashed with an intensity that defied human comprehension. On one side stood Batara Guru, a god shrouded in an aura of majesty, wielding a Trishula radiating golden light.
On the other, with his brown hair fluttering, Ren gripped his Platinum Sword, its blade gleaming with pure brilliance.
*SWISH!*
A slash that seemed to miss Ren’s head suddenly felt like a crushing blow to his back. He was hurled forward, water splashing where he landed.
"Did you feel that, Campione?" Batara Guru taunted, his voice resonating with countless layers, as if thousands spoke in unison. "That was the weight of your past karma! A mistake you made ten years ago, now come to collect!"
"Hmph!"
Ren didn’t respond. He swung his Platinum Sword.
*SWOOSH!*
The blade cleaved through space, creating black rifts that swallowed nearby debris. His Platinum Sword could cut through anything, even the concept of causality. Most of Batara Guru’s unpredictable attacks—whether from the future or targeting past karma—were neutralized by this sword.
"A futile struggle!" Batara Guru sneered.
*CRACK!*
The Trishula stabbed not at Ren but into a point in the air. Suddenly, Ren sensed danger—not from the front, back, or sides, but from the present and the future.
*SWISH!*
A phantom spearhead emerged from the void, thrusting toward his chest from an impossible angle—an attack from a potential future.
*CLANG!—BANG!*
Ren spun his Platinum Sword just in time. The platinum blade met the spectral attack, and a piercing sound like shattering glass filled the air. The future attack broke, sliced apart by a sharpness that transcended time.
"Of course I’d escape." Ren said proudly, his eyes narrowing at his opponent. "Fate is a path you carve yourself, Batara Guru. I just chose a different one from yours."
"Nonsense!" Batara Guru growled.
His Trishula spun, and the world around them trembled. A rift appeared in the air, revealing a different Cirebon—perhaps a more prosperous past or a ruined future. From the rift, a barrage of illusions and reality fused, raining down on Ren.
*SWISH!* *SWISH!* *SWISH!*
*CLANG!* *CLING!* *CLANG!* *CLING!*
Ren didn’t just defend; he counterattacked. With each swing of his Platinum Sword, he didn’t merely cut through air or water—he sliced through space itself.
*DHUAR!*
A horizontal slash aimed at Batara Guru missed as the God of Destruction vanished and reappeared ten meters to the side. But the slash wasn’t wasted. The platinum cutting line surged forward, unstoppable, carving through the massive basin that was once Cirebon.
*BOOOOOOM!*
The effect was catastrophic. The cutting line etched a deep, long trench, splitting the lake in two.
Water rushed to fill the new trench with a deafening roar.
Floating debris was sucked into the newly formed whirlpool.
The trench’s edges were perfectly smooth, as if cut by a laser, a testament to the absolute sharpness that left no roughness.
"Enough showing off, Batara Guru!" Ren snapped, growing frustrated with his opponent’s causality-based abilities.
"You care? You care about this world’s fate?" Batara Guru sneered. "You’re not even from here. What does this destruction mean to you?"
"I don’t care." Ren replied coldly. "I just don’t like others deciding my fate. And I don’t like messy scenery."
*BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!*
*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*
Their exchanges grew increasingly insane. Each clash between the Trishula and the sword was a disaster.
*CLANG!*
Their first full-contact collision wasn’t the sound of metal but a deafening thunderclap accompanied by a release of energy in the form of a white ring. The energy ring expanded at supersonic speed, vaporizing anything it touched—water, mud, debris—instantly. The surface of the graveyard-like lake visibly shrank for a moment.
*CLASH!*
The second clash created a gravitational field. Large debris lifted from the water, floated, and crumbled into fine dust in the air. The water swirled into intricate spirals, like a self-destructive dance.
"Each time your blade touches my Trishula, your world’s fate grows shorter, Campione!" Batara Guru roared, thrusting repeatedly at speeds that made him appear to have a thousand arms.
"If my fate’s as short as your lifespan, I’d kill myself now!" Ren shot back, parrying each thrust with perfect precision, each block sparking platinum and darkness that lit up the sky.
*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*
*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*
Their provocations were as deadly as their attacks. Each word was a jab aimed at wounding the other’s confidence, seeking a crack in their otherwise unyielding will.
*VROOOM!*
They tore across the ruined landscape. Each step left destruction in its wake. A missed swing of the Trishula erased distant houses from existence, leaving glossy, molten glass-like ground.
*SWOOSH!*
A deflected slash from the Platinum Sword sliced through the clouds above, splitting Batara Guru’s spiraling cloud formation in two for a few seconds before it reformed.
*CLANG!* *CLING!* *CLANG!* *CLING!*
They were entities of calamity, and Cirebon was their sacrificial altar.
Nothing remained.
No buildings stood, no roads were recognizable, no life was left to witness or fall victim to this cataclysmic battle.
Only two forces clashed, each wielding a weapon capable of ending cities, exchanging blows that could sever the past and reshape the future, all while trading sarcastic taunts as if it were a market brawl.
*BANG!*
"You won’t win, Campione." Batara Guru declared. "I am the King of the Gods! The God of Destruction and Creation! None can defeat me!"
"You talk too much nonsense!"
Ignoring the other’s arrogant claims, Ren charged forward, attacking Batara Guru without regard for the collateral damage.
After all, before the battle began, hundreds of thousands had already perished due to Batara Guru’s rampage. So, Ren had no need to hold back for fear of harming the innocent.