Emperor's Reckoning

The figure stood with his back straight despite his original height had been halved. The aura surrounding and exuding from him deterred every nature to bow at him. His four blacktails were lighter than air but their density was immense.

He used one tail of his to keep his now loose black pants in place on his waist as a belt. Though he looked wild and younger than the rest of the people surrounding him, the others knew that he was a power to be reckoned with. 

Ayumu looked at the figure with a slight surprise on her face. For a glimpse, he looked exactly like Lyon however, now that she had a good look at the face of the figure in front of her, she started to doubt, The face was way younger than she last remembered him and the eyes were golden bright almost the same as when she used the bloodline inside her veins, yet, the aura was totally different.

Lyon's eyes were focusing on the silver-haired girl that Ayumu was carrying on her back. There was nothing else in his view as he felt a nostalgic feeling hitting him. Though not a year had passed since he arrived in this multi-worlds, she was probably one of the people he met the least despite being the very first one when he arrived. It was a bittersweet experience, especially on his butt and hers.

Lyon looked at his right palm with a dumb smile. He still remembered vividly that heart-shaped paradise pillows that he slapped harder than a sack of rice in a supermarket and the bounce with the perfect ambiance of the shower room.

"You, you are Lyon right?"

"Hm?"

Lyon raised his eyebrows before he took a glance at the pink-haired woman with dimples on her cheeks. 

"Of course I am, I'm not a twin hahaha."

Lyon laughed despite the heavy atmosphere from the Top Boards. He seemed to be nonchalant or care about the surrounding powers that could choke an infant. 

"Really? You look younger and ... short?"

"Hm? This is is just the transformation I use from my grandfather."

He dumbly smiled as he rubbed his head like that of a monkey before he wryly said, "Honestly, how the hell did you even end up here?"

Ayumu was slightly surprised by his question before she realized it was not meant for her. Though she was kind of embarrassed she asked, "Who is she, Lyon?"

"The first woman I've ever meet in this crazy cultivation and magic world."

His answer only brought more confusion to her end. She thought that his identity was the old man's bastard son, but it seemed it's far deeper than that. 

"Really?"

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"En, I have no doubt once I saw that black dragon rose from the ground that it would come from her. The shifting landmasses and the huge crater beside us, I know that was produced not by you but by her. Honestly, though, I never thought she could pull off something like that. Gungnir seemed to like her a lot."

"Gungnir? Ah, that's the name of the spear she used right? I must say the ominous black lightning was making me restless, haha."

Lyon nodded, "Haha, it stings alright, however, the master of the weapon won't feel a thing if they were strong enough, and I'm not talking about physical strength."

He took a glance at Sylvianna and could see pieces of her garment had a burnt mark on its end. The burn was fresh as he could smell some of it from his nostrils and a little bit of white smoke was permeating out of it. He shook his head as even the heat at such a degree still didn't wake her up.

(This is him?! The one that did all those things?! His cultivation is low!) thought Kaiju with his face turning bitter each second. He was fumed with anger for someone to chose Lyon, a mortal with cultivation far beneath him to win and sat on the throne. (Are they really blind?! He might be able to produce such a feat, but the battle is all that matters in cultivation!). He buried his fingers inside his palm as he walked forward.

"So, you are Lyon Torga."

Kaiju creased his eyebrows, he was not the one that called him out, it was the Wind Fist, Tusak. 

Lyon glanced over to the man with a bronze complexion. He could plainly see the power hidden within those lean muscles of his. Not to mention the braided hairstyle combined with the martial arts, it was a dead giveaway.

"I am, Lyon Torga," answered Lyon with a smirk on his face while crossing his arms. Lyon obviously knew nothing about the man that called him out nor did he care about the latter's identity. He could see that the man was ever exuding his aura to fight. He wanted to battle.

Tusak smiled, "Are you the one that evoked the last phenomenon, yes or no?"

Lyon nodded without hesitation, "Yes, I did that."

"You stay out of this Tusak, he is mine."

Lyon creased his eyebrows before he glanced over to the man that was wearing a loose white garb. The red hair was vibrant and well-textured despite the short length. He sparked divinity that no other Crown Winners had, a different aura compared to Tusak. 

Ayumu chuckled, "Looks like you have become famous, Lyon."

Lyon's eyes were squinted as he heard the sarcastic tone from the woman standing behind him. (If only I was famous amongst the girls instead of a monk and a guy that looked like he is attracted to a guy).

He shook his head, "I'm me, I'm not yours, heck I don't even know who you are."

Ayumu and Tusak were surprised by Lyon's remark. From the way he acted, he was not indicating that he lied about it either. The latter shrugged his shoulder against Kaiju, the man who sat at the topmost of the Top Boards.

"You what?!"

Lyon creased his eyebrows as the man in white garb was obviously fuming, either by the expression or his tone. 

Ayumu whispered in his ear before the latter nodded. 

"You seem to be so agitated about your fame that only now did it reached my ears from my dear friend, Ayumu. The.. uh... Birds..."

"Garuda."

"Garuda! Garuda's Daughter."

Ayumu's had black lines over her head, to think that she had to correct him to say her nickname right. (This guy, he is powerful but quite ignorant to his surrounding or even his generation! So much for introducing me as a dear friend.) thought Ayumu.

"Heh, hahahaha!"

Kaiju suddenly let out a burst of a laugh as he looked at the sky. His eyes wide opened with his pupils slightly shrunk along with his sanity. He started to mutter.

"Why, why! Has the world gone mad? I'm literally Heaven's Son! My place is not here in this sick mortal world! I was supposed to live above this plane! And now! A weak guy with a low cultivation level even dare to speak back against me? What a laughable joke! Not to mention that silver-haired woman. How come that she could enter the Throne tournament!"

Lyon saw Kaiju talking to himself towards the sky before he turned around and shrugged, "Is that guy crazy?"

Ayumu immediately broke out a chuckle. She couldn't believe what Lyon was saying under the heavy atmosphere that Kaiju kept spreading out. 

"Let me hold Sylviana."

Lyon opened his arms but Ayumu seemed to doubt his intentions. Considering that he already had a powerful woman that was literally a dragon with a powerful bloodline. 

"Oh, so that is her name, hahaha," she chuckled but she didn't give Sylviana for him to hold. 

Lyon shook his head with a laugh, "Don't worry, I won't do anything weird to her."

"Hmm... fine."

How could Ayumu rejected those charming eyes of his. His charisma was even higher than the screaming madlad behind him.

Lyon carried her on his back before turning around, "Okay then, you guys do what you want to do, goodbye!"

Ayumu and Tusak opened their eyes in disbelief. They couldn't believe that their meetings would end up anti-climatic.

"Where do you think you're going!"

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