Few minutes ago...

The moment Logan began his fight with the origin beasts, Snow had vanished from his shoulder.

He appeared briefly atop Ethan’s shoulder. Ethan was poised to strike, only for the little guy to vanish and appear atop Liora’s head. Her eyes were practically glowing with an adorable light as she glanced at the little cat.

However, it vanished moments later.

In that fashion, it appeared and reappeared atop the shoulders of the six, before finally returning to Sylvana’s side.

Perhaps due to the natural air of nature she held, she radiated a sense of warmness and purity similar to the cat. Hence, Snow appeared atop her head, lying lazily on it.

Sylvana froze slightly, unsure of how to react. She eventually chose to remain still as the cat rested atop her head.

Only when Logan was in an endangered state did Snow finally roll its eyes, showing a human-like exasperated expression, and vanish from her head.

If it wasn’t for the origin orbs he would obtain from killing these few, he wouldn’t have bothered helping.

...

As soon as Snow appeared atop Logan’s head, a chill spread through the air instantly.

Bang!

The combined attacks struck the location where Logan was standing previously and exploded into fragments of ice and shards.

Meanwhile, the little cat and Logan reappeared a few meters away, perched atop a tall tree. On the tree, a coin silently shattered.

After being timely saved by the cat, Logan couldn’t help glancing at Snow in surprise.

"You... saved me?" he was pleasantly surprised.

At the same time, he was also shocked...

How did Snow know the coin toss technique?

He had never actually taught the cat the technique.

Did it actually comprehend it on its own by just watching him practice?

If that was the case, then Snow’s comprehension was truly out of this world!

Snow glanced at Logan with a look of disdain and vanished, reappearing atop Sylvana’s head as though saying, ’finish what you started.’

Logan’s lips curved into a fierce grin. Fresh blood still dripped from his wounds, but a new wave of energy surged through him. The little cat’s intervention had bought him precious seconds.

He dropped from the tree like a falling comet.

"Let’s end this."

The Origin beasts roared in fury at the escaped prey and charged again with even greater ferocity.

The Storm Harpy screeched and dove with metallic feathers slicing the air. The Iron Colossus thundered forward like a moving avalanche. The Bloodfang Ravager howled, its crimson scales pulsing with stolen power.

Logan exploded into action.

His daggers spun faster than ever, empowered by pure spatial force. He teleported aggressively, appearing behind the Iron Colossus and driving a storm of blades into the gaps of its armor. Sparks flew wildly as he tore out chunks of metal.

At the same time, he flicked multiple coins in rapid succession, using them as both distractions and anchors for instant repositioning.

For a brief, glorious moment, he fought like a true monster.

Every slash ripped flesh apart. Every teleport left distorted ripples in space, causing the beasts to crash into afterimages and empty air.

The daggers no longer looked like weapons. They resembled fragments of a shattered star orbiting Logan’s body, carving glowing spatial scars across the battlefield as blood sprayed through the air.

But this time, he refused to let the momentum slip.

He teleported straight into the heart of the Storm Harpy’s tornado. The wind blades cut his skin, but Logan ignored the pain.

With a savage roar, he compressed his spatial force around six daggers and launched them like spatial missiles.

The blades pierced the Harpy’s metallic wings and exploded outward, shredding the wings into useless scrap. The massive bird crashed hard into the ground with a deafening boom.

Before it could recover, Logan appeared above it and drove a final dagger through its skull.

One down.

The Venom Empress Serpent struck from the side, its elegant body coiling with deadly speed, fangs dripping with lethal venom. Poisonous mist thickened the air.

Logan flicked a coin mid-air and teleported directly above the serpent’s head.

The daggers descended like execution stakes from the heavens, smashing through emerald scales and nailing the massive body violently into the earth.

He twisted the blades with spatial telekinesis, tearing its insides apart. The serpent thrashed violently before going limp in a pool of toxic blood.

Two down.

The Bloodfang Ravager came next, moving like a crimson blur. It had grown even larger after drinking Logan’s blood earlier.

Their clash created violent shockwaves. Logan met it head-on, exchanging blows that shook the surroundings.

The beast’s claws tore fresh gashes across his chest, but Logan grabbed its throat and teleported upward, dragging the Ravager with him.

High in the air, he unleashed a relentless barrage of daggers into its body. Spatial explosions ripped the wolf apart from the inside. It fell from the sky in pieces.

Three down.

Logan landed heavily, breathing ragged, blood flowing freely from multiple wounds. Yet his eyes were blazing with unstoppable fighting spirit.

The remaining beasts sensed the shift. They attacked with everything they had.

The Iron Colossus charged like a rampaging mountain. Logan teleported onto its shoulder and began dismantling it piece by piece.

His daggers found every joint and weak point, prying apart thick armor plates.

The golem tried to crush him, but Logan jumped to its head and delivered a devastating spatial strike that cracked its core. The giant iron body collapsed with a ground-shaking crash.

Four.

The Shadow Abyss Worm erupted beneath him. Logan allowed it to swallow him for a split second, only to teleport inside its throat and unleash hell.

His daggers spun like a blender of death, carving the massive worm apart from within. Black blood and chunks exploded outward as the beast died screaming.

Five.

The Mirage Phantom multiplied into countless illusions, trying desperately to confuse him.

Logan closed his eyes for a moment, relying purely on his spatial awareness.

He moved like a ghost, cutting down every fake until only the real one remained. A single precise slash ended the tricky fox.

Six.

The Bone Sovereign roared and summoned a forest of bone spears.

Logan charged straight through the storm, the rotating daggers around him forming a distorted spatial barrier that shattered incoming bone spears into clouds of white fragments before they could reach him.

He appeared above the skeletal dragon and poured every ounce of remaining power into one final attack.

The daggers fused into a massive spatial blade that shattered the Sovereign’s core. Bones flew everywhere as the dragon collapsed into rubble.

Seven.

Only the Crimson Flame Tyrant and the Thunderwing Drake remained.

The fiery lion unleashed a sea of flames. Logan teleported through the inferno, his skin burning, and appeared on the Tyrant’s back.

He stabbed his daggers deep into its spine and triggered multiple spatial explosions. The Crimson Flame Tyrant roared in agony before its body burst into flames and ash.

Eight.

The Thunderwing Drake, the strongest of them all, let out an earth-shattering roar. Lightning exploded wildly around its body as it shot forward like a descending catastrophe. The very air trembled beneath its pressure.

Logan stood motionless, covered in blood, breathing heavily, yet smiling like a madman.

"This ends now."

He flicked his final coin toward the Drake.

Bang!

Logan vanished and reappeared directly before the beast.

The Drake reacted instantly. Its claws collided against his spatial barrier with terrifying force.

CRACK!

The barrier shattered instantly.

Logan’s expression changed.

The Drake’s tail whipped toward him like a lightning-coated spear and slammed into his side. Bones cracked violently as Logan was blasted through multiple trees, crashing into the ground and coughing out a mouthful of blood.

The crowd gasped.

Before Logan could even rise, the Thunderwing Drake descended from the sky again, jaws overflowing with lightning. The ground melted beneath its approach.

Logan’s instincts screamed.

He forced himself to roll aside.

BOOOOOOM!

A pillar of blue lightning erupted where he had been lying moments earlier, vaporizing everything within dozens of meters.

Logan staggered to his feet, his vision blurring badly now. His body was reaching its limit.

The Drake gave him no chance to recover.

It appeared before him in an instant, moving faster than before. One claw tore across Logan’s chest, nearly ripping him apart completely. Blood sprayed through the battlefield.

Logan nearly collapsed.

But then... he smiled.

Because the final coin was already beneath the Drake.

Bang!

Logan vanished.

The Drake’s eyes widened slightly.

Logan reappeared directly above it.

Every remaining dagger around him began trembling violently. Cracks spread across the blades as they endured the pressure of his compressed spatial force.

For the first time in the battle, Logan poured absolutely everything into a single attack.

The surrounding space distorted violently.

Then the daggers descended.

Not like a storm.

Like falling stars.

BOOOOOOOM!

The spatial impact pierced through the Drake’s scales and pinned its wings apart mid-motion. Lightning exploded uncontrollably from its body, ravaging the surroundings.

The beast screamed in fury and pain, struggling violently.

But Logan didn’t stop.

With blood pouring from his mouth, he teleported one final time and appeared directly above the Drake’s skull.

He raised both hands.

A massive spatial blade formed between them, unstable and trembling as cracks spread through the surrounding air itself.

"DIE!"

He brought the blade down with everything he had left.

CRAAAAACK!!!

The Drake’s skull split apart.

The lightning surrounding its body flickered violently before collapsing into silence.

Its massive corpse crashed into the earth, creating an enormous crater that shook the battlefield.

The Thunderwing Drake twitched weakly once...

Then became completely still.

Nine.

Dead silence fell over the battlefield.

Logan stood alone among the corpses of nine rank 3 Origin beasts. Blood dripped from his body. His daggers floated weakly around him, chipped and broken. His chest heaved with exhaustion, yet his eyes still burned with victory.

The glowing score above his head skyrocketed to an unbelievable number.

The entire crowd erupted into deafening roars and applause. Some people were screaming, others were crying in disbelief.

Logan looked toward Sylvana and Snow. A weak but arrogant smile formed on his bloodied lips.

He had done it.

He had slaughtered them all.

His body swayed. The world around him began to blur as the accumulated wounds finally caught up to him. But before he could fall, a small figure landed on his shoulder. Snow looked at him with a bored expression, as if saying he had taken too long.

Logan chuckled weakly.

"Not bad... right?"

Then everything went black.

Author’s Note:

Had a serious headache today, so this Chapter took longer than expected. I still pushed to make both Chapters longer since this was an important fight sequence.

The extra Chapter will most likely come tomorrow once I’m fully recovered. Thanks for the patience.