Feng vs Amon

The killing intent from Feng had intensified and clouded the stage in a wave of red light. A demon god with a resemblance to Damon appeared behind his back, the demon held a black sword in hand and seemed to be an entity entirely on its own.

Seeing this phenomenon, the eyes of the Nephilim turned sharp and squinted with a sharp light; he then spoke out.

"His face is there, WHY IS HIS FACE THERE?!!!!!"

His power during the state of rage was unparalleled, his killing intent was more vast than Feng could even imagine, compared to his, the killing intent of Feng compared to this was like a mech from Earth by the side of a Specialised Aether Mech that had its own intelligence, the difference was a sea apart.

The Nephilim, with a cynical face, put a foot forward and appeared in front of Feng. This was so unexpected, his right hand was at Feng's heart, and a black energy swirl covered it. The palm elongated and nails sharpened. Every blood vessel had now been pumped, black spiderweb-like veins spread across it. Feng's eyes widened, and his scope of the world had now changed.

The elongated palm plunged into his heart. And the victim of this; Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, the palm of the Nephilim that was deeply plunged into his heart was now twisting slowly, making Feng feel excruciating pain, he even ran out of blood to spit out.

On Amon's face, a cruel grin spread all the way up to his ears, and he began to laugh crazily.

"Ahahahahahahahaha, Master back then, you never gave me the eternal blood, and now since you are dead in body, I can't torture you, so I will have to torture your vessel. Ahahaha."

He spoke random words like a crazed madman, his original look of handsomeness was now non existent to the audience in the stands, they now only saw a towering demon god.

The crazed laughs of amon gradually died down. Thinking he had taken care of Feng, he leapt into the air and looked towards the area where his summoner stood.

"Aether servant I have taken care of your opponent, but this time I think I'll spare your life because of the nice catch."

Aether Servant was startled and bowed his head once again and spouted thanks and blessings on amon.

"Thank you, master Amon, for your benevolence."

…

Somewhere in Heaven on a throne, millions of golden screens or even more were suspended in the air, on the throne a humanoid being of light sat on it, the figure was made entirely out of light, by the side of the thrones. Multiple humanoid figures of all races of humans were by the side holding weapons. If anyone else were here and observed all these figures, they would see angelic looking feathery wings. The figures by the side of throne radiated immortal and divine energy, but strangely enough, the figure on the throne radiated no power at all, if not for the fact that he was on the throne or that he was a blob of light, most would have assumed him a mortal.

The figure on the throne opened what seemed to be its mouth and spoke a voice that was akin to all the people in the world talking.

"Sigh, being the All-Mighty creator sure is stressful, thank goodness I have my lovely genius creations to keep me entertained, especially that Feng, he seems like a good one, my lovely angels, do my brother and that dying Feng a favour and give him a gift."

The angels, who had not spoken, yelled out, alarmed.

"Master, are you saying we should show him The Knowledge of the world? But he has to lose something in return!"

The strange voice that spoke the first time gave out what seemed to be a laugh and only gave out a nod.

"Hmm since its Damon, give him a discount and an extra favour, remove all unnecessary knowledge of techniques in his mind, but of course, excluding inheritance knowledge. He will need all the extra space for the knowledge he will receive. Also send a message to Damon for me, tell him, "Kami says Hi."

"Yes, master."

…

Meanwhile

Back in the fantasy dimension, Feng was on his last breath and under this stress, his thoughts became more frantic. He tried to stand up or heal, but a strange power was blocking him from doing anything.

'Am I going to die here?'

'I haven't thrashed torch that last time.'

'He isn't allowed to die; neither am I allowed to die.'

This fast-thinking only amplified the speed of his already imminent demise.

With a loud rumble, the Heaven and Earth trembled, and a bolt of divine lightning descended from the sky, and struck Feng.

Feng who was already half a step in death's doorway suddenly lost a lot of things from his mind, and most of them were techniques which he rarely used, at the same time, he entered a completely white space with nothing more than a black door in it.

White wiggly arms materialised behind him and dragged him towards the direction of that door. He sensed a powerful aura from that door; it was so powerful that he would have peed his pants if he was could.

As soon as he stepped through the doorway, a stream of visible information on the world surrounded him, threatening to suffocate him. His eyes had already even gone blank, and the pain was ten times as much as what amon delivered.

…

In Heaven, a white-bearded, black-robed old man stood near the figure of light that had the voices of all.

The old man stroked his long beard and asked a question, not looking at anyone in particular.

"Do you think he will survive it mister kami?"

"Of course he will, do you think the person my dearest brother chose will be so easy to fall?"

"Hoho, what confidence, I would bet, but you'd probably just beat me."

"Haha, did I just hear that Godkin Void blade said he would lose!"

"You exaggerate my prowess, mister kami, anyway I'll be going now."

As he said this, he disappeared from the spot as though he was never there.

"Exaggerating? I Kami did no such thing, that little boy is the only one with such mastery over space-time laws, without him I would never have been able to make 'The knowledge of the world' and Heaven."

Saying this, he sighed, lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, The divine lightning that was in the fantasy dimension just a few minutes ago was retracted to the lifted hand.

…

In the fantasy dimension, as quick as the lightning which descended it went back up again, Feng's near-death state was recovered, and his body floated into the air, radiating a holy kind of demonic light.

The Nephilim who was stunned from the previous lightning regained his senses and yelled, pointing his hand towards Feng.

"Impossible! His body and energy should be completely paralysed, so how can he radiate that power? How can he fly?"

Feng whose body hovered in the air suddenly twitched, and his eyes opened, letting out a wave of spiritual and seemingly divine energy.

The pressure radiating from him was now comparable to what Amon gave off previously. In his eye sockets, golden light balls now lay where his eyeballs previously lay.

His clothes flapped although there was no wind, and he opened his mouth and lightly spoke out. His words sounded strangely demonic while at the same time, holy.

"You have been blinded by power, so now you must die!"

At this moment, the entire world stopped, and only Feng was felt in the presence of desolation.