Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 226: Thin Sword (2)

“You two can’t still be at it can you?! The third phase already started!” Sabona barged into the couple’s room without knocking, her oversized red hammer waving about. But, when she saw the naked crossed legged Dyon and the half-dressed Madeleine, her small face reddened.

“PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” Sabona vented her embarrassment as anger, swinging her hammer toward Dyon.

An incredulous expression coated Dyon’s features as he looked toward this crazed woman. What did she think she was going to see when she came in here unannounced?

Sabona’s hammer didn’t even reach Dyon. A formless barrier emanated from almost two meters from his body, reflecting her backward and causing her to crash into the wall. Luckily for Dyon, this war machine was constructed on the Immortal Plane so such a small collision wouldn’t even dent it.

The dazed Sabona slid down the wall and into a slump, her face reddening even further.

Madeleine sighed, putting on the rest of her clothes and helping Sabona up.

“Big Sister…” Sabona began to sob like a little girl. “… He bullied me!”

Dyon felt a headache coming on. Wasn’t this “little girl” almost 100 years old by now? How can such a character be reliable on the battlefield? It’ll be better if he just keeps her inside the tower.

To make matters worse, she didn’t seem to have picked up any of the crafting abilities of her dwarf ancestors. According to Madeleine, she had never weapon forged in her life.

What a terrible fate, to have gained all the genes that stunted growth, yet none of the skills that came with it. Plus, she had clearly gained their temper as well if mortal world fairy tales were anything to go by.

Truth be told, Dyon had gone easy on her. The further from his body his silver mirror constitution projected, the weaker its reflective abilities became.

For a person who was barely around the 5^th or 6^th Order and hadn’t even stabilized their cultivation in the celestial realm yet, if Dyon let her strike his body directly, let alone a mere 100% reflection, the power would be increased even further.

Back when True God Falkor punched Dyon and suffered a loss, Dyon had quickly switched his energy to Bold Type, causing Falkor to experience an almost doubled reflection. However, now that he had gained nine additional meridians, Dyon could repeat this feat with conventional energy. One can only imagine the effects Bold Type qi would have right now.

“Yes, yes.” Madeleine stroked her head like a loving mother. “He bullied you. He’s a very bad man.”

Dyon pouted, but said nothing else. Only now did he understand the kind of dynamic his family life would have when he and Madeleine had a child. He’d never win again.

With a thought, Dyon’s eyes flashed gold and comfortable black sweatpants and a crisp white shit appeared on his body.

“You are right, it’s about time we go.”

**

The past few months had been hard on the geniuses who entered the Mystical World. Searching for the third phase castle had been even more difficult that the previous two phases.

Not only was the third phase castle located even higher in the skies, several thousand kilometers, in fact, but it also had several barriers to entry the second phase did not have. While the second phase castle only had a group of 50 puppets to pass, the third phase put the geniuses through another trial by fire, truly living up to its Golden Flame namesake.

Instead of the atmosphere growing colder as the flew higher, it grew hotter to an almost unbearable level even for them who followed the Fire Dao.

In addition, there were various unique flames that hovered in the air. Although none surpassed the celestial flame realm, they were all incredibly tyrannical. Sensing the dense fire intent housed within the various geniuses, they wanted to swallow them up for themselves, seeking a path to a higher level.

This was almost unheard of in the martial world. Usually it was cultivators who sought to devour flames, but who knew the opposite was possible as well?! historical

In the end, numerous ignorant individuals died undeserved deaths, causing the already troublesome flames to grow even fiercer. Some even evolved, taking the form of vicious beasts that multiplied their power several times over.

Many thought that there would be no end to this, and some thought it would be best to simply give up. Even if they made their way to the castle, how could it be possible to fight in such an environment? It wasn’t worth the risk of offending a True God only to lose their lives like this.

However, many pressed onward. It was they who were rewarded.

Somehow, the tyrannical flames didn’t dare to step within a 100km radius of the imposing third phase sky castle. There was no further trial, nor was there any further danger, there only lay a majestic wooden door with thirteen key holes, waiting to be used.

As though they had spoken of their plan in advance, those who had weathered the storm to make it here all stood guard before the grand doors.

Behind them, the third phase sky castle shimmered with blue, gold, black and silver flames. It seemed so ethereal that if it wasn’t for the skin searing heat it was giving off, one might think it wasn’t there at all.

The castle stretched hundreds of meters in either direction and it was only after laying your eyes on it that one understand that this wasn’t just a castle… It was the Core of this entire Mystical World.

Like this, a group of barely over ten geniuses stood with murderous intents in their gazes, waiting for the arrival of one man.