The Nameless Heir-Chapter 51: Hero Vs Death god

Leon’s voice shook the room, raw with rage.

Golden light cracked through his skin in jagged lines, like it was burning its way out—like his body wasn’t built to hold that much power.

Then he screamed.

He slammed his fist into the ground. The floor trembled beneath the blow. Dust burst upward in sharp plumes, golden energy swirling around his knuckles like fire searching for something to burn.

"What the hell is he?! Why is he so strong?!"

Kael looked at him.

Eyes glowing brighter now—cold and calm.

"I told you already," he said, stepping forward.

His voice was low. Icy.

"I’m death."

Kael dashed toward him.

The ground exploded beneath where he’d just stood.

He drove his fist into Leon’s stomach.

Then he twisted his body and slammed his fist into his ribs—

A deep, cracking thud echoed through the room.

Leon bent forward, wheezing.

That’s when Kael grabbed him by the head—

Fingers digging into his scalp—

And yanked him downward.

At the same time, Kael raised his knee—

And smashed it into Leon’s face.

The hit landed clean.

Blood poured from his nose in thick streams.

Each hit landed like a hammer—loud, relentless. Brutal.

One after another—

Leon couldn’t even scream.

The air left his lungs before the pain could catch up.

Kael didn’t stop.

Didn’t hesitate.

He just kept hitting him.

Over. And over. And over.

He wasn’t fighting to win.

He was punishing him.

Torturing him.

Making him feel pain for every innocent life taken.

He was carrying the pain of all the people Leon had slaughtered.

Their anger.

Their sorrow.

Their final screams.

He was carrying it all.

The fury of every soul he had laid to rest.

The grief.

The rage.

The pain.

All of it flowed through Kael’s fists.

"Rest easy," he muttered under his breath.

"I’ll make him suffer."

Then he grabbed Leon by the throat.

Lifted him off the ground.

"Now tell me... why did you kill all those people?"

His voice slow. Cold.

"Why do you care?"

The words barely came out of Leon’s mouth.

Kael tightened his grip and pulled him closer.

"Because I am the god of death." He paused. "I choose who dies."

His eyes flared with rage.

Then he lifted him higher—

And slammed his face into the ground with a crash that shook the floor.

He didn’t stop.

He grabbed Leon by the leg—

And began swinging his massive body like a ragdoll,

Crashing him into the ground again and again.

Cracks webbed across the floor.

Then—

Leon shouted.

"ACTIVATE LIMIT BREAK... ASCENDED HERO MODE!"

Suddenly, a shockwave tore through the air—raw and violent.

It slammed into Kael’s chest like a wall, lifting him clean off the ground.

He crashed hard, skidding across the stone. The ground cracked beneath him, dust erupting in his wake.

His body finally stopped—curled against the far wall like a broken weapon.

Kael coughed, breath rattling. One arm pushed against the floor.

"What the hell was that?" he muttered, blood in his throat.

Across the room, Leon stood still.

Golden light poured from his skin—wild, untamed—spilling from his eyes, veins, and fingertips.

He didn’t blink. He didn’t speak.

He just burned with anger, rage.

He locked eyes with Kael. "I’ll kill you."

Before Kael could blink, Leon appeared in front of him.

A glowing fist slammed into Kael’s face.

The impact was brutal. His head snapped to the side.

Then—his feet left the floor.

The world spun.

Stone. Air. A blur of gold.

Then—

CRASH.

His body slammed into the Demon King’s statue.

The impact cracked the stone, chunks of rock crashing down.

"My precious statue..." the Demon King muttered faintly in the distance.

"Shut up," Kael snapped, spitting dust and blood.

He forced himself up and scanned the room. "Where are you?!" he shouted.

Leon was gone. Not a trace of him remained.

Then, in a flash, Leon appeared behind him.

A solid kick slammed into Kael’s spine, folding him like paper.

He hit the ground hard, skidding across the stone like a tossed corpse.

Groaning, he forced one knee under him. His hands trembled. His breath caught.

Still—he stood. Even if everything screamed not to. "Damn it..." he growled, grinding his teeth.

His coat flickered. Shadows curled at his feet.

"What the hell... is going on?"

He lifted his sword and scanned the space. His grip tightened.

"It’s a small room... how the hell is he disappearing?"

That question crawled through his mind, sharp and uneasy.

Just then, Leon appeared in front of him with a calm, confident grin.

He vanished again before Kael could react.

Kael spun around, searching. Leon’s footsteps circled him like whispers on stone.

He was fast—too fast.

Kael could barely keep track of the afterimages. There were ten at least, maybe more, flickering like ghosts as they raced around him in a wide circle.

Then, without warning, they all charged at once.

Kael swung his sword, cutting one in half.

It vanished into smoke.

Another fake.

He slashed again. Another blur. Another miss.

"Damn it. I can’t hit him—"

Then the real Leon attacked.

A sword slash came from the left. Kael blocked it, but a heavy fist struck his ribs from the right.

Pain bloomed. Sharp. Deep.

"That one... hurt," he thought, stumbling.

A sharp elbow crashed into his jaw. Another fist drove into his stomach.

Kael’s body folded forward. He coughed as the air escaped his lungs.

Leon’s leg came down from above and hammered into the back of Kael’s head.

He dropped face-first to the ground.

Just before the next kick landed, Kael’s body dissolved—nothing but smoke.

He reformed across the chamber in a burst of shadow. His boots scraped against stone, heels skidding.

Dust shot up around him. He clenched his jaw, breath ragged, legs braced to keep from collapsing.

Leon didn’t miss a beat.

Every time Kael tried to disappear, Leon was already there, waiting.

He would reach into the shadows, grab Kael by the arm or collar, and rip him out like a rag. Then he’d throw him across the room or slam him into a wall.

Kael couldn’t catch a break.

He kept blinking between spots, trying to gain distance.

"Where are you going?"

Leon appeared behind him again. His hand clamped around the back of Kael’s head—

And then, with a sharp twist, he slammed his head into the wall.

Stone cracked. Dust spilled.

Kael groaned, pushing himself up. His legs trembled.

They didn’t want to move. But he forced them anyway.

Another strike came. This time, Kael raised his sword.

The attacks came from all directions.

Left. Right. Above. Below.

Kael blocked what he could. His sword moved on reflex.

But it wasn’t enough.

Leon’s strikes came faster. Harder. Cleaner.

Each hit slammed into Kael’s body with the weight of a divine weapon.

His armor cracked.

Then shattered.

Steel plates clattered to the ground. Sparks lit the air. Blood flew with every blow.

Kael stumbled back, barely staying upright.

Then he dropped to one knee.

His coat dissolved into smoke. Pieces of his helm hit the ground, scattering like broken glass.

He blinked through the blood in his eyes, breath caught in his throat.

"How... how did you get this strong?"

Leon stood above him, tall and still. His golden aura glowed brighter than ever.

"I told you," he said. "We were chosen by the gods."

He took a slow step forward.

"We were granted power beyond mortals. Right now, my strength, my speed—they’re increased by one thousand percent."

Kael coughed. More blood dripped from his mouth.

"How...?"

Leon blurred forward and drove his fist into Kael’s stomach.

Kael didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Another hit followed—this one to the back. It sent him crashing to the floor.

The entire room shook.

Leon stepped over him and planted a foot on Kael’s chest.

He smiled. Wide and unbothered.

"It’s a secret."

Then he started stomping.

Once.

Twice.

Over. And over.

Each stomp made the ground tremble.

Kael’s body absorbed them all.

He didn’t move.

Finally, Leon leapt into the air. His sword rose high.

Then it came crashing down—

And plunged deep into Kael’s chest.

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