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Several monts later,
"I thought our families were ruthless but this type of training...it's ungodly," Clair muttered, holding her mouth in shock. At this point, not only was Aaron's torso riddled with holes, Aran looked at him as if this was a natural sight to behold.
"It's not our place to comnt on their tactics. If they were subpar, the Supre Families would have long since abandoned them. Furthermore, don't forget they possess special bloodlines stemming from extrely powerful ancestors," Aeon stated, his eyes unmoving from the spectacle before him.
For so reason, this talk sparked sothing inside Lazaro, "Hm, my family will be the 4th Supre Family. Once my grandfather breaks through, he'll achieve the level required to sit on the sa throne. At the sa ti, his Spirit will achieve the ability to imbue part of its power into its weapon and deem it a Lineage Spirit."
"Hm? Is that the weapon in Aran's hand? Is that why it has an odd fluctuation to it? It appeared to absorb both Natural Essence and Spiritual Essence from Aran," Claire comnted while focusing on the spear.
"Correct, that's created by what is known as a Legendary Spirit. One can only beco one of those after experiencing the liberation of a Heroic Spirit. Sadly, only one Spirit has reached that level through natural ans," Lazaro stated with a frown.
However, the others didn't pry into this matter. Despite all hailing from a Great Family, even then there was a divide in what was known and what matters could be spoken about. If one ntioned the wrong thing, then there was a chance of provoking soone of higher stature.
anwhile, Aran continued to shake his head with disappointnt. 47 tis—this was how many tis until now he had thrust his spear into Aaron. Granted, many of the strikes were on the sa precise location, so there were no more than 5 holes on his body. However, while the number was small, the size was far from it.
Each subsequent thrust caused the wound to expand. Not to ntion, with the precision of each blow and the accurate use of strength, Aran only increased the puncture by 1-centiter with each strike.
Of course, doing so put Aaron through a world of pain. At first, one would believe being attacked on the sa spot would lessen the pain, but that was far from the truth in this case. Due to the state of his injuries, Aaron swore the pain was superimposing.
Additionally, there was another thing being overlooked—each strike appeared to fall right next to a major ridian. To put it differently, the slightest slip up could lead to an unfortunate series of events happening to Aaron.
Be that as it may, Aran was not worried about this matter in the slightest. For starters, the pressure bearing down on Aaron rendered him immobile. So much as twitching a thumb proved to be a monuntal task.
Unbeknownst to Aaron, he was under the influence of the next level Earth Elent—Gravity Manipulation. Aran had created a small pocket consisting entirely of supergravity. In that small area, it was increased by ten-fold. But, that wasn't all, this was in addition to the presence of his actual aura.
So, in truth, it was more like twenty-fold. Nevertheless, Aran's deep golden shimred with a sharp intent. As he retracted his spear once more, his silver hair tied into a long ponytail sway in the wind.
"Origin Spear: Nine Points to One," Aran uttered. If one witnessed the move he used, they'd believe he thrust his spear one ti but their eyes would have read the information wrong. Faster than the eye could see, Aran brandished his spear 9 tis.
However, each move was laced with 9 sub-strikes created from pure Spear Intent. In the anti, ti seed to slow in Aaron's eyes. The path of those strikes, how much damage it would deal to him, the pain that followed—all these matters were being calculated in his mind.
Moreover, his pupils were shining with a faint golden light. Golden pupils—this was the trait of the Dongguang. Every descendant possessed them and based on the depth of color, one could determine how high in the hierarchy their parents ca from.
In the beginning, Aaron's golden color was faint. But, in less ti than it took to blink, the color deepened to a shade only slightly inferior to Aran. In light of this, before the overwhelming strike could land, Aran halted his attack.
"Hoh? Your parents… they seem to be on par with my predecessor. I will stop my attempts here. I advise you to open your Soul Temple soon. Upon doing so, the bloodline will properly activate. Only then, will you be able to enter my eyes in the slightest.
"As you are now, you're not enough," Aran said. Withdrawing his weapon, he rested it on his shoulders before walking away. Just like that, he left the hole-ridden Aaron to fall unconscious. Amid his departure, his gait seed to be both leisurely and quick.
After each blink, his body appeared at least 10 ters away. It was unknown if this was his natural stride or a strange movent technique, but one this was clear—performing this was as easy as breathing for him.
anwhile, the other three lying in wait approached the unconscious Aaron now that Aran had left.
"What do you suppose we do with him? If we touch him, we'll probably kill him. His state is horrible and there isn't any Natural Essence present to heal with. Do we...heal his wounds to a certain degree?" Claire questioned as she looked to Aeon and Lazaro for answers.
Unsurprisingly, Lazaro shook his head, "Not at all. If this is what that Scion wanted he would have healed the boy. Instead, he left him to fend for himself. After finishing what he needed to, he left. In a sense, you could interpret it as him giving us permission to deal with him as we like."
"I don't think that is the smartest idea. I overheard part of their conversation—I believe this youth carries part of the Dongguang Family bloodline within him. And, you guys know all too well how out of hand those people get. Let's just wait here for our target," Aeon interjected.
"That logic is sound. We wait then," Lazaro nodded in agreent.
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On the other side, back by Typhir, Apollo, and the others,
"We need to accelerate faster," Apollo muttered. As he traveled, a foreboding sensation crawled down his back. Moreover, the farther he traveled, the more the feeling grew. Sothing wasn't right.
"If we do that, then we run the risk of exhausting our reserves quicker. You must rember, the Natural Essence gained by pills isn't as powerful as the one absorbed during cultivation. We don't purify it as we do in cultivation. To replenish isn't the sa as to cultivate," Typhir comnted against it.
Unfortunately, Apollo was one who was adamant in his ways. Not to ntion, his ntal state was already unstable due to past transgression. "If you won't accelerate then I'll go ahead by my loneso!"
'Bang!'
Without a care for his surroundings, Apollo increased his speed to the maximum by pushing his Demonic Anima to its extres. Needless to say, the consumption increased in turn, but this was the least of his current worries.
"Damn! You hardheaded thing. Fuck!" Typhir growled in frustration. Nonetheless, he too sped up.
On the other hand, Nadida and Xineen were left frowning. In their attempts to reach their destination quicker, they had left them stranded. To make matters worse, Nadida wouldn't just leave Xineen.
Unlike the rest, she wasn't capable of the high-speed travel they were. Hence, she was baggage. But, while that may be true, Nadida didn't once contemplate leaving her behind. To her, protecting her comrades was of the utmost importance.
"We'll speed up to but I'll carry you so we won't be as far," Nadida uttered, bending down to allow Xineed to straddle her back. Once settled, they took off as well. While traveling, she did her best to retain her vision of Typhir and Apollo's backs.
Soon enough, Apollo could feel the traces of Aaron's aura. However, when he felt how faint they were, his eyes widened with fury, 'I swear if you all cause my brother to perish, everyone will follow him into the afterlife!'
A crazed gleam entered Apollo's eye. On top of that, a different type of rune appeared in his right eye. Concurrently, the appearance of this rune induced an increased thumping of his heart. In fact, it was reaching a point that even Typhir could hear.
When the two ca to witness the sight before their eyes, an unbridled fury released from Apollo. The markings on his arms took a crimson color deeper than it had ever reached.
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