Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Chapter 933 Many Things

In his entire time in the martial world, Dyon had never fought an opponent, with cultivation similar to his own, that had senses sharper than his own. Even Saru, albeit because she was fairly young, seemed incomparably slow to Dyon. However, now, not only was his soul sealed, causing his senses to drastically drop, it could very well be his movements that seems slow to Asyna!

By the time everyone's ears register the reverberating boom of Asyna's acceleration, she had long since closed the distance between her and Dyon to a mere handful of feet.

Dyon threw out a simple punch, maintaining his calmness even in the face of the unease he felt having divine sense locked onto him.

However, Asyna seemed to have seen through it long ago. Her curvaceous body bent at an impossible angle, allowing only the very tips of her long black hair to graze Dyon's fist as she threw her own directly into Dyon's abdomen.

A muffled grunt left Dyon's lips as his body keeled over, but, he wasn't sent flying. Asyna's control over her strength seemed to have reached a level of mastery Dyon had never seen before as she unleashed a flurry of attacks.

Her fists were violent and unrelenting, even as they seemed to suck Dyon's body toward her with every blow. The laws that should have governed the world were completely shattered by this seductive beauty.

Lilith smiled watching this display. She was quite familiar with the Mathilde family's array of attack techniques because with Asyna's personality, to say that she was often challenged to sparring matches was an understatement.

This particular fist technique was difficult to master because it required intent level wind will, but also a level of control that was rare even among normal dao formation experts.

It was known as [Violent Void Fist]. It was a set of fist techniques that capitalized on taking the initiative, while also taking advantage of the laws of wind will to create suction vacuums that disallowed your opponent from creating space, which in turn allowed you to keep the initiative. It was actually the weakest of the [Violent Void] set of techniques, but to considering it was still a borderline divine level technique, it couldn't be looked down upon. Of course, this was something Dyon was learning first had as his body was ravaged with fist after fist.

"Tch." Dyon's skin reddened and his muscles flexed, directly allowing him to enter the first stage of the first act of Demon Emperor's Will.

In an instant, Asyna felt like she had gone from hitting flesh and bone to hitting a steel plate. Even the sounds of her fists pounding into Dyon gave off a clear metallic ring that made her ears buzz with discomfort.

Asyna's eyes sharpened, her plant foot sliding back as her other whipped forward like a lethal weapon.

The wind was completely at her beck and call, accelerating her kicks to blinding speeds.

Suddenly, Asyna's attacks reached a completely different level. The combination of her swift kicks and violent punches melded together into a beautiful art, assaulting Dyon's steel-like body and tearing the robes on his with vicious slicing wind.

However, Dyon no longer allowed himself to lose the initiative. Although Asyna had only taken a small step back, it was more than enough for him to begin his retaliation. In that moment, a towering man and a young girl fought with striking dichotomy. One with violent yet beautiful arts, and the other with straight forward, bland responses.

Minutes flew by with very little change. However, Asyna was frowning. Although her attacks were effortless, they were infused with her energy cultivation and powerful body. Coupling that with the fact her divine sense was deployed and she was definitely using all of her abilities. The problem was that not only had Dyon not used a single technique, he hadn't even used any wills either!

Asyna had begun arrogantly, sticking her spear into the ground and charging forward, but hadn't Dyon responded just as arrogantly? Not only had he not used his weapon, he was only using his body to counteract her!

Of course, Asyna had faintly noticed the fact Dyon utilized a strengthening technique earlier on to force her to use her [Violent Void Wind Slicing Kick] technique, however he hadn't used anything else.

The most frustrating part was that Asyna had decided to toy with Dyon, thinking that a technique that strengthened your body couldn't be used for so long with severe backlash. After all, her own Mathilde family had a few techniques that could do this and all of them lasted for half an hour at the most and would leave its user severely injured afterward. However, at least half that time had passed already, yet Dyon wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. How could that be possible?!

Even as Asyna was losing her temper, those who were watching this battle were completely engrossed. The two of them hadn't even moved from their singular position, but that didn't take away from the entertainment at all. Just the level of skill was enough to put everyone watching in awe, even those golden robed elders, and the upper echelons of the branch peaks were learning from watching these youngters.

What shocked them the most was Dyon's battle style. He hardly wasted any movements, and his use of his power was ridiculously efficient, but he didn't seem to be using any special technique or wills. It was truly baffling. Could it be he was still holding back against someone so powerful? Just what level was he at?!

If Dyon knew the thoughts of these people, he would have to sigh. He simply didn't have any attack techniques, and as for his energy cultivation and wills, they were all sealed. He wasn't avoiding using them because he was arrogant, he wasn't using them because he couldn't! In fact, the only reason he was still going easy on Asyna was because he speculated that she was also holding back, while at the same time, he needed to study the dome they were in more. That Lilith character might be beautiful, but he didn't trust her moral compass even the slightest bit.

Suddenly Dyon's eyes widened as he realized something. 'So that's how it is… This bitch!'

Lilith seemed calm on the outside, but inwardly, she was completely shocked. Not only was Dyon more powerful than she thoughts, even with her cheating, it didn't seem to effect him at all!

By this point, Dyon was absolutely pissed.

This dome was a supreme level treasure, although it was well hidden, it couldn't escape Dyon's perceptive eyes nor his level of array alchemy. Because of this, Dyon didn't have a prayer in destroying it unless he made use of the full power of his life stealing broad sword. In all likelihood, if he went all out he would shatter the dome because it was a 1st stage supreme treasure while his sword, although not yet complete, was still at the 4th stage.

The problem was that Dyon didn't want to reveal his trump cards yet and this Asyna, who seemingly wanted to kill him, wasn't worth his weapon.

What Dyon realized in his length of time fighting her was that she was also suppressed. Asyna was a peak first grade sainthood warrior who had cultivated to the 6th stage. Not to mention her arsenal of intents and techniques, this battle power was too low. That meant she was suppressed, just like he was!

This told Dyon many things. For one, maybe he would have trouble if Asyna wasn't suppressed, but she was no match for him now. Two, these group of beauties weren't from this universe, maybe not even from the quadrant, yet had such control of its proceedings. And three, he would make sure to teach these two little girls a lesson they would never forget.

Asyna immediately sensed Dyon's change in demeanor as well as his anger, but she didn't know what was wrong.

From the very beginning, Dyon had gone very easy on Asyna. Not only was she a beauty that he didn't have deep seeded anger against, she was also very young. The fact she wanted to kill Dyon was clearly not her own decision, but rather, the decision of someone else. Dyon wasn't so petty as to be angered for such a small matter, especially when she had no chance of beating him to begin with.