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Unlike ordinary prodigies, Little Leslie stood surrounded by an endless flow of Order, akin to loyal subjects awaiting the commands of their monarch.

It seemed that every aspect of Order lay within her grasp, effortlessly accessible and under her control.

This was leagues beyond the mere mastery of a single Order—a capability that made even legends pale in comparison.

Indeed, such a Supreme Physique, as theorized in countless arcane calculations, was said to represent the epitome of perfection.

Yet, until now, it had remained a speculative ideal, with no evidence of its existence.

The Dark Elf Queen, who had once dismissed these notions as mere conjecture, now stood awestruck as the impossible unfolded before her very eyes.

The sheer magnitude of Order surrounding Little Leslie was beyond comprehension.

Her talent transcended the boundaries of reality, ascending into the realms of myth and legend.

This was the child of Owen and Leslie—a progeny of unparalleled terror and wonder.

The Duel Commences

While the Dark Elf Queen marveled at Little Leslie's inconceivable abilities, the tension between Owen and Sargeras reached its breaking point.

In a flash, both moved simultaneously, and the long-anticipated duel began.

Countless eyes locked onto the combatants, hearts pounding with suspense and exhilaration.

Outside Demon Sky Citadel

Sargeras, gripping his blade wreathed in fel energy, stepped forward.

The earth beneath him quaked, and the very fabric of space seemed to compress before him, forming ripples of destructive energy.

"Owen, to die by my hand today—consider it a worthy conclusion to your fleeting existence," Sargeras intoned, his voice carrying a strange finality.

With that, he unleashed the full might of his Throne Celestial tier.

The skies groaned and the earth trembled as his overwhelming aura cascaded outward, shattering the heavens with a deafening roar.

Owen Unleashes His Power

Owen, fully aware of the stakes, wasted no time.

Though Sargeras was his senior in both rank and experience, he activated his Primordial Chaos Body, pushing his bloodline to its zenith.

In his hand, the Godslayer Sword shone like a newborn sun, emanating rays of blinding brilliance that expanded outward, banishing Sargeras's oppressive aura.

Without hesitation, Owen lunged forward, his sword carving a path through time and space. The strike, Supreme Sword, erupted into a beam of light that seemed to bisect the entire Demon Realm, bearing the destructive force of a world-ending calamity.

The energy of the Supreme Sword was overwhelming—inescapable and unstoppable. Under its influence, Order dissolved, the heavens roared, and the world teetered on the brink of chaos.

For a moment, Owen appeared as a god of destruction, ushering the realm into eternal darkness.

Sargeras Fights Back

Facing the devastating attack, Sargeras's expression turned grim.

With a swing of his fel-forged blade, a torrent of infernal fire cascaded from the fiery clouds above, streaking down like meteors to meet Owen's sword.

BOOM!

The collision of blade and sword sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. Streams of infernal fire clashed with the sword's radiant energy, surging and disintegrating in violent explosions that left the void fractured.

A Clash of Equals

When the dust settled, both combatants had been forced backward.

Owen's body bore the scars of the encounter, fel flames lingering on his wounds and forcing a spurt of blood from his lips.

Sargeras, on the other hand, had suffered a deep gash to his chest. The blow had cut through his armor, leaving a wound that reached down to the bone.
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Their opening exchange had left both warriors injured—proof of the devastating intensity of their battle.

Observers React

Countless spectators gasped in awe and terror.

This was no mere sparring match—both combatants had fought with every ounce of their strength, and the result had been mutual devastation.

Sargeras Recognizes Owen's Growth

Sargeras's gaze fixed on Owen, his voice betraying a rare note of astonishment.

"A God Mark Celestial God?" he muttered. "You've advanced to such a level in mere months?"

Though aware of Owen's unmatched potential, Sargeras couldn't help but marvel.

The leap from Celestial God to God Mark Celestial God was akin to crossing an insurmountable chasm—one that even the most talented mages spent lifetimes trying to bridge. Yet Owen had done it in an impossibly short span.

Hope Rises

"God Mark Celestial God! No wonder Owen has been so confident. He's already surpassed what anyone thought possible!"

"If Owen could contend with Sargeras before, his newfound strength makes victory more than just a dream!"

Sargeras Refuses to Yield

Though his surprise lingered, Sargeras's expression soon darkened, and his voice grew cold.

"Your breakthrough may have shortened the gap between us, but it isn't enough to change your fate.

"Today, Owen, you die."

As if to underscore his words, the gaping wound on his chest rapidly healed, leaving no trace of injury behind.

Owen's calm, confident gaze met Sargeras's. His voice was steady, carrying a quiet conviction.

"Is that so? Many before you have claimed the same. Every one of them fell at my hands."

The Battle Escalates

Sargeras's composure wavered for a moment, his brow furrowing.

He let out a deafening roar, his massive form expanding further, casting a shadow so vast it seemed to consume the sky. Beneath its weight, Demon Sky Citadel trembled.

"Owen, show me the limits of your arrogance!" Sargeras bellowed.

With terrifying speed, his blade, now enveloped in emerald flames, transformed into a streak of light barreling toward Owen.

The sheer force of the attack ignited the air, threatening to incinerate everything in its path.

But just as the attack seemed unstoppable, the Supreme Sword in Owen's hand erupted with radiant energy, forming a pillar of light that pierced the heavens.

Under its glow, the fel blade dimmed, its momentum slowing.

A Collision of Titans

Owen surged forward, his blade slicing through the oncoming attack. Behind him, numerous projections of himself materialized, each one leaping into the fray to strike at Sargeras.

BOOM!

Their clash sent waves of chaos rippling through the realm. The skies of the Demon Realm shattered, revealing endless constellations hidden behind the veil of destruction.

A Battle Beyond Comprehension

The ferocity of their fight obliterated everything in its path.

Explosions of light and shadow tore through space, swallowing stars and erasing the boundaries of the battlefield.

The combatants moved at such blinding speeds that even the most powerful mages struggled to keep track of their movements.

This was not a battle of mortals—it was the collision of gods.

Even those watching through projections trembled, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity.

If a single stray shockwave reached them, they would be annihilated.

Among the onlookers, even Throne Celestials found themselves shaken.

"The scale of this battle… I can barely withstand the aftermath…" whispered one, awe and fear mingling in their voice.