Terra Nova Online: Rise of The Strongest Player

Chapter 818: Disbelief

Condensing the Black Sun was a far more dangerous process than Leo initially thought it would be, as the moment he used [Mimic] to recreate the move, a swirling mess of black flames began to erupt all around him.

‘Hot— Hot, Hot’ Leo thought, as although he did not scream out-loud, he realized the urgency of having to deal with the heat and flame damage, as without hesitation, he crushed his one and only [Flame Protection Token] that he had prepared for this very fight years ago.

*Crunch*

As soon as he crushed the token, Leo received 100% immunity against all future flame damage for 10 minutes, allowing him to handle the heat that the Black Sun emitted.

“No wonder this is a move that only the Black Dragon can perform….. No human, or Demon would be able to pull off this move. The resulting heat-wave would kill them in an instant” Leo mused to himself, as channeling Dumpy’s mana through his body, he forced the black flames to enlarge and strengthen, the black sun growing steadily in size.

However, as Leo forced the black flames to enlarge and strengthen, a ripple of pure disbelief spread through the demon spectators, creeping into their bones like an undeniable curse.

At first, no one reacted, their minds failing to process what their eyes were witnessing, but then the realization hit, and when it did, it crashed into them like an unrelenting storm.

“No… no, that’s impossible,” one of the Demon Counts muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the deafening silence that had consumed the demon ranks.

“There’s no way—THERE’S NO WAY—” another screamed, grabbing onto the railing of his broken seat, as if trying to test if this was a dream or reality.

“He’s recreating the Black Sun…? But only dragons… only the GREAT dragons…”

The demons watching from the stands felt their very worldview shatter, their beliefs, their understanding of magic, and their perception of power all crumbling in the face of the impossible.

The Black Sun was not just a technique, it was a forbidden legacy, an ability so ancient and feared that even among the demon race, only the strongest of the great dragons were capable of unleashing it.

Hence, to see a human—a lesser being, a mortal—command those very same flames and begin forging them into a weapon of celestial destruction was not just an offense to nature, it was an outright defiance of the world’s order.

The Demon Counts, once regal and poised, had transformed into panicked, trembling messes, their gazes locked onto the arena in front with wide, disbelieving eyes.

Some tried to rationalize what they were seeing, tried to convince themselves that it was some elaborate trick or illusion, but no matter how they twisted their logic, the flames surrounding the human emperor refused to disappear.

“It… it has to be a trick, right?” one noble whispered, his voice tinged with desperation. “Even if he saw it once, even if he memorized the technique, a human body doesn’t have the capacity to channel such power—!”

“Then explain what’s happening in front of you, fool!” another snapped, his hands gripping his horns in sheer frustration.

But there was no explanation. There was no logical reason behind what was unfolding before them, as all they could do was watch, paralyzed by the overwhelming realization that something was happening that should never have been possible.

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Meanwhile, far above the battlefield, Anos and Drogo remained frozen in stunned silence as they watched the swirling black flames condense in the hands of their opponent, growing larger, stronger, and more defined with each passing second.

Anos initially felt stunned when Dumpy suddenly jumped towards the incoming attack, as in his eyes it was a suicidal move, however, as the giant frog began to consume and dispell the black sun, Anos felt his worldview shatter.

“That Ancient Swamp Frog has grown into a formidable opponent. He’s learnt the mana absorption ability well–” Drogo said, as although he was impressed by Dumpy dispelling his move, he wasn’t shocked by it.

However, what shocked Drogo was seeing Leo recreate it within seconds, as in his eyes that was simply supposed to be impossible.

The Black Dragons were a species revered as one of the strongest beings in the mortal lands.

And the [Black Sun] was an attack that put significant strain on even their toughest bodies.

It wasn’t a move that simply anyone could recreate even if they had the mana for it, because it took unbelievable physical resilience for one to hold and condense the flames.

Resilience that lesser species like humans simply did not have.

“I… I don’t understand what’s going on anymore—” Drogo muttered, his voice thick with disbelief, his mind unable to rationalize the scene playing out below him.

This was his move.

This was his greatest weapon, a technique that had taken him decades to master, a move so catastrophic that even he, the mighty Black Dragon, could only use it once per battle before it drained him of so much mana and strength that he needed time to recover.

It was not a move that could be casually cast. It was not a move that could be stolen. It was a technique that should have been beyond human comprehension, let alone execution.

And yet, he was watching it happen.

Even now, his body was still recovering from unleashing the Black Sun just moments ago, his mana reserves significantly depleted, and despite his overwhelming strength, he had not yet descended back to the battlefield, as even for him, the cost of unleashing such a celestial-level move was enormous.

And yet, this human—this lesser being—was standing tall, not only unscathed, but actively condensing his own version of the attack, as for the first time in decades, Drogo felt he was at a complete loss for words.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to work.

This wasn’t supposed to be possible.

And yet—it was happening right in front of him.

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(Meanwhile, on the Human Side of the Audience)

While the demons were struggling to comprehend the sheer madness of what they were seeing, the human audience was experiencing the complete opposite reaction.

For a moment, an unnatural silence filled the stands.

Then—pure chaos erupted.

“I KNEW IT! I FREAKING KNEW IT—” a player screamed, leaping onto his seat with such force that he nearly fell over the edge of the stands.

A roar of unrestrained excitement burst through the human side of the arena, with players clutching their heads, grabbing onto each other, and screaming at the top of their lungs as the long-standing conspiracy theory that had followed ‘TheBoss’ for months—if not years—was finally confirmed before their very eyes.

“HE CAN COPY MOVES HE SEES! I TOLD YOU GUYS! I TOLD YOU ALL!”

“The conspiracy was real?! There were forums dedicated to this! Some people wrote entire theories about it!”

“It was never just a theory—IT’S A FACT! THEBOSS CAN MIMIC MOVES HE SEES PERFORMED ONCE!”

Someone shouted, as today it seemed to be confirmed that Leo had such ability.

For months, for years, players had speculated that ‘TheBoss’ possessed a hidden ability—one that allowed him to duplicate any move he witnessed just once.

And while some had dismissed it as coincidence, others had insisted it was a game-breaking skill that he had been hiding all this time, but now—there was no room for doubt.

The conspiracy theory was no longer a theory.

It was real.

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