THE FINAL BATTLE

As Ken and Keeth stood facing each other, the atmosphere in the arena crackled with tension. The crowd was in an uproar, their excitement palpable, for these two titans were about to throw down. Ken's cold, emotionless expression unnerved those watching, especially his mother, who was disguised in the crowd. The sight of his pale red eyes, so devoid of warmth, filled her with sorrow.

The referee raised his hand, signaling the start of the match. Keeth, the man Ken was about to face, shifted nervously beneath his mask. Shit, this mask isn't law-resonant, he thought. But before he could process his worry, Ken dragged his sword across the ground, the noise echoing through the arena. The atmosphere became even more charged, and the crowd held its collective breath.

Ken's movements were almost imperceptible to the naked eye, a blur of sheer speed and power. As he closed the distance, Keeth, who had suppressed his realm, failed to notice that his right hand had been dragged through the ground, and a burning sensation ignited from the wound. Ken had activated Hellfire Ignite.

Ken, with his usual calm demeanor, licked the blood off his sword, his eyes fixed on his opponent. The pain hit Keeth hard, spreading down his back, and he was momentarily stunned. This was no ordinary opponent. Furious, Keeth unleashed his Demi-God powers and called upon the Law of Air, summoning powerful gusts to strike Ken. But Ken, as if in a trance, simply dodged and sidestepped every attack with effortless precision.

"Die, bitch," Ken murmured coldly, his voice like ice.

In a flash, Ken unleashed Crimson Slash, the force of the blow cutting Keeth clean in half. The arena went silent for a split second before the crowd erupted in cheers, roaring in approval at the display of power. But as the cheers echoed through the arena, Ken's mother couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. She felt a chill as she watched her son, so detached, so different from the boy she once knew.

Suddenly, a sharp energy shot through the air, a deadly skill aimed directly at Ken. In a fluid motion, Ken sidestepped the attack, his expression unchanged. He then turned his attention to the crowd, his eyes scanning the arena as if searching for more. The killing was allowed in the City of Blood, and Ken wasted no time. He tore through the arena, slaying anyone in his path. The crowd, already accustomed to the violence, didn't raise a word of protest.

With the arena drenched in chaos, Ken stepped away, his face grim, as he looked at the golden blood in his hand. "It's time, isn't it?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a strange sorrow.

Far from the arena, a blond man seethed with rage. His face twisted in anger as he screamed, "Fuck you, Ken! Just die!" His laughter, wild and unhinged, filled the room, but his skin began to peel away, revealing something far darker beneath. A servant, unfortunate enough to cross his path, would be found dead the next day, her skin completely gone.

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, an absolute being watched with quiet interest. A man approached him, his presence commanding. "What are you watching, Houwa Xiao?" he asked.

"I'm watching my grandson," Houwa Xiao replied, his voice laced with a strange pride.

The man's eyes narrowed, and he slapped Houwa Xiao so hard that his face twisted with the impact. "Worthless one," he growled. "Know your place."

A new figure entered the room—the woman Ken called mother. "What happened to him, father?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

"He's awakened Blood Aura," the old man muttered, rubbing his bruised face. "It's a side effect of weapon spirit awakening. Blood Aura is... unpredictable."

Ken's mother, her face pale, looked troubled. Blood Aura? What have you become, my son?