??Chapter 1000: Chapter 987 When I hit you, don’t cry out in pain
Chapter 1000: Chapter 987 When I hit you, don’t cry out in pain
“Nice to et you, brother, please go all out during the battle later and don’t hold back.”
In the spacious arena, a girl with indigo hair looked at the boy standing opposite her, a faint smile on her face that seed to warm others like the spring breeze.
“You’re only a fifth order star armor master now! Not holding back at this level would be unacceptable,” Muria replied to the slightly shorter girl opposite him, smiling as well.
“I heard that you are only a fourth order star armor master yourself, brother. Is your martial arts cultivation so profound that you are confident in confronting ?”
The girl’s expression turned serious, reminding Muria, “Brother, my star armor is called Cloud Sky, a set custom-designed for
by the clan. Its performance and skills are definitely superior to any mid-tier star armor you’ve seen before.”
“If that’s the case, then I’ll have to witness it myself later. You don’t have to worry about
holding back. If you have the necessary strength, I will naturally display all my power.”
“Brother, are you that confident? Not even considering the possibility that you might lose?”
“I was born three years before you. If I can’t suppress you with a three-year lead, then I’ve failed as a brother,” Muria responded.
His original self was a being that could rival the deities, reborn with the far-reaching vision of a deity level and with an additional three years’ head start. Losing to a native of this world under these conditions, he might as well smash his head on a block of tofu.
“Since you’re so confident, brother, let’s start now!” Daisy extended her hand, and from a delicate bracelet on her wrist, glead a radiant light. Then, pieces of armor erged one after another, quickly attaching themselves to her already curving figure.
Within less than three seconds, Daisy donned a set of star armor primarily white with purple and crimson highlights, the heavy armor increasing her height to 2.2 ters, while six floating star armor pieces, almost as big as her body, hovered behind her.
In her hands appeared a firearm nearly two ters long, pulsing with visible energy and emitting a frightening fluctuation.
While Daisy was preparing, Muria’s body was enveloped in a pure white fla, slowly rising into the sky. The massive martial dao aura wound around him as if trying to coalesce into sothing.
But each ti it tried to take shape, it imdiately collapsed after forming only a rough silhouette, as if sothing was missing, preventing Muria’s powerful martial dao aura from condensing further.
…
“Forming qi into shape, tsk, this kid’s talent is truly terrifying. At such a young age to have cultivated to this extent, especially in this era of declining martial arts,” whispered a hunchbacked old man who appeared in the stands as Muria prepared to fight his cousin, Daisy. He watched with interest, clicking his tongue in wonder.
“I rember three days ago he hadn’t reached this stage in his cultivation. Just a few days and he’s already breaking through boundaries. That’s terrifyingly fast! He really is a little monster.”
“Lord Long!” Seeing the elder who had appeared in the arena for the second ti because of Muria, several of the overseeing butlers hurriedly bowed in greeting. They had no choice, for the elder’s status within the clan was so extraordinary that even the head had to bow when he appeared.
“How did he manage to cultivate to such a level on his own in this era? It is indeed a bit unbelievable,” the old man continued to marvel, his cloudy eyes gradually becoming clear and shining.
“Lord Long, would you be interested in giving this young fellow so pointers?” Butler Paris inquired cautiously, his eyes lighting up when he heard the elder’s remarks.
He had so inkling of the elder’s background—the man who spent his days leisurely sunbathing in the manors, seeming no more than a gatekeeper, was an ancient relic from an era when the martial artist clan had not yet t its end.
“Guidance is unnecessary, I’ve beco sowhat lazy in my old age, and my remaining ti is limited. I’m content with basking in the yard,” the old man cheerfully declined.
“But wouldn’t that be a waste of Jelos’s martial arts talent? Besides resources, the most important thing for cultivating martial arts is guidance from a teacher,” lanted Butler Paris, his face showing regret. As Muria’s demonstrated strength grew, so did his position within the clan rise.
The Douglas clan wouldn’t care for a low-level martial artist, but a high-level one would an a completely different outco. A potential Martial Emperor could ensure the clan’s prosperity and would be worth the clan’s utmost efforts in cultivation—such an existence could secure the clan’s long-lasting success.
“How do you know he has no guidance?” the elder chuckled in return, “Besides, for
to guide such a monstrous talent would be sowhat unqualified. Five hundred years ago, when I first started practicing martial arts, my teacher said I was the most diocre in martial arts talent among all his disciples.”
“Then your teacher was short-sighted, especially since you’ve lived to this day,” tried a butler, attempting to flatter him.
“No, my teacher didn’t misjudge; each of my fellow apprentices possesses a talent greater than mine,”
The old man turned around, his eyes inevitably revealing a hint of sorrow and loneliness, “It’s just that I was too weak, which is why I’m still alive today. Had my brothers survived three hundred years ago, they would surely be stronger than
now.”
“Huh!” Several butlers exchanged looks. Though they appeared elderly, they were actually not over a hundred years old. Compared to the old man, they were like re children.
Three hundred years ago, teors covered the world, destroying the era of Martial Artists. Much of that era has vanished in the passage of ti and many aspects have beco taboo. They did not understand what had transpired.
“I’m going to bask in the sun. An old fellow like
should just slowly enjoy the sunlight, waiting for the day when my life cos to an end.”
After saying this, the stooped old man, who appeared as if he could pass away any mont, vanished under the watchful eyes of the group of butlers.
…
“Brother, put on the star armor!” The clanking of chains broke the silence. On Daisy, who was already fully enveloped in star armor, three chains erged from her wrists, wrapping around her body. Not only that, but also one after another rhombus-shaped crystal appeared, floating around her.
“I’ll wear it when it’s needed,” Muria said, looking at his sister’s complete combat equipnt for both lee and ranged attacks. As a Star Armor Master capable of manipulating star gold, even a First Tier Star Armor Master could easily cosplay as a sword immortal.
If the level and compatibility were high enough, even casting a thousand swords simultaneously and showcasing a ‘teor Swords’ routine wouldn’t be a problem, but controlling so many pieces of Star Armor at once would require a terrifying amount of computational power. Otherwise, one might find oneself in the embarrassing situation of attacking oneself.
Clang–
Muria was not unard; a sword about inches in length materialized before him. As he grasped the sword, streams of Sword Qi spread from the blade, leaving clear Sword Marks around him.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
As Muria wielded his Long Sword, Daisy launched an attack, but she did not use any of her firearms. Instead, she directed the cold weapons floating around her toward Muria.
Chains with spear-shaped tips twisted toward Muria along with nurous edge-razor rhombus-shaped tal pieces shooting at him.
Powered by Daisy’s Star talent, these seemingly unremarkable tals moved with extre speed, leaving trails of Qi marks in the atmosphere, howling as if they wanted to pierce right through Muria’s body.
“What a clever little girl!” Muria let out a light chuckle at the sight. For a Star Armor Master, launching such an attack practically consud no energy. If there’s any drain, it would be on the Star Armor Master’s ntal focus.
“However, endurance is my forte, using this thod to deplete my Qi isn’t practical.”
Muria gripped his Long Sword and with a raise of his hand, he sliced out with his Sword Qi, deflecting all of the Star Armor weapons aid at him.
After receiving Daisy’s first wave of attacks, Muria did not stay put. Transforming into a White Rainbow, he charged directly at his sister for close combat—the strong suit of a Martial Artist.
Daisy didn’t panic as she saw Muria charging at her. She deftly maneuvered her Star Armor to create distance while the Floating Cannons around her fired imdiately, attempting to halt Muria’s approach.
But given the Arena’s configuration, the actual distance between Muria and Daisy did not exceed three hundred ters. Such a brief distance was instantly traversed in Muria’s burst of speed.
“Give up, at this distance, you’ve already lost!” Muria called out to her when he was less than thirty ters away.
“You haven’t destroyed a single piece of my Star Armor. How can you claim victory with that?” Daisy spoke calmly, her worldview of battle just beginning. Even if she was caught off guard in close combat, she wasn’t without the ans to retaliate.
“Since you’re unwilling to admit defeat, don’t complain about the pain when I hit you next,” Muria said as he shattered a beam directed at him with a punch, and with another movent of his hand, he sent a sword strike to deflect a rhombus-shaped tal aid to penetrate him.
“Don’t underestimate
too much, brother. My compatibility is a whole 20% higher than yours,” Daisy retorted, her irritation evident from being looked down upon by her brother since the beginning of the match.
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