Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 262 The Monk (1)

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Different legends have been passed on from history as to what the source of hunters' powers is. However, not one of these legends has been able to give a truly satisfying answer.

Monsters, gates, awakening, everything happened all so suddenly but humanity managed to survive it and adapt to it, if anything, adaptation has always been the greatest gift of mankind.

As such it has brought to the explanation of their powers, improvement. Even though it was near impossible for an awakening to improve his power. It was very much possible for them to increase the use of such power, either way, it was growth.

But their growth was very limited.

But for some it was impossible, they say that the entire power of an awakening cannot contain their whole vessel so most times they end up having something out of the ordinary to contain this overflowing power.

Such was Li Mingwu's third eyes.

"Listen to me well, monster. I will explain something to you. Something that your lot will never be given another chance to understand"

Li Mingwu pointed two fingers to the narrowly opened eyes with glinting purple pupils. The eye compared to his other two eyes was sitting vertically on his forehead.

"I have the power to control space. To be exact, I can shape, manipulate and even create any physical aspect of space. It is not the most amazing ability of all but do you know what makes it quite interesting?"

Li Mingwu smiled and narrowed his eyes at the monster as he continued:

"In my years of research, I have come to understand the existence of several entities, even gods, demons, and angels. My knowledge is so small compared to what is out there no doubt."

Li Mingwu's face looked down with a bitter smile, his speech brought memories of how much he wanted to know more, but there was just an unbreakable limit to what he could learn. As if someone was deliberating putting a leash on this thing called knowledge.

He raised his head to continue, it was odd how the monk paid attention to him with his grin still spreading as wide as ever.

"There are three dimensions in space, we have the matter, the energy that exists in, then we have the Infinity Stratum. While I have a definite grip on the subject of matter and energy. The infinity stratum however is what has been giving me difficulties, the reason why I will be fighting you is because of that. The height of space manipulation that anyone can hope for..."

He paused and looked at the monk.

"I guess you can't understand... you are just a dumb monster after all. I will show you."

Li Mingwu took in a deep breath and slowly released outside, he raised one finger and –

"Quantum Bind"

Wrooom!

Labyrinthine entanglements began to weave into the space, flowing around the monk, at first it was almost unnoticeable and was just like a little blur in the space but as they weaved into each other, all through the space that the monk was standing, it became evident.

But by that time, nothing could break out of it.

He was confined in a space that kept him there by manipulating the relationship between matter and energy, as far as there was matter within and energy within, it was impossible to get out.

"Don't just stand there like a fool, go get the boy."

Immediately after hearing Li Mingwu's pushing voice Alec Whitman jumped and grabbed Eric then quickly jumped away. He bowed to Li Mingwu.

"Thank you, master."

"Find it."

"Yes, master."

Li Mingwu turned to the monk and said nothing else to Alec Whitman and Eric, leaving them to gaze at his slender back.

All the while the monk kept punching the space but the only thing that happened was a rippling. No matter how hard the punch was, it was as if he was punching a pool of oil.

Li Mingwu watched the monster's endless struggle with his hands behind his back.

"How annoying... I always thought humans are the ones without common sense and would still try to force their way out of things even when it is impossible. I already told you, it is impossible to come out of my quantum bind. No monster has made use of it in ten years, I must admit you are a tough one."

The grinning monk suddenly stopped moving and the corner of its lips curved downwards, turning its grin into a downturn expression. The monster was now frowning, his eyes widened like he was mad.

"Mok...sha"

Grrrrrrrr

As the monk's thick tone reverberated through the area. In the center of space between Li Mingwu and him, a violent cyclone began to manifest. It started as a distortion, a shimmering tear in the fabric of existence, and then it erupted into a hellish storm.

It seemed as though the whole space itself was objecting to this incursion as a cacophony of distortion echoed. Colors blended to create an alienated kaleidoscope, a swirling dance of hitherto unknown tones.

It was as if space itself was trembling and twisting, writhing in anguish like a tormented canvas. Particles resembling stars emerged and disappeared in random patterns, their brilliance fluttering as though they were yearning for air.

It took all of that to tear open the quantum trap that the monk was confined in.

By the time the monk was out, Li Mingwu belatedly suddenly noted a staff in its hand. First of all, it was a hassle trying to hold himself within such spatial disturbance. He didn't understand what the monster had done.

But it was sure of one thing, the monster spoke and whatever skill this is came after the monster spoke, hence it was somehow safe to say that the monster targeted the space directly from outside. A skill that could be executed from within but only affected the outside.

He wasn't sure he was completely getting the deal of the monster's strength and thinking about it was putting him in a very confused state.

'What the hell?'

He burst out of the chamber's confines, as the silence of its shattering space echoed like a suppressed scream.

His emergence was met with the monk's immediate pursuit, which was almost like a seamless transition from one realm to another.

In the span of a mere heartbeat, they collided amidst the emptiness, suspended within the air. The clash of their forces resonated like a discordant symphony, a harmonious collision of power and intent.

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