Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 204: Second Phase (4)

Book 7: Chapter 204: Second Phase (4)

Those spectating looked toward Dyon with an incredulous expression. Was this kid a fool? Did he expect them to help him now that he had so valiantly stepped out? What a joke. They’d just wait for him to tire himself out and whittle away at the puppets they needed to deal with. They had never seen such an idiot in their lifetime.

At that moment, the two azure robed Comet Lords looked at each other and nodded. They had reached a tacit understanding.

‘He’s nothing but a peak saint… Where does his confidence come from?’ Kali snorted. How ridiculous.

Lingering dissatisfaction from how Dyon berated her and the other Flaming Lily Sect disciples months ago was bearing its fruit now. She didn’t appreciate Dyon’s arrogant attitude despite his handsome face. If anything, the fact he was so attractive only made her dislike him more.

Dyon smiled lightly as he saw the 49 celestial Sentries charging toward him. ‘Anyone below the first grade is nothing to me…’

His body began to sway in an enigmatic matter. It was almost as though he became illusory at time, disappearing into the wind without presence.

At first, those spectating had expected an immediate struggle to break out. Although Dyon had defeated Comet Lord Wilder in a single blow, there were multiple factors to consider. First of all, he had the support of his beast companions, beast companions he had clearly put away in some sort of hidden space. Secondly, he used an attack that took several seconds to complete. Such a technique in a battle between celestials was completely useless. Even a saint wouldn’t allow you so much to charge a technique. And, lastly, Wilder was simply not that powerful.

Although Wilder was a first grade genius, he was just of the first order. In addition, he had leaped into the skies to attack Dyon in a world where flight was restricted. His movement were inherently handicapped. To top all of this off, he had only just recently broken into the middle celestial realm! He would struggle against even one high celestial second grade puppet, let alone the peak celestial second grade puppets here.

However, this destruction of a True God they were expecting didn’t happen. Dyon’s body slipped into and out of existence with such an ease that they felt a chill in their hearts. He looked so at ease, yet the movements he was executing proved how powerful his divine sense was. Not a single matter slipped his recognition.

Dyon found that his spatial control was even further dampened within the range of the sky castle. In fact, he could only move a single meter in any direction. But, that was more than enough!

Whenever he felt himself falling from the skies, he would flash upward. His control was so precise that from a spectator’s view, it seemed that he was gliding across a see-through floor instead of the empty skies he was! After decades of refining his energy manipulation in Chaos Universe, he had reached otherworldly levels.

“Could it be that he’s flying? How… That should be impossible here for anyone who –“ Seventh Ranked Inner Disciple Egan Goldeen began muttering to himself but his last words were cut off as he received the glares of the Golden Crow disciples around him.

First Ranked Inner Disciple Louis Goldeen looked toward Dyon with interest. As an inner disciple, he had yet to break into the celestial realm, so he treated Dyon as a rival. He had yet to realize that he was delusional.

“He isn’t flying, he’s using incredibly precise control of his spatial will and his movement techniques to make it seem like he is.” He said, somewhat breathlessly. He had never seen something so beautiful.

“What is the point of that?” Egan’s face twisted in disdain. Ever since he shouldered the responsibility of losing so many Key Towers in the campaign against Madeleine and Alidor, he had hated Dyon to the core.

Second Ranked Inner Disciple Meaghan Goldeen looked toward her cousin in contempt. “Would it kill you to not sound stupid for a single second?

“Puppets are simple creatures and don’t have the flexible thinking of humans. Since they’re fighting in the skies, True God Sacharro would be placed at a disadvantage if he was attacked from front, back, above and below. He’s keeping his line of trajectory perfectly straight without deviating so that the simple-minded puppets continue to attack him head on. If he dipped up and down, the puppets would spread out more and attack from more variable angles.”

Egan snorted. “None of that matters. He’ll be slapped to death with a single strike from the pseudo-dao puppet.”

Although his cousins and siblings still disdained him, they couldn’t refute this. The pseudo-dao formation realm was a completely different animal. Even a ninth order peak celestial would have to be cautious against even a second grade pseudo-dao expert.

Ahead, Dyon couldn’t be bothered with the words of praise or disdain he was receiving. He had used his constitution’s abilities to lower his weight to barely a million jin. With this weight and the strength of his muscles, his speed was akin to a third order peak celestial. These puppets couldn’t touch him.

In mere seconds, he sidestepped them all, dodging a last spear and flashing toward the pseudo-dao puppet.

A brilliant defensive array appeared below him, shattering under the weight of his feet as he careened forward.

Currents of booming air blasted behind him. In an instant, he made his way to the pseudo dao puppet, shining in gold under the sunlight.