Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 12: 169: Two Techniques (3)

Book 12: Chapter 169: Two Techniques (3)

No one could believe what kind of duel of alchemy this had become. Maybe in the history of the Immortal Plane, a bout of this level had never occurred. Or, maybe those old monsters who could have a competition of this level would never do so under the eyes of so many people.

While their hearts were all gripped by Nazaire’s technique, they had lost all ability to focus on anything else but him. This resulted in them completely missing the profoundness of Dyon’s technique. In fact, even now that he had unleashed everything, they were still unaware of whether this technique was powerful or not. All they knew was that they had never seen something on this level before…

Of course, Dyon wasn’t of mind to care about such a thing. He didn’t care. Victory was the only thing on his mind. Whether or not others knew of how he grasped it, he didn’t care. In fact, he didn’t care even if they didn’t know he had grasped it at all. All that was important to him was that he knew who the true winner was.

The various creatures formed of Dyon’s flames surrounded the heavenly herbs. Ironically, like moths to a flame, they swarmed them, causing fantastic sights no less than that of Nazaire’s technique.

This technique was, of course, something the Nameless Immortal God had created. It was perfectly tailored to his two Unique Flames and took full advantage of their Characteristic.

[Frolicking Beasts of Heaven and Earth].

This was what he had named this technique. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that this was the strongest alchemy technique in existence. Or, rather, that was what he had thought before he saw Nazaire’s own created technique.

As Dyon’s grin widened, he couldn’t help but admit that his disciple’s technique was no weaker than his own. And, it had requirements no less stringent than his own.

Nazaire’s [Hymns of Silence] required one to have comprehended Silencing the Dao. Dyon’s [Frolicking Beasts of Heaven and Earth] required one to have both the Purity and Chaos Flame!

In Dyon’s first life, he had taken four disciples in secret. He had hoped to fill his heart with those four young men he saw as his own sons. The impact of the loss of his wives was too hard and it was never his intention to continuously replace them with new women… it was just that life always seemed to love playing tricks on him.

Seeing one Little Nazaire blooming in his own path so brightly, he couldn’t help but smile.

The sight of a young man looking toward an old man with the gentle expression of an elder could shake anyone to the core. But, this was exactly what was happening now.

That said… as his master, Dyon could tell that the shadow over Nazaire’s heart hadn’t disappeared. Despite the success he had grasped in his life, it still hadn’t been enough. And, it was obvious the bitterness hadn’t disappeared either, or else he would have never made things difficult for him simply because of his affiliation with Abraxus. He should obviously be aware that Abraxus was his grand Master.

Dyon had come here for Little Gold’s corpse. By the laws of Pill Sword Mountain, anyone who could complete all three Gauntlets had the right to a precious treasure to three treasures of the Peak God Grade. Of course… Maybe only Dyon would be insane enough to do all three Gauntlets back to back like this. Usually, those who were even crazy enough to attempt it would only do so across millions, even billions of years.

However, to Dyon, though Little Gold was a close friend of his, Nazaire was just as important to him. And, the first step toward helping this disciple of his was crushing him.

Dyon had never been a gentle handed guide. He taught by example, taught with pain, taught with hardship.

At this moment, this disciple of his already believed that he could match his master. Or, maybe he believed that Dyon would have to regain his previous strength first before he would truly have to worry.

But, maybe out of habit, he had brought out his full strength regardless of these thoughts. It was his only chance for payback, the only way to alleviate some of that bitterness in his heart.

It seemed that he would have to teach this disciple of his a good lesson.

“[Devour].”

The flame beasts enveloped the heavenly herbs, ripping them apart as though they were just normal vegetation.

Dyon suddenly stood.

His hair changed, lengthening and becoming a bright silver. His hazel-green eyes bloomed and deepened, looking like the depths of the stars as they reflected like two beautiful opal gems.

He stood a step forward toward Little Chibi, his hair billowing in the air.

At the same time, Nazaire stretched out toward his cauldron as well. Maybe it was only now that the world realized that the true match had yet to begin to this point. Their hearts were leaping out of their throats, but this was only the first time these two touched their alchemy cauldrons!

The pieces of the heavenly platform left beneath Dyon’s feet shattered, his aura growing. His imposing presence made others forget the Silencing of the Daos for just a moment…

And then, he struck his cauldron with a palm.

Like the Gongs of Heaven had sounded, ripples stretched across the Immortal Plane.