Deploying high-speed movement, Dasatama evaded a heavy strike from one of the Hexos dreadnoughts. Pivoting fluidly mid-air, he executed a high-yield rotational kick aimed directly at the titan's spine.

THUD!

The kick connected cleanly. The massive frame stumbled forward from the kinetic shockwave, yet the hit felt eerily hollow—as though Dasatama were striking an unfeeling shell. The construct spun around instantly to resume its assault, displaying zero pain or internal disruption. It was a phantom construct, devoid of a physical core.

What is the true mechanic behind his duplication art? Dasatama analyzed the battlefield as he waded through the swarming dreadnoughts. Though surrounded by ten massive opponents, their joint assault lacked lethal weight—their strikes carried the baseline parameters of standard dark operatives rather than a supreme warlord.

I see... Dasatama's eyes narrowed. The real Hexos was hiding within one of the phantoms, waiting for a momentary lapse in his form. The ten constructs were mere bait designed to drain his stamina. The moment Dasatama lowered his guard, Hexos would execute a high-yield surprise strike to end the clash. Anticipating the trap, the God of War prepared his counter-strategy.

From the start, Dasatama had refrained from drawing his broadsword. Observing that Hexos fought bare-handed in close-quarters combat, Dasatama's martial pride forbade him from wielding steel against an unarmed warrior. He resolved to draw out the real Hexos using pure physical parameters.

Raising his right arm—encased in glowing, heavy armor—Dasatama pointed his gauntlet skyward. White-hot celestial energy gathered around his fist, drawing ambient mana from the heavens like a localized storm. Sensing the escalating power, the ten Hexos phantoms stepped back, wary of the rising parameter density. Hexos chose to wait, anticipating that Dasatama would enter an exhaustion phase immediately after discharging such a massive volume of mana.

That was Hexos's gamble: strike the God of War the moment his internal reserves dipped.

Celestial lightning crackled along Dasatama's arm, casting a blinding glare across the field as the energy reached its absolute zenith.

BLAAAAM!

A localized shockwave exploded from Dasatama's right fist. He intentionally detonated a fraction of his gathered parameters to generate a high-density kinetic wave across the immediate sector. He intended to force the real Hexos to deploy an absolute defense, thereby exposing his true location among the ten phantoms.

The kinetic pressure swept across the sky. Nine of the Hexos phantoms were hurled backward by the shockwave, deploying basic dark magic shields to absorb the feedback.

However, a single Hexos dreadnought stood its ground near the center. Crossing its eight muscular arms, it manifested a high-density, multi-layered dark magic barrier that effortlessly absorbed Dasatama's kinetic wave.

Found you!

Dasatama's eyes locked onto the central figure. Without a second's hesitation, he drew his right fist back behind his shoulder. Threads of celestial lightning condensed around his gauntlet, burning with the radiance of a miniature sun as atmospheric mana flooded into his arm.

It was the ultimate synthesis of warrior conditioning and spellcasting refinement. Electric arcs danced along Dasatama's frame, charging his vessel for an absolute execution strike.

WOOOOOSH!

Targeting the central dreadnought, Dasatama surged forward at sound-shattering velocity. His movement left a trailing streak of crackling lightning across the sky, his vessel vanishing from sight before reappearing directly before Hexos's primary guard.

BOOOOOOM!

The absolute warrior strike slammed into Hexos's eight-armed defense. Hexos channeled his remaining dark parameters to reinforce his guard, resulting in a violent energetic collision that locked both combatants mid-air.

Aura and dark magic ground against each other in a furious contest of raw parameters. The midnight shroud enveloping Hexos flared, straining to push back. Yet Dasatama's refined internal channels seamlessly harmonized with the incoming atmospheric mana, steadily tipping the momentum in his favor.

Dasatama's white-hot gauntlet breached Hexos's outer barrier, driving relentlessly through his eight-armed guard.

Overpowering the warlord's defense, Dasatama's fist plunged directly into Hexos's chest armor. The concentrated kinetic and spellcasting energy detonated within the titan's torso, tearing through his internal organs and erupting out his back in a column of blinding light.

"AAAAAARGH!"

Hexos's agonizing shriek echoed across the basin as his chest cavity was completely pulverized. The dark aura enveloping his frame shattered into falling black embers.

Dasatama passed through the falling titan, landing smoothly in mid-air as the energy dissipated. Is it over? He felt confident he had destroyed the real core—yet as he disengaged, the dark magic signature of the fallen entity evaporated instantly into nothingness.

What?!

Before Dasatama could recalibrate his pathways, the remaining nine Hexos phantoms lunged at him simultaneously from all vectors!

With his internal reserves momentarily dipping, Dasatama was forced into immediate close-quarters defense. Executing a rapid rotational kick, he struck the nearest phantom, shattering its frame into black mist. Nine became eight.

Two dreadnoughts closed in from his flanks. Dasatama met them with a double palm strike, discharging twin kinetic blasts that pulverized both constructs into scattered mana particles. Eight became six.

A heavy strike targeted his exposed back. Pivoting on his heel, Dasatama drove his right gauntlet through the attacker's chest, disintegrating the construct instantly. Six became five.

Three dreadnoughts converged in a synchronized pincer. Dasatama unsealed a localized temporal-impairment domain, decelerating the trio's forward momentum. Driving his right fist forward, he executed a high-velocity piercing strike that threaded through all three phantoms simultaneously, shattering their constructs in a single line. Five became two.

A solitary phantom descended from above, swinging its massive arms in an execution arc. Dasatama deployed a localized mana shield overhead, absorbing the heavy blow before shattering his barrier to vault skyward. Blurring past the descending titan, he delivered a point-blank kinetic punch.

"One Attack Fist Thunder!"

Inspired by the absolute strike of Saint Thunder Striker, the high-density impact pulverized the massive dreadnought into fine black dust.

Only one Hexos remained.

Yet before Dasatama could celebrate clearing the field, a dark spatial signature materialized directly behind his back—accompanied by the whistling arc of a double-headed executioner's axe.

Hexos's secret discipline was not merely creating static shadow phantoms; he possessed the ability to instantaneously swap his living physical core between any of his ten constructs at will! Dasatama's initial deduction had not been entirely wrong—there was indeed only one true physical core—but the ten frames functioned as an interconnected spatial network.

By shifting his core a fraction of a second before Dasatama's strike connected, Hexos had converted his targeted body into a hollow shell while transferring his living core into the final remaining phantom behind Dasatama's blind spot!

He had intentionally allowed Dasatama to destroy nine constructs, waiting for the God of War to exhaust his parameters before executing his point-blank ambush. Hexos had cast aside all warrior honor—to him, executing Dasatama surpassed every conventional code of combat.

"You fell into my trap, Dasatama!" Hexos sneered, his axe descending toward Dasatama's exposed spine. "Acknowledge your defeat! Today, the title of God of War is erased from this world forever. Farewell!"

At point-blank range, with Dasatama's internal reserves hovering at their absolute limit, evading the descending blade was mathematically impossible. Hexos cared nothing for fair duels; as a warlord of the dark host, victory by any means was his sole doctrine.

CLANG! SPLASH!

The massive, double-headed axe cleaved through the target's torso. Hexos passed through the figure, a victorious grin spreading across his demonized face.

"Rest in peace alongside your pathetic ideals of justice, God of War!"

The struck figure shattered into a shower of golden mana particles. Spinning his heavy axe, Hexos brought his eight arms across his chest in a arrogant posture, preparing to rejoin the main host.

"And where do you think you are going, Hexos?"

Hexos froze. That voice... Dasatama?! Impossible!

The voice echoed from high above. Looking up, Hexos saw a solitary figure hovering directly in the glare of the midday sun. His broadsword blazed with white-hot celestial lightning as he plunged skyward in a high-velocity execution arc aimed straight for Hexos's head!