Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 1484: Just a Kick

Orion flickered out of existence and reappeared directly behind one of the Holy Guard Knights. He raised his arms and dropped a gravity-amplified elbow strike.

BOOM!

The Knight was launched like a cannonball, but his body didn’t shatter.

Almost instantly, the Saint and the remaining five Knights had dumped their Divine Power into a shared network, weaving layers of defensive wards over their comrade the moment impact occurred.

"Cute."

That level of synchronization implied a hive-mind connection or shared vision.

"You think you can start your formation? Not on my watch." Orion’s grin was savage. "Not unless you put me down first."

He vanished again. This time, he materialized directly behind the Saint.

Orion leaped, bringing his leg down in a guillotine axe kick intended to punt the Saint’s head clean off his shoulders.

Simultaneously, the six Holy Guard Knights teleported in, swords drawn. They surrounded Orion from six directions, blades converging to butcher him in a single stroke.

"Come and get it!"

Orion didn’t stop his kick. Instead, his eight arms moved like windmills, fists striking out with the force of meteors to intercept the incoming blades.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

All six Knights were blasted backward. They were no match for Orion’s raw physical dominance.

But despite clearing the field, Orion wasn’t smiling.

His axe kick had frozen in mid-air, mere inches from the back of the Saint’s skull.

"Is this... a bind?"

Orion sensed the source immediately.

"Correct. A bind," the Saint’s voice was icy. "The Gaze of the Goddess."

The Saint didn’t even turn around. Above his head, a phantom image of a beautiful, terrifying eye materialized, staring unblinkingly at Orion.

"You cannot stop the ritual," the Saint said, his back still turned. "Once the array is complete, I will end you."

The Saint was seething with humiliation and hatred. In the Agaman Holy Order, he was the apex existence beneath only the Goddess herself. Everyone bowed to him. Yet here, in front of his own believers, Orion was treating him like a punching bag. He couldn’t tolerate the disrespect. He had been forced to reveal a trump card gifted by the Goddess just to hold this brute in place.

"Kill me? Do you really have the juice for that?"

Orion roared with laughter. His internal Divine Power surged like a tsunami, crashing violently against the unknown void energy clamping down on his limb.

"I decided I’m going to land this kick, so I’m landing this kick!"

The Mountain-Crusher Stomp!

He named the move on the spot just to hype himself up. There was nothing technically special about it, but screaming the name while fighting against divine suppression made his blood boil with excitement. He hadn’t felt this rush of adrenaline in ages.

Crack. Crack.

The sound of fracturing glass echoed through the spiritual plane.

Fissures began to spiderweb across the pupil of the beautiful eye hovering above the Saint. The gaze was breaking; the hold was slipping.

BANG!

It might have taken a split second, or maybe half a minute of contest, but the moment the eye shattered completely, Orion’s leg finished its arc.

Whoosh!

There was no explosion. No sound of impact.

The Saint’s body simply dissolved into fine dust and vanished.

But Orion knew better than to think a Second-Stage Demigod would die from a single physical blow.

The Fate-Sealer Stomp!

Orion teleported again, launching a second kick with even more oppressive force, aiming directly at a patch of empty air.

A golden flame had just ignited in the void, only to be instantly kicked apart by Orion before it could coalesce. The sparks scattered across the sky.

That was the Saint’s Divine Fire.

Orion knew kicking it apart didn’t extinguish it—that wasn’t how immortality worked—but it inflicted massive trauma and consumption on the Saint’s essence. The Saint of the Agaman Temple was now being battered into hiding, afraid to even manifest his Demigod avatar.

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Indestructible Shield!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Sword that Cleaves All!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Supreme Armor against all harm!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Boots of Unmatchable Speed!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Crown of Unspeakable Nobility!"

"Praise the Goddess, the Omniscient Guardian, the Source of Faith, the Star’s Protection!"

While Orion was winding up for a third, even nastier kick, the six Holy Guard Knights he had knocked away managed to complete their chant.

Their physical bodies dissolved into streaks of light. Powered by the formation, they condensed into six distinct Relics, their auras linked in a perfect circuit.

The Shield of Guardianship. The Holy Sword. The Supreme Armor. The Boots of Speed. The Goddess’s Crown. The Star’s Protection.

The moment the equipment formed, the Saint’s scattered Divine Fire flashed back into existence, diving into the center of the six Relics.

Orion eyed the secret technique with envy. He wanted that power.

But there was no time to analyze it. He teleported in, all eight arms swinging—two fists hammering toward the Divine Fire, the other six targeting a Relic each.

Hummmmm!

The Relics, formed from the essence of six Demigods, resonated as one. A protective barrier erupted from the Supreme Armor, stopping Orion’s assault dead in its tracks.

Orion’s attacks looked like physical brawling, but every punch was a collision of high-yield Divine Power and will. The fact that they blocked him proved just how massive the Faith Energy reserve of those six Demigods truly was.

Seeing the stalemate, Orion didn’t push his luck. He teleported backward, putting distance between himself and the reforming Saint.

"You cannot breach the Supreme Armor. That proves you have not yet reached the Divine Soul realm of the Third Stage."

The Saint’s body finished materializing.

He held the Shield in his left hand and the Sword in his right. He was clad in the Supreme Armor, the Boots on his feet, the Crown on his head, and a golden Star floating behind his back.

He looked like a war god who had walked straight out of paradise. Opulent, imposing, noble, and looking down on all living things.

"So what?"

Orion knew he wasn’t Third-Stage, nor even Second-Stage. His current combat power was a result of his unique path to godhood.

"So, you die."

After being kicked around and losing face, the noble Saint was determined to erase Orion’s avatar from existence. And not just him—he would slaughter every intruder Orion had brought with him. No survivors.

"Glory Cross Slash!"

It was a signature skill of the Holy Sword, possessing terrifying power and an absolute locking mechanism. In other words, Orion couldn’t dodge. He had to tank it.

Orion grunted, chambering a single fist and firing it like a cannon.

The fist collided with the golden cross-shaped energy blade. Their respective Divine Powers ground against each other, mutually annihilating in a shower of sparks.

Just as Orion thought the Saint’s attack power was nothing special, the enemy launched a follow-up instantly.

"Sacrifice: Holy Light Judgment!"