Chapter 1303: This Master, Truly Black-hearted!

"Ansol, that's enough, stand down!"

As the shattered bones gleaming with golden dawn light reassembled in the sky and rapidly regenerated, preparing to fight once more, a voice rose on the battlefield, halting a battle that already had no uncertainty remaining.

"Father!" Ansol looked at Akmonde, his eyes still ablaze with the pure fire of combat.

"Do you find it impossible to admit defeat because he is your son?" Akmonde asked in an even tone, unsurprised by his own son's defeat to his grandson.

Firstly, the age difference between the two was negligible in terms of epics, and furthermore, Muria had embarked on a different path which, although it would inevitably converge with epics at the end, in the short term, gave him enough advantage to have a surge in his combat power.

"I am defeated!"