Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 80: Ask (1)

Lightning burst from Dyon’s body, flooding into his every pore and crevice.

‘[Thunder God].’

Dyon flashed forward, weaving through the endless bombardment of grey orbs with nothing but a streak of golden lightning left in his wake.

‘[Carnage].’

Ruby red spears etched in ancient runes appeared all around Dyon. The number was so outrageously large that the room was seemingly coated in a blanket of crimson.

Even if they could suppress Dyon’s qi, body and soul strength, what they couldn’t do was eliminate his reserves. Since they wanted to suppress him, he was drown them out in quantity.

100 spears weren’t enough? Have a thousand. A thousand weren’t enough? Have a million!

At the same time, Dyon’s ability to sustain his weakened wills became near endless. Even though he could only now summon intents, the scale to which he could use them were far beyond the level of a celestial.

In that instant, the 100-meter diameter became filled with nothing but Dyon’s attacks. And endless barrage from all sides converging upon Famine with a reckless abandon.

Unfortunately, this seemed to grind the progression of the battle to a halt. A stalemate of oddly epic proportions would have filled the eyes of observers had there been any aside from the obscure three voices.

Dyon pushed [Thunder God] to its max, pumping his body with endless joules of lightning. He wasn’t very surprised that it was even more effective at fighting off the famine qi thank holy type qi was. After all, the fundamental basis of famine qi was snatching energy. What if Dyon simply produced more energy than it could eat up?

[Thunder God] was one of the legacy techniques left by the Lightning Sparrow within the Lightning Willow Mask and happened to be of the Divine Grade. It was supposed to work to increase fast twitch reflexes and muscles, but who knew Dyon would use it to turn himself into a battery?

‘They can’t limit my stamina… They can’t limit the burning of my soul… And they can’t limit the level of technique I can use because my qi will always be enigmatic qi fundamentally. These are my keys to victory.’

Dyon continuously brandished his dragon king sword in an attempt to break past Famine’s defenses. However, they seemed completely impenetrable.

Even under the rain of red spears and piercing golden lightning, it silently kept its palms pressed together.

The balance that hovered before it shifted ever so slightly with Dyon’s every strike, seemingly capable of perfectly producing the energy needed counter.

Maybe the most frustrating part was that the lightning qi Famine’s famine qi ate away floated back into the air, becoming more grey orbs that were used to attack Dyon once more.

To make matters worse, though the famine knight didn’t actively attack himself, his horse was a different matter entirely….

Dyon pupils constricted. ‘… Shit.’

The black horse’s nostrils suddenly flared, a neigh that sounded more like a roar aiming toward Dyon.

In an instant, a surging pool of energy swirled at the entrance of its mouth, forming into a massive sphere of famine qi.

It was then Dyon realized that the famine qi wasn’t only leaving his body and into the air only to attack him once more, but was actually part of a charging process that would be used as an attack by this damned horse!

Dyon was far too close to dodge. His Divine Sense was far too susceptible to distortions in energy to see through the patterns in qi movement and prevent this from happening. At the same time, his ambitious attempt to cover for lack of quality with quantity had obscured the vision of his Perception. To top it all off, it was his own unbridled use of qi that powered this attack.

One could say he brought this all upon himself.

Dyon barely covered his chest with the broad body of the dragon king just as the beam of grey qi slammed into him.

He felt as though his arms were collapsing even as he flew backward through a rain of his own red spears.

Luckily, he still had the wherewithal to push them out of his way by manipulating his soul qi, but there was nothing he could do about the air that was knocked out of him the moment he slammed into the opposite wall.

Dyon coughed violently, what seemed like liters of blood pooling at his feet.

‘I asked for that one…’

Dyon still had the mind to chuckle to himself. It seemed he hadn’t fought a real battle in so long that he lost all of his battle sense. What a pitiful sight he was now.

He weakly stood, cracking the stiffness in his neck away.

‘That balance is a problem. Isn’t famine supposed to appear third? Why do I have to deal with him first…?’

Dyon loosened his shoulders, not even noticing the grin on his own face.

“He’s a madman. The same madman.” The voice trembled beside itself.

‘A balance huh…’ Dyon slowly thought to himself. ‘… There’s a fourth thing they can’t restrict as well… My constitutions.’  

Dyon’s pupils flickered between an opaque white and a dazzle silver-blue. With every flicker, he seemed to enter the white state for longer and longer. Eventually, his smile disappeared completely, replaced by an expressionless gaze hidden behind eyes as white as pearls.

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