As the Second Supreme Monarch tore forward in a streak of crimson, Anthony moved with uncanny precision, as though he had already anticipated the Vampire's lethal motion. In a single, fluid movement, he drew his katana from his waist and, without a moment's hesitation, slashed forward. In an instant, the blade severed the Second Supreme Monarch's arm at the elbow, the clean strike executed with the calm inevitability of a master at the height of his art.

Blood erupted into the air, painting the void in violent crimson, droplets suspended for a heartbeat before succumbing to gravity. The severed limb fell, only to be replaced within seconds by a fully regenerated arm, smooth and flawless, as if the injury had never occurred. Yet Anthony did not pause. His blade blurred once more, slicing through the air with an almost tangible sound of tearing reality itself, leaving trails of pure force in its wake.

The Second Supreme Monarch reacted instinctively, a sword materializing in his hand, and blurred forward to meet the onslaught. Yet even this prepared defense was insufficient. Anthony's relentless assault overwhelmed him immediately, leaving no margin for error, no chance for recovery.

'Impossible,' he thought, disbelief ricocheting through his mind like a blade against steel.

He was not alone in his shock. Other Supreme Monarchs, spectators of the battle, could scarcely believe what they were witnessing. Their assumptions about Anthony had been wholly erroneous. The Second Supreme Monarch had lost an arm in a single decisive strike. Now, in the very first clash of weapons, he was being overwhelmed with disorienting swiftness. They had expected that a new Planetary-level being like Anthony would be significantly inferior in combat, yet the reality before them shattered that notion completely.

Their previous understanding had been formed from a mere video of Anthony's battle with Lilith, seen through a handheld device. They had not experienced his true power firsthand. Now, seeing it live, they realized how drastically mistaken they had been.

Anthony and the Second Supreme Monarch became streaks of blinding light, one a brilliant white, the other a searing crimson. Their collision generated forces that seemed to rend space itself, shattering the void at the points of contact. Each strike produced echoes of clashing steel that rolled through the battlefield like distant thunder, reverberating in the ears of every observer, leaving them suspended in tense awe.

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

Anthony moved with the authority of a cosmic emperor instructing a foot soldier, his katana striking from all conceivable angles with fluid precision, each movement executed with an artistry that bordered on the divine.

Left. Right. Below. Above. Center.

The Second Supreme Monarch strained to match his opponent's pace. His movement was extraordinary, bending perception and seemingly warping time itself, yet no matter how rapidly he shifted or struck, it was never enough. Anthony anticipated every angle, every motion, and countered with precision so perfect that it seemed predestined.

A slash streaked toward his ribs. He saw it coming and prepared to evade, he did not parry. Instead, he adjusted his body with composure and grace, sidestepping fluidly. But Anthony's katana seemed to think ahead, altering its trajectory mid-motion, striking regardless of the evasive maneuver.

In a blinding flash of silver fury, the blade met flesh, shredding the Second Supreme Monarch's shoulder with a precision so clinical it was almost beautiful.

"Impossible!" the Vampire screamed inwardly, his voice lost to the fury of battle.

He was ancient, a being of extraordinary power, speed, and experience. He had mastered countless sword forms over centuries of combat. Yet here he was, overwhelmed not merely by Anthony's speed or strength, but by his understanding of battle itself, his tactical intuition, and his flawless execution. A human child, merely nineteen years old, was dominating a Supreme Monarch as though the centuries of training and power meant nothing.

Pride surged within the Vampire. He refused to abandon his sword or change tactics. He would defeat this child with the very weapon that had just severed his arm.

Blood-red energy surged violently through his body and blade, his form shifting as he drew on the unique, arcane power accessible only to vampires. His eyes burned like twin rubies, and the very air seemed to stutter under the weight of his presence. In an instant, millions of strands of blood-red sword intent erupted from him, each carrying a fragment of his fury and madness, converging on Anthony in a torrent of intent that threatened to drown him.

Anthony smiled, unflinching, his serene demeanor a stark contrast to the storm around him. He had no intention of ending the battle quickly. Instead, he sought to drive the Second Supreme Monarch to the brink of madness, letting the fury consume him before his inevitable defeat.

The same blood-red energy bloomed across Anthony's katana, smooth, calm and effortlessly. His Physique, possessed the ability to wield all forms of energy, harmonized with the vampire's unique power as if it were his own. Though unnecessary to match the Second Supreme Monarch's speed and strength, Anthony displayed it deliberately, an unmistakable declaration that a mere human could outclass a being who had honed his skill for millennia.

Crimson and white streaked across the battlefield, Anthony moving as a phantom of pure motion, diving headlong into the Second Supreme Monarch's storm. He did not dodge, did not parry. He became the storm, an unstoppable force that consumed all attacks hurled against him.

His movements blurred across every axis, his own sword intent merging seamlessly with the blood energy, slicing through every fragment of the Vampire's assault. Explosions erupted throughout the hidden realm, titanic in scale, reminiscent of dying stars collapsing under their own weight.

Other Supreme Monarchs retreated instantly, scattering for safety to avoid being caught in the apocalyptic maelstrom.

Cosmic dust erupted midair, shrouding everything in a haze of destruction and chaos. Yet through this veil, Anthony tore forward, katana screaming toward the Second Supreme Monarch's neck, a force so absolute it seemed to defy the laws of existence itself.

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