Reaper of the Martial World

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Book 11: Chapter 129: Weak (2)

“You… You still dared to hold back while fighting me?”

Emytheus’ pride filled him with an endless rage. Seeing Dyon bring out such strength, strength that even seemed untouchable by the Heavens, he was absolutely seething. If Dyon brought out this level of strength before he affirmed his own Dao, he would have been crushed.

“Are you something particularly special?” Dyon replied blandly.

Emytheus jaw clenched. It wasn’t a petty anger toward Dyon’s words, but rather an undying resolve.

Was he something particular special? Did the title as the only Ancient Constitution wielder to reach the Dao Stage mean nothing? Was his strength not worth a second look? Was his resolve not special?

Emytheus began to laugh. He was so enraged that he ultimately became amused.

“You truly have a way of pissing people off.”

Emytheus spoke no more words. He had decided. Until he gained this victory, he had no more to say this man.

Dyon’s vajra body stood as a copy of him in the skies. Its looming golden wings, its black-gold rings of corporeal images, that sinister singular pupil that hung silently at the very bottom…

A golden crown slowly rotated to the top. The moment it clicked into place, radiating lights shot in every which direction.

In that same moment, 12 swords appeared around Emytheus. Facing outward from his body, they rotated slowly in the air, radiating the same platinum as his wings.

With a flash, Emytheus’ wings disappeared, 12 arcs of silver light curving through the air to combine with these 12 swords.

These 12 swords were the pinnacle creations of his Ancestor Haphaestus. Today, he would use them to kill the greatest enemy he had ever faced.

The swords expanded outward violently, becoming hundreds of meters long in an instant.

“Ha!”

Emytheus roared, his body shooting forward to meet Dyon’s as his sword clashed with the vajra body’s palms.

It was a clash that seemed to suck all of the sound and air out of the world. However, unlike in previous times, the two didn’t destroy the world around them.

Dyon’s crown radiated out fiercely, taking control of the world and containing their power. Now Dyon could fight to his heart’s content.

As Emytheus’ strength increased, so did Dyon’s. A battle of improvement shook the skies, each fighting with their prides and lives on the line. As much as Emytheus didn’t want to lay down and accept defeat, Dyon’s resolve was just as tall.

It was no longer a simple battle of strength. It was one of wills.

Dyon’s body glistened with illusory white flames for a moment before being enveloped by a sea of white, black and gold. His chaos flame, his purity flames, his golden arcs of lightning… Each subconsciously fused with his motions, becoming one with his attacks.

Dyon couldn’t fully understand this. He had already severed his Daos, yet these three elements seemed more powerful than ever. It was as though his Daos had actually restrained their power, as though they were never meant to be comprehended as Daos to begin with.

Emytheus’ blades seemed to be an extension of him. Even though they were clashing with Dyon’s vajra body, his own palm strikes were inexplicably sharp. Even while meeting Dyon’s Reaper with flesh and bone, the nicks and chips continued.

There were many times where Dyon wanted to switch Reaper out, to protect his partner’s body. However, he could feel a fierce unwillingness emitting from Reaper. It wanted to fight, it wanted to fight even if it meant it would become nothing more than a useless scrap of metal after today.

Countless thunderous strikes shook the skies. But it was slowly becoming apparent that Dyon was too much to handle.

The more strength Emytheus brought out, the more Dyon unleashed. As though he was the lead in a long-distance race, Dyon continuously pushed the pace, suppressing Emytheus to the point where he couldn’t breathe.

Emytheus couldn’t understand it. However, he retaliated with a tenacious grit. Digging deep into reserves he didn’t know his body had, he pushed back, the flurry of attacks unleashed by his 12 blades increasing with each passing moment.

‘Ancestor Athena’s Wisdom…’

Emytheus’ gaze glowed, his mind reinforcing itself several times over as his improvement speed quickened all the more.

He saw the world in different shades. Suddenly, the unexplainable became clear and the impossible entered an arm’s reach.

His mind flowed freely, all of his worries dissipating at he focused on the battle at hand. He entered a selfless state of selfless states, one Dyon couldn’t even have touched before his Dao Heart reached its current unprecedented level.

A tenacious grit empowered him. He wanted to prove Dyon wrong, he wanted look his disdain in the face and sneer back with an undying confidence.

In the past, he looked down on everything and didn’t care for fame. Even when Dyon’s name shook the mortal planes, he ignored it, believing himself to be superior in every way.  

But… On this day, he wanted the mortal plane to know his name. He wanted them to know that it was he, Emytheus Olympus, who struck Dyon Sacharro down. He was the man who toppled this Emperor of the Cosmos, this Immortal of Immortals, this God above the skies.  –> <img src=’https://st.moonquill.com/avatar/129′ alt=”…” class=”avatar-img rounded-circle border border-4 border-body”> <h6 class=”header-pretitle”> Author’s Note </h6> <h1 class=”header-title”> Awespec </h1> <h3 class=”header-subtitle text-white”>Reminder that RMW does have a patreon with the highest tier being 160 chapters ahead, chest out https://www.patreon.com/Awespec if you’d like <3 Also, my new , Dimensional Descent, just crossed the 70 chapter mark on web and over 100k words ???? stop by and have a read</h3>