Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 266: Auction House (7)

Dyon’s blood seemed to roar, causing Fist King’s eyes to light up.

He looked like the king of a mountain, looking down on the world with just his fists to rely on.

A brown essence coated Dyon’s fists as it slammed into his nearest enemy.

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The eerie sound of human life becoming a fountain of blood filled the crumbled auction house.

‘This is how a man should be!’ The Fist King spoke silently to himself. ‘Ruling the world with nothing but the fists he was born with!’

If those of the Fist King’s life knew that he was praising a junior using a mere lower common level technique, they might die in shock. But, despite the fact Dyon had only just stepped into the initial stage, his bearing was comparable to a man who wanted to rule the world with his fists, immediately gaining the Fist King’s respect.

The truth was that Dyon wasn’t so passionate about fist techniques, or any techniques, for that matter. There was only one thing he had in mind: to arrogantly stare down at the world from the heavens, no matter what technique it was that used.

His eyes continued to shine a blinding gold as his leg swung forward.

A cloud of wispy smoke trailed Dyon’s kick as yet another head burst into a gory shower of blood.

Dyon body burst through the skies, disappearing and appearing at will…

Every disappearance dodged seemingly impossible to escape situations while every appearance resulted in a death.

[Sweeping the Clouds with One Leg] was a kicking technique with only a single form, a high kick sweeping forward with the majesty of the skies. However, Dyon delved right into the essence of it immediately as his mind comprehended more and more.

‘What does it mean to sweep the clouds… It means being able to destroy something weightless with a thought, to make the formless bend to your will, to shatter what shouldn’t be shattered…’

Dyon’s thought were becoming more profound than even what the creator intended even as his movement technique seamlessly stepped into the completion stage, shocking his master to no end.

[Overbearing Mountain Bear Fists] was yet another technique that took its title very seriously. To be overbearing, to rule over a mountain, to have the power of a Bear.

Dyon’s fists shattered through the initial success stage, climbing to the small success stage as the mighty roar of a Bear broke through the skies.

Fists and kicks rained downward, switching from one to another with ease.

The brown essence coating Dyon’s fists became more refined, growing in luster and gaining an added sheen.

Dyon became a devilish nightmare for the essence gatherers, however he continued to use the saints to circulate and improve his movement technique.

To others though, it looked as though he wasn’t confident in defeating them, so he avoided them, picking on the weak.

This caused constant jeers to sound from the enemy saints, however, even if Dyon could hear them, he wouldn’t care. In the end, all those saints could do was rush after Dyon, trying their best to surround him.

However, one death still became ten, and ten became a hundred, and a hundred became two hundred.

The lives of essence gatherers were reaped with such ease that even Elder Bowa felt a shiver creep up his spine. This was because he could tell that Dyon wasn’t using strength that surpassed the normal realms of an essence gatherer!

Despite having a celestial body, Dyon purposely held his strength back, relying solely on his comprehension of the techniques to power him. At that moment, he was a true early stage essence gatherer, yet he reaped the lives of those at his cultivation level so easily… This was the power of having techniques to rely on!

During his whole journey thus far, Dyon had never had any attack techniques to speak of. Yet, as he climbed deeper and deeper into his comprehension, he suddenly realized how stupid he had been to ignore this facet of cultivation for so long. If he wasn’t so focused, he’d be tilting his head back, laughing at the heavens.

As for the spirits, they had never seen such quick breakthroughs in their lives. Of course, for them, as dao formation experts, they could learn a common level technique in the blink of an eye. However, Dyon wasn’t a dao formation expert! Just what level would his comprehension reach when he was at their level?!

BOOM!

An illusory bear matted with golden-brown fur seemed to swing its fists in unison with Dyon’s. It stood on its hind legs, roaring into the skies as though to remind the world that it was King. At that moment, there was no doubt that Dyon had reached the completion stage… Every life he reaped no longer left a rain of blood because even the drops of crimson were completely obliterated!

Dyon’s legs whipped forward at blinding speeds. The air bent to his will, the clouds dispersed at his whim, and his power bore down on the world, uncaring for the cries and pleas of mercy. In this world, there was only him and his leg, sweeping through the skies.

Mist began to surround Dyon as his legs disappeared into a blur.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Dyon’s fists and legs could no longer be contained by the body of one. The air currents ripped through the skies, reaping two lives at once, then three. Eventually, a single sweep of his leg or even a single raging fist took ten lives at once!

From the beginning of the fight until now, a mere ten minutes had passed, yet Dyon had learned three techniques to the peak level their creators intended.

In one moment, he was a herd of gazelles galloping at ridiculous speeds, in another he was king of a mountain, roaring into the skies with disdain for the world, and in the next, his legs could cause destruction to even the air itself.

The most shocking part was that with every movement he took, with every fist he threw out, with every leg that swept through the skies, he became more and more powerful, as though he was still seeking a new level, as though it still wasn’t enough!

Elder Bowa’s expression could only become worse and worse. Eventually, he grit his teeth. “Ready the formation!”

There were many fail safes implemented into the Soul Market, but not all of them involved destroying everything in sight. One of them involved a kill array that once protected Soul Rending Peak at the height of its powers…

Elder Bowa was unwilling to use it because unlike the teleportation array, its power consumption relied on the energy stones of today, something that made his heart bleed.

However, he only asked for the array to be prepared as a precautionary measure. As far as he was concerned, the moment he personally acted, this would all be over.

“Come and die!” He roared, charging into the skies after Dyon’s flashing body with a speed that put Dyon’s movement technique to shame.

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