The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1258: A Natural Disaster In Human Form

The arrow reached Raxxion before he even completed his defensive stance. If this were to be Seraya, she would have countered or even raised a strong defence before the arrow got to her.

However, Raxxion is a big guy, so he lacks the speed to make quick, decisive decisions. Of course, he managed to raise a defence.

Too bad he was too slow.

Klaus may have put some void essence into that arrow, so it moves much faster than it should.

BOOOOOOM!

A blinding explosion of multicoloured flames swallowed half the arena, detonating like a collapsing star. The air was painted in colours.

Because of how beautiful it looked, the explosion rendered its dangerous nature obsolete. The beauty of it all was the focus.

The shockwave rippled outward, sending spectators stumbling back even with the protective barriers active.

Raxxion’s massive body was hurled through the inferno, smashing into the far wall with enough force to crater the reinforced metal.

Chunks of his body feel off.

”Ouch, that hurts,” Klaus said, a grin forming on his lips.

Chunks of molten flesh dripped off Raxxion’s body as he staggered forward, glowing cracks spiderwebbing across his lava-coated body.

’Damn... he survived that? This guy is a tank.’

[He is made of fire, master. Hurting him is impossible, so you should be proud you are making him suffer.]

’I know that, Icon. However, can he even be killed? It seems he is masking his only weakness by reforging his body from the flames. Even if I use the Ice element, he may not die.

It looks like I have underestimated him. Maybe I should use the move and see if it can kill him.’

[Maybe when he grows unstable. But for now, the master will have to do it the old-fashioned way. Keep hurting him until he can’t heal anymore. Then you can kill him for good.]

’That sounds like a good plan to me.’

His chest cavity was half-shattered, and liquid magma oozed with every breath he took. Yet his eyes—two burning furnaces—still glared at Klaus with pure rage.

The humiliation he is being put through is more than he can take. Klaus is not giving him the respect all mortals should give immortals at all.

”You... little... brat...” Raxxion growled, molten spit hitting the ground and melting straight through.

”Hey, watch where you spit, okay. The floors were just waxed.”

Klaus twirled his bow, a smirk tugging at his lips.

”I will kill you, brat.”

”That is not possible, Mr Raxxion. I have nine lives, you see.”

Klaus smiled and slowly floated a meter off the ground and said:

”You should be happy, Raxxion. I came here to train, and so far, you have given me a reason to place Real Immortals in my eyes. So, before I become an Immortal myself, help me experience the thrill of battle.

In return, I will only put an arrow through your forehead, making it a quick death for you.”

Klaus’s arrogant words reached every ear, causing many to start cursing him while others too chant his name. The louder the cheers grew, the angrier Raxxion became.

Suddenly, something in Raxxion snapped.

His flames erupted sky-high, piercing the arena dome.

The air itself ignited.

The temperature spiked so suddenly that even immortals in the stands flinched; some shielded themselves with immortal qi reflexively.

The arena’s added layers of defence were instantly raised, shielding the spectators.

[Master, he’s triggering his core. He is entering ’True Pyre Form.’]

’Oh, so that is why his flame essence is spiralling out of control...’

Raxxion’s body melted and reformed, becoming a towering inferno with a humanoid outline—lava veins pulsing violently, flames replacing flesh. In an instant, he turned into a flame titan, only that his form jagged like a character from a video game.

His axe reshaped itself into a massive, molten war halberd.

”YOU WILL BURN!” his voice thundered, distorted and enraged.

The arena floor liquefied under his steps. This sight terrified many.

Klaus tightened his grip on his bow. ”Well, shit. Here comes the final phase.”

Raxxion lunged forward and then vanished from view.

Instantly, he reappeared in front of Klaus, his halberd descending like a meteor. The pressure alone cracked Klaus’s armour, causing his bones to squeak.

Klaus reacted instantly.

He jumped backwards, sliding across molten ground as he snapped his fingers again.

Seven spears materialised and shot toward Raxxion at blinding speed. The scene had changed instantly.

Raxxion didn’t dodge; he didn’t need to dodge with such a body.

He tanked them.