Chapter 235 A Hybrid

RUMBLE!

A pillar of black light erupted from his body, piercing the sky like a beacon of death.

The world seemed to shudder in its presence.

The moment the black light touched the sky, a pressure unlike anything before spread across the battlefield.

Some of the low-ranked experts near the Villa gasped, their bodies trembling as their breath tightened.

Their knees almost buckled under the weight of the sheer, oppressive force.

Even some of the leaders standing at a distance frowned, their eyes narrowing.

"This pressure… it's different from anything I've ever felt before."

"It's not just energy… it's something else entirely."

Cain simply smiled.

The pillar of black light burned for a few more seconds, casting long shadows over the battlefield—

And then—

It faded.

And from within the darkness—

Evan emerged.

No longer the same.

No longer just a warrior of wind.

Something far worse stood in his place.

A being without a face.

No eyes. No mouth. No nose.

Just a smooth, black void—a face of pure nothingness.

And atop that featureless abyss, a white glowing ring plastered—pulsing softly, its eerie luminescence flickering like an unholy halo.

But the transformation hadn't stopped there.

A thick, goo-like substance—black as the void itself—slowly oozed from his head, dripping downward, slithering like it was alive.

It flowed across his body—

Concentrating along his right arm.

SCHLICK!

The black substance morphed, contorting his arm into something grotesque, unnatural.

What was once flesh was now entirely blackened, as if his very essence had been consumed by the corruption.

His fingers?

Gone.

In their place—razor-sharp claws.

Talons made of something not metal, not bone—but something far worse.

Something that looked like it could tear through reality itself.

Despite these inhuman alterations, the rest of his body remained unchanged.

It was still Evan's figure.

Still his stance.

Still his presence.

But—

Max instantly recognized the difference.

This wasn't the same as Veylin's transformation.

When Veylin became a Null, his entire body had been consumed—black from head to toe, his form lost to the abyss.

But Evan?

His transformation was partial.

Only his head and right arm had undergone the change.

His body remained human.

Max's mind raced.

'Why is it different? What's the reason?'

His eyes flickered toward Evan, watching every twitch of movement, every ripple of black goo sliding down his arm.

Meanwhile, behind him, the purple lightning ring pulsed, its energy reaching its peak.

Remaining on full alert.

Max's grip on his sword tightened as he asked, "Evan?"

A simple question. A name.

Because the last time Max had seen this kind of transformation…

Veylin had lost himself.

Yet—

Evan tilted his head slightly, and through the abyss of his blackened, featureless face, his voice echoed:

"I am indeed Evan."

The voice was calm. Unchanged.

Max's eyes narrowed.

"Why are you so different from Veylin when he transformed?"

Evan laughed lightly, a mocking tone lacing his words.

"Don't compare me to that fool."

His clawed hand flexed, the black substance writhing as if it were alive.

"He had the chance to be like me—a Hybrid, the one in control. But I suppose he was too weak-willed."

Max frowned.

'A Hybrid?'

Evan looked down at him, his stance still perfectly composed, his voice carrying an undeniable sense of dominance.

"Forget about him, Max."

A pause.

Then, his voice dipped into something darker, something almost amused.

"Tell me—how are you going to face me when you stood no chance against Veylin? Much less someone who has mastered the art of Null transformation?"

Evan's claws gleamed under the light.

"Someone who is a Hybrid?"

Max remained silent, his face unreadable.

But his mind raced.

The difference between Evan and Veylin was clear now.

Veylin had been devoured by the transformation.

Evan had mastered it.

And that made him far more dangerous.

From the sidelines, the leaders of the Five Great Guilds and the Four Super Families stood rigid, their expressions locked in deep frowns.

They had already witnessed a human transforming into a Null before.

They had seen Veylin's madness.

But seeing it again…

It didn't lessen the shock.

It only deepened the dark truth.

There were humans among them.

Humans who could turn into Nulls.

Not just one.

Not just Veylin.

But more.

This was a very terrifying thing to know.

Because there was one thing everyone in Acaris knew.

Nulls were condemned.

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A race feared by every other race.

A race that was more bane than boon to the world.

And yet—one stood before them now.

"What?" Evan's voice echoed from the void that had become his face. "Are you admitting defeat?"

His tone was mocking, but there was an underlying sharpness—a challenge.

Max shook his head, his eyes flashing with unwavering determination.

"I don't want to become like you.""So there's obviously no way I'm giving up on this battle."

He lifted his sword, its blackened steel crackling with energy, and pointed it straight at Evan.

BOOM!

The Fusion State Aura surged, climbing to its absolute peak—30%.

It was the highest level of fusion he had ever attained between all his auras..

At the same time—

CRACKLE!

The Level 3 Lightning Aura behind him exploded, the purple lightning ring funneling torrents of electricity into his body.

The very air trembled under the sheer weight of power being unleashed.

Max grinned.

"Let me face the power of a Null once again."

Evan's clawed hand flexed, the black substance writhing around his arm as if it were alive.

Then, he spoke—his voice colder than before.

"It will be your last."

WHOOSH!

Both vanished.

And then—

BANG!

They reappeared high in the air, their attacks colliding in an instant.

Evan's blackened fist, pulsing with abyssal energy, smashed against Max's sword overflowing with purple lightning.

BOOOOM!

A shockwave rippled outward, distorting the sky with its sheer force.

For a moment, they were locked in a battle of raw strength.

Then—

CRACK!

Max's feet slid backward through the air, the force of impact sending him flying back from the initial clash.

He was forced back.

But he wasn't done yet.

"You aren't as strong as I thought you would be." Max grinned.

Then—

He vanished.

WHOOSH!

He reappeared behind Evan, sword flashing downward like a judgment from the heavens.

CLANG!

Evan's clawed hand met the strike mid-air, black and purple lightning crackling against abyssal darkness.

Then—they disappeared.

Only for another explosion of force to ring out from the other side of the battlefield.

BOOM!

WHOOSH!

They reappeared again—

Max's blade slashing in an arc, purple lightning howling through the air.

Evan's black arm twisted unnaturally, claws raking forward to intercept.

BANG!

A shockwave tore through the battlefield, splitting the ground beneath them as their attacks met.

Then—they were gone again.

WHOOSH!

Another clash.

Then another.

Then another.

To the spectators, it was madness.

They couldn't keep up.

The battle had become a storm of blurred figures, flickering in and out of existence.

The only thing they could track—

Were the explosions of force that erupted whenever they clashed.

"What… what are we even looking at?" one of the geniuses from the five guilds muttered, his voice shaking.

The top geniuses of the East Region, the geniuses of the Five Great Guilds, the Four Super Families—

None of them could process what was unfolding before them.

Only their respective leaders could see the battle unfolding.

But even they were surprised by the battle.

Envoy Lucas, someone who had witnessed countless battles, also narrowed his eyes.

"He's keeping up…"

His voice was laced with disbelief.

Kate, the leader of the Knights of Valor, clenched her fists. "He's not just keeping up…"

She turned her gaze toward the battlefield, her heart pounding.

"He's fighting toe-to-toe with a Null who is several level higher than him."

Aurelia's eyes shone. "A human… fighting a Null without losing.... Now that is unheard of."

"This… This shouldn't be possible." Norton muttered in shock.

BOOM!

A shockwave shattered the air, sending debris flying as Max and Evan clashed mid-air once again.

Max twisted his body, swinging his sword in a wide, devastating arc.

Evan ducked, his blackened arm stretching unnaturally as he aimed for Max's ribs.

WHOOSH!

Max vanished, reappearing above him.

CRACKLE!

Purple lightning converged, his entire blade radiating with unfiltered destruction.

He swung—

"Horizon End!"

A blindingly fast sword flash, aimed straight for Evan's neck.

Evan's ring of white light pulsed, and the winds around him twisted violently.

"Too slow."

His figure blurred and—

BANG!

A blackened claw slashed through the air, nearly piercing Max's shoulder—but Max had already vanished again.

WHOOSH!

Then—another clash.

And another.

And another.

The battle had no pattern, no rhythm—just pure, unrelenting chaos.

Two monsters locked in a fight that should have been impossible for any human to survive.

Yet Max—

Wasn't losing.

And that terrified everyone watching.