Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 71: Warp (1)

On a large asteroid, a battle that resounded through a small part of Chaos Universe was taking place. In fact, the beast and man fighting had lost count of the number of asteroids they had jumped to and from. It seemed impossible for any normal asteroid to withstand the impact of their battle.

Blasts of energy radiated outward as the young man careened his fists toward a red-scaled lizard emitting skin blistering heat. historical

While the efforts of the young man were valiant, he was completely bloodied. Dead skin and muscles hung from his arms, one of his eyes had permanently swollen shut, and it seemed that his left arm was broken despite the fact he swung it forward with no remorse.

The lizard he faced was none other than a Fire-Tongued Empress. It was normally already a difficult enough opponent as an Earth Grade beast, but after being tempered by chaotic energy for so long, it was capable of beating down on the young man before it with little to no qualms.

For every punch the young man landed, he took triple the number of tail whips, vicious bites and licks of fire. To say he was losing the battle was a severe understatement.

Still he persisted, his eyes burning with passion and his blood pumping with the force of a raging waterfall.

A deathly spikes tail slammed into the young man’s broken left arm, causing him to spit up blood profusely.

Gritting his teeth, the young man was flung through the asteroid belt for several tens of miles before slamming into yet another field of chipped rocks.

“I don’t believe that I can’t win even a single fight!” The young man roared toward the oncoming lizard.

Within a small speck hovering just outside the range of the battle, six baby beasts watched on with weird expressions on their face.

Little Yang rolled his eyes for the millionth time. Little Yin looked worried, but giggled every so often. Sen mischievously picked up Shere by her long white tail before scurrying away from her adorable roar. Then there was Biibi and Linlin who did nothing but sleep. They didn’t seem worried about their master at all.

“Big brother, why do you think he isn’t using his weapons?” Little Yin suddenly asked.

“Can’t you see that he’s lost his mind? He’s so entrenched in trying to comprehend his Titan Will that he’s tossing away what it means to be human. I can’t say that his method is wrong though… It’s just that his Titan Will follows the sovereign path. If he can’t even beat saint beasts as a celestial, how is he convincing himself that he can rule anything? It’s no wonder his Titan Will is still at the 1^st

“At the very least, he should use that healing energy or his Titan Emperor’s Will, no?” Little Yin turned a worried glance back toward Dyon’s valiant figure.

“He’s following his master’s rules. He’s not allowed to use techniques above the common grade yet, remember? Plus, even if he could, there’d be no real point. He has so much room to grow in just his base form. The best way to grow in your base form is to use your base form.” Little Yang explained.

Little Yin giggled to herself. She herself knew all of these things without asking her elder brother. After all, they were both celestial hamsters. It was just that she did her sisterly role of stroking her brother’s ego.

In the end, Little Yin sighed. “He’s never going to be allowed to use high level techniques if he’s not using weapons.”

Up until now, Dyon had master 900 lower common grade weapon-related techniques and was about 80% through mastering middle common grade ones. But, he had yet to even complete 100 energy manipulation type lower common grade techniques, let alone middle common grade ones.

The only good news was that by fighting with his bare hands and legs for more than three months now, he had stepped into the high common grade fist and leg techniques. This was also true of his movement techniques.

As for blood manipulation techniques, Dyon set them off to the side for now. He wanted to first learn the secrets of body cultivation from the demon sage before he proceeded down that path.

Dyon’s fight raged on, clearly he was too stubborn to admit he had no chance of winning. He even refused to use his healing energy, instead relying on his white flames solely. He had burnt through 40% of it already in just a few months so he couldn’t bear to go through any more.

Plus, he felt more like a beast if he fought with the same ghastly nature they did. He immersed himself in the pain and sunk into a depraved and bestial mind state.

The only bestial characteristic Dyon refused to embody was running. Beasts were a race far more susceptible to bloodline suppression than others and as such often ran when they faced an enemy they knew they couldn’t beat. Yet, Dyon did the exact opposite. Unless he was certainly about to die, he didn’t even think of retreating for one moment.

Still, he was depressed. He wanted to eat this delicious beast meat, but he couldn’t even defeat one. He really was too pitiful.

“Fuck!” Dyon roared in a rage, grabbing the upper and lower jaw of the lizard and completely ignoring the sharp teeth that pierced right through his hands.

His muscles bulged as he fought against its closing jaw, unwilling to give up. However, his eyes couldn’t help but contract when he saw the sharp red tongue in its mouth suddenly glow a bright red before piercing toward him.