Reaper of the Martial World

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Book 9: Chapter 87: Alone (1)

Dyon steadily rose from the air, wiping crimson liquid from his lips. Though his blood appeared mercury within his body, much like how one’s veins appeared as a bluish green color, he still bled red.

The damage from Eve’s strike was surprising. Dyon could tell that there were secrets hidden within her fists related to comprehension rather than it being just pure power. Luckily, his battle changpao’s ability activated perfectly.

The Celestial Deer Sect’s heirloom had two main abilities. The second, Dyon had yet to use. But the first just activated. This was the ability to spread any force of contact uniformly across the battle changpao’s surface area. This significantly lowered the piercing power of any given strike.

Before, Dyon’s qi wasn’t anywhere near dense enough to activate this ability and he relied on the base defensive ability of the battle changpao. However, now, he was almost overqualified. Still, it wasn’t until the second ability was used that one would understand why a mere transcendent grade treasure was chosen as the heirloom of such a mighty sect.

If Eve seemed surprised by how quickly Dyon shrugged off her attack, she didn’t show it. Her eyes were contradictorily seething with an eerie calm. But… It wasn’t her that attacked next.

Even if Eve could control the Infernal Qi within herself, the remaining 38 dao experts had no ability to. They had already shown inhuman restraint by waiting so long to attack, a fact that became blatantly ironic after one realized it had barely been a single second since Dyon triggered their transformation.

Chenglei completely ignored Eve and Lionel, it was as though the only person left in the world was Dyon and the only feeling remaining was his desire to tear him limb from limb.

Before the strike even landed, Dyon felt a headache coming along.

One might wonder why he would purposely make his enemies stronger. Why not defeat them in their infernal qi deficient state, then purge them of this qi?

The issue was that Dyon was aware that it was impossible for things to be so convenient. There was a 100% likelihood that their hidden strength would trigger as he was trying to subdue them. With how much they hated him, how could they allow him to win without fighting back with everything they had?

Knowing this, Dyon made the decision to force it out of them early. Under the influence of Infernal qi, not only would one be far more savage and deranged, but pain would be a distant memory while simultaneously existing beside obscene healing factors.

If Dyon tired himself out defeating them first, then triggered their infernal states, he would be forced to fight this battle in a fatigued state, something that would be peak foolishness.

However, despite knowing that this was the easier path, Dyon couldn’t help but feel irritated.

The fist of a draconic humanoid and a ticked off man collided.

Chenglei’s forearm snapped savagely, revealing the bone beneath, but he didn’t so much as flinch.

His injured arm flicked to his side, taking advantage of his quick movements to snap back into place, while his other arm launched another immediate attack.

36 dragon’s breaths pummeled down from the sky. The heat was so unbearable that weaker warriors below directly burnt to a crisp. No matter how much Dyon tried, it was impossible to protect himself and everyone behind him.

Even now, Eve was surprised once more.

A Dragon’s hybrid form was at least a 50 times multiplier within the celestial realm. However, in the dao realm, there was another massive leap. Depending on how deep one’s comprehension of their human path reached, it wasn’t impossible for it to provide anywhere from a 100 to even 500 times increase in strength, maybe even more.

On top of this, infernal qi was yet another massive boost in strength. So how could Chenglei so clearly lose multiple exchanges with Dyon? It was inconceivable.

‘What is going on?’ Eve frowned. What she didn’t know was that her confusion made Dyon even more certain of something. Whatever fist comprehension Eve had gained was what he truly had to pay attention to.

What Eve didn’t know was that while Chenglei had gained close a 150 times multiplier on just his body, Dyon had an 80 times multiplier on both his body and his qi. When this effect was synergized with his unique meridian pathways and their ability to perfectly fuse his vital and conventional qi, the result wasn’t simply additive.

In addition to this, Dyon’s control over his constitution had reached a new level when his ‘Halo’ was activated. This Halo ability was the result of him flooding his brain with soul qi. Not only could he compute matters far quicker, but his control over his body was unprecedented.

In every exchange with Chenglei, Lionel and the black jade dragons, Dyon’s weight was rapidly changing, plummeting to near zero before skyrocketing to billions of jin in an instant. On top of this, he swapped his qi continuously, matching his low weight with light type qi and his high weight with bold type qi.

Every time he did so, his attacks would combine incomprehensible speed and bone shattering weight. It felt as though every strike was being dealt by a massive body of land rather than a man.

“Why are you still standing over there?!” Dyon roared, shattering the spine of a black jade dragon once more. He had done it so many times he had already lost count.

“Don’t you want to kill me?! Come then!”