Chapter 450: Ultimate Pinnacle
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Song stepped forward, advancing toward his opponent with everything he had.
After recalling those memories more clearly, after realizing he had to carry his father’s dream, and after discovering a purpose of his own, the powers of the Child Blessed by Heaven awakened fully. It was a power capable of moving the world and changing it forever.
A power that would never answer someone lacking determination, someone without purpose, or someone who could easily fall into despair.
After enduring a beating that nearly killed him, and after remembering how deeply his father had loved him and how much he had changed for his sake…
Song could no longer see his father as anything but a hero.
Though he had committed countless acts of destruction, killed many, and terrorized the world, throwing it out of balance and instilling fear in the hearts of countless people, his father was far more complex. A sinner, yes—he had never denied that—but also a deeply broken man.
Battered by the world, he had become a monster simply to protect himself and survive.
After fighting for who knows how long, perhaps thousands of years, he had gained such overwhelming power that he became someone feared by all.
He could have done so much more, yet he chose not to.
After his first encounter and battle with the Heavenly Empress, Song’s mother, he changed. The journey they shared, guided by the Heavens, had altered the world forever. That same journey forged a bond between two complete opposites and gave birth to him.
He was the Blessed Child of Heaven for that very reason.
The Heavenly Will had foreseen that uniting such opposites and allowing them to experience the blessing of a child was the true path to peace and harmony.
A child who would never have been born without Heaven’s intervention—Song Weisheng.
Song slowly began to realize his true purpose, his true calling.
He carried not only his father’s dreams, but the dreams of everyone in the World of Bestia, even those of his mother, the Heavenly Will, and the Earth’s Will itself.
His aura erupted. The ethereal flames, once translucent and ghostly, transformed. Their gold, black, and blue hues condensed into deep crimson, bright red, and dark pink.
FLUOSH!
His entire body overflowed with these crimson flames—the Heroic Flames of Will!
His crystallized heart, the powerful {Heroic Heart of Will}, constantly transformed his emotions, his dreams, and his willpower into pure strength.
Song Weisheng faced Morax, the terrifying Demonic General, head-on.
“NEW TRICKS?! AS IF THAT WOULD MATTER! I’LL RIP YOU APART, CHILD!”
Morax roared monstrously. He grew ten times larger as he unleashed the true power of his demonic flames. Taking on a monstrous, near-eldritch form made entirely of those flames, he reached Song and swung his massive blazing scythes.
“{ABYSSAL INFERNAL SHREDDER}!”
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Hundreds of powerful slashing waves of abyssal, cursed demonic flames surged toward Song Weisheng. The young man’s expression was serious, no longer smiling. He fully acknowledged his opponent’s terrifying strength. He pushed his hands forward, exactly as he had seen his father do.
“Push your hands forward, place your legs behind, and then step into the skies, son.”
“Yes, Father!”
Song followed the ghostly silhouette of his father as his aura surged with power. He realized this exact stance aligned all his Meridians, which then connected with his Dantians. As the connection grew stronger and more harmonious, the crystallized Heroic Heart of Will grew even more powerful. His flames became so intense they warped the space around him.
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“Now, look forward.”
Song Weisheng looked forward, facing the incoming, devastating attacks.
“Open your hands and push them forward with all your strength, gathering all your Ki into your palms and releasing it at once.”
Guided by his father’s words—whether they came from a true spirit or a vivid memory brought forth by his power—Song Weisheng pushed forward.
“Envision your dreams, your memories, who you are, and what you want to be!”
Song’s eyes shone with bright red and gold light. His memories, his family, and his friends flooded his mind, and his flames briefly took the shapes of countless people.
“W-WHAT…?!”
Morax could not comprehend what was happening as he attacked Song with everything he had. And in that instant, just as his attacks were about to collide with Song’s palms.
“And project those dreams, memories, and desires outward. Shape them and give them form. Make them your power! These are the principles of the powers we Venerables wield! Embody what makes you who you are within your strength!”
In that fleeting moment, which lasted less than a split second, Song was enlightened.
“{Heroic Will Heart Arts}!”
Guided by his own soul and unbreakable willpower, he unleashed his first original technique.
His own Art.
“{Unyielding Resolve}!”
RUMBLE!
From his palms burst a tremendously powerful Battle Aura, manifesting as gigantic, crimson, blazing palms that surged forward.
Six strikes slammed into Morax, completely obliterating his long-range attacks with raw, blazing might and suffering almost no damage in return.
“W-WHA—AAARRGGGHH!”
Morax screamed in utter agony. Without his armor to shield him, he was fully exposed to the direct power of Song’s flames. He tried to escape, but Song’s aura warped space itself, making teleportation or swift movement impossible. Within Song’s Pseudo Aura Domain, space felt like thick mud to anyone but him, slowing his enemies to match his own speed.
This was, without a doubt, the application of Matter Restructuration to the fabric of space and time. However, his technique was not merely palm strikes. It was called “Unyielding Resolve” for a reason.
Morax resisted the blows despite the damage and attacked Song Weisheng with ferocious desperation. His scythes tore through the Battle Aura, releasing countless shockwaves of demonic abyssal flames that bombarded the young man, dealing continuous damage.
Yet even as Song was overwhelmed, the true power of his Art revealed itself. Despite the pain and the force pushing against him.
He did not move back. The damage was real, and it hurt. His Battle Aura was dissipating. But at the same time, it was regenerating. As long as this Art remained active, his Heavenly Will Ki would keep him fighting, no matter what.
This was why the technique was called “Unyielding Resolve.” The only way to stop Song was to kill him while he unleashed it. Morax’s screams were ear-piercing screeches and hisses, fitting for a bug-like demon. His entire tribe was known for such sounds.
“I’m not done yet!”
Bleeding profusely, Song pushed himself even further. His father was there, guiding him to surpass his limits.
“Let’s go, one last time, Song!”
“Yes, Father!”
The two moved in perfect unison, closing in on Morax as the monstrous Demon General unleashed thousands of fireballs made of abyssal demonic flames.
“D-DON’T GET ANY CLOSER! {ABYSSAL INFERNAL NOVA RAIN}!”
Morax activated another of his powerful Skills. A rain of giant black fireballs bombarded Song Weisheng, who quickly summoned his Battle Aura and a new Art to defend himself.
“I have to protect myself…! I cannot…! With this, maybe…!”
His eyes shone brightly as he saw his father moving beside him. He copied the defensive stance, crossing both arms in an X.
“{Heroic Heart of Will Arts}: {Blazing Shield of Dreams}!”
His Battle Aura rapidly transformed into a giant, crimson blazing shield, adorned with blazing wings and the head of a ferocious phoenix-like bird at its center.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
As Morax’s attacks rained down relentlessly, Song finally reached the Demon General, who was desperately trying to escape the powerful {Unyielding Resolve} combo.
“Now, Song… This is my very last lesson.”
“Ah!”
The young man saw his father moving forward, and he followed.
No longer behind him, but right by his side.
His father was no longer someone distant and unreachable.
He was now beside him, moving as equals.
“Use your right hand only and pour everything you have into it—all of your power!”
“Yes!”
Song poured his memories, his dreams, his determination, his conviction, his willpower—everything—transforming them into pure, overflowing essence.
“You must work hard so this world can finally know peace.”
“Father…”
“I’m leaving the rest to you, son.”
As he heard his father’s final words, Song and the Heavenly Demon’s fists reached Morax.
“NOOOOO!”
The Demon General screamed in horror, desperately trying to escape. But Song’s aura warped space, trapping him in place. He attacked frantically, but Song’s fist—merged with his Battle Aura and the full power of his Heroic Heart of Will—was unstoppable.
“{Ultimate Pinnacle}!”
Father and son, one last time, unleashed the technique together.
Their fists pierced through the heart and soul of the wicked Demon General. His screams tore open a rift, causing the entire Domain of Lucifer to collapse.
“T-This is...! Impossible...!”
Morax felt unbearable agony as his soul shattered into countless pieces, each fragment erupting and merging into a gigantic explosion.
BOOOMMM!!!
The explosion caused the entire Domain of Lucifer to collapse in on itself, severing Morax’s ability to summon more Elite Demons while he fought against Anna’s Demonic Servants and the Heavenly Empress.
“Song…! You did it!”
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