Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 100: Man (2)

Dyon felt that he had too much to fight for, too much weight on his shoulders, to fall here.

In the past, projecting his inner world was an affair he could only sustain for a few brief moments. But now, with him being infinitesimally close to the dao formation realm, the burden on his body had significantly lessened. Though there was still a pressured weight pressing down upon him, it was significantly more comfortable in comparison to the past.

Without much more thought, Dyon released everything he had. His manifestation, his soul qi halo, his dragon king armor, his wings… He even released Titan Emperor’s Will to the third stage, pushing himself to the absolute limit.

Though Oshire would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised by Dyon’s sudden stability, especially in comparison to his trembling self just moments ago, just this much… wasn’t enough.

With solemn expressions, Madeleine, Ri and Clara watched on from above Planet Ragnor. Though just moments ago, they could feel the overwhelming presence of a Planet Grade Empire, Dyon’s True Domain instantly shielded them all. Watching his back from a distance… It felt like, once again, he was carrying the weight for them all…

Dyon shot forward, his gaze expressionless, his actions calm and filled with purpose.

Oshire didn’t seem to have to move a single muscle. Thousands of gazes of disdain landed upon Dyon, the will of countless million years of Sapientia heritage bore down on him, forming a thin golden barrier his fists smashed against.

Dyon felt his bones quake as microtears spread, but his second fist flashed forward nonetheless. historical

Dyon bombarded the shield with everything he had, unleashing technique after technique.

Across space, two expressionless gazes met. One motionless man with a single arm, and a second raging man with blood flying from his fists. Despite one being seemingly far more injured than the either, the difference was too stark.

Even with his True Domain released, Dyon’s inner world still had to rely on the Heavens to exist. As a result, he didn’t have the ability to seal the Faith of others from reaching this place.

The barrier hardly bulged. It vibrated silently, as though it was being tickled.

“… Ha!” An exclamation left Dyon’s lips as he finally had no choice but to release his Faith.

A calm silvery light enveloped him as his incarnation appeared in the skies behind his looming manifestation.

The sight of thousands of aged men and women standing in the skies to one side adorned in golden robes, contrasted with the sight of a single man, standing alone amid a torrent of disdainful gazes shook those watching to the core. Maybe only this matter truly put things into perspective… Dyon was alone.

Dyon’s strike finally did more than vibrate the barrier. A loud boom reverberated through Ragnor Universe. There was no doubt that had it not been for Dyon’s True Domain containing everything, Planet Ragnor would have shattered just by virtue of the reverberations… And yet, the barrier still didn’t fall.

Fiery flames of black coated his fists as a torrential rain of attacks blasted toward the barrier.

Madeleine clenched a silver necklace hanging from her neck, her heart aching. It felt as though something within her chest was collapsing. The sight of Dyon giving everything he had, yet not being able to take even a single step forward, hit her like the weight of the world.

It could only be described as heart wrenching.

Oshire watched as Dyon released his everything onto the golden barrier. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find any despair or reluctance in this young man’s gaze. All he saw was an unbridled confidence.

It didn’t matter what grade his Empire was. It didn’t matter how strong he was. It didn’t matter how high the mountain before Dyon was. Even right now, he had never doubted his victory.

Dyon’s golden eyes, marked with strings of green shone brightly.

To him this was it. This right here was the true beginning of his legend.

Win and he’d build a glorious empire with the Sapientia Clan as his sacrificial lamb.

Lose… And everything he had come to know and love would be gone.

The six black gold rings of Dyon’s manifestation rotated, turning his weapon’s pagoda to the very top. In that instant, countless weapons flew into Dyon’s hands, each of them with the strength of the supreme grade.

Sabers with vicious curves. Spears with unrelenting piercing power. Halberds of menacing killing intent.

They distorted and forced the barrier to crack.

Dyon released another weapon, descending upon the barrier with [Descending Palm], black flames and lightning coating his hands.

“[Vanishing Fists]!”

Gears of gold spun in Dyon’s eyes, applying [Shrink] several times over and concentrating the already violent blackhole force of [Vanishing Fists] into an even tighter window.

It felt as though the world had collapsed. A ferocious tearing noise sounded as Dyon’s One with Self [Vanishing Fists] finally crumbled the barrier.

Dyon shot forward once more, not having any idea the level of despair his wives and people were currently facing…

Dyon was completely unaffected… But this wasn’t the case for others…

Why? Because this entire sequence had taken 12 hours…

And… Before he could even reach Oshire… Another one barrier appeared. Then a second. And a third.