Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 94: Last (1)

“Who…?!”

This sort of instigation was bad enough, but it appearing at the very center of the Sprite Alliance was another slap to the face entirely.

Numerous powerhouses turned their senses toward the martial training grounds, only to find that an entire lineup of 3000 warriors stood expressionlessly behind four women and one man.

Just what was going on? They couldn’t seem to understand.

These people weren’t Sapientia. They obviously weren’t giants because there were no fluctuations of those special shape changing treasures. There were no Devil Qi fluctuations either, and though some of them were beasts, the majority of them were not.

And what were those words he said about their Spear Queen?!

The more Dyon’s words echoed, the greater the rage became. Even those in secluded training charged out of the martial training tower, looking on with gazes that seemed to be capable of killing.

“This is much less fanfare than I was expecting. You’d think as geniuses they’d move faster than this.” Dyon muttered to himself as he raised a finger.

A beam of dark red flames left his finger, piercing the collarbone of a sprite genius who was on the verge of opening his mouth to speak what Dyon thought must have been some threatening words. But quite frankly, he didn’t have the patience to listen.

A pained raw left the sprite youth’s lips as he collapsed, his body shivering in pain. The gathering sprite geniuses who were just on the verge of all but rioting were suddenly frozen solid.

The youth now crying in pain on the ground wasn’t just anybody. In fact, none of them were nobodies. If they could enter these training grounds, they the best of the absolute best. And yet, it took nothing but a single finger for him to be completely incapacitated.

At this moment, the unconscious Spear Queen began to finally come to.

“Ainica!”

An enraged roar shook the Sprite Alliance Capital. A young man with eyes the color of hot coals and hair alternating between a shimmering ivory and dark magenta involuntarily called out the moment he saw the Spear Queen’s state.

The ground beneath his feet splintered and shook, his aura climbing at unprecedented speeds.

‘Middle Dao Formation Stage, hm?… Still not enough. Until those youths who are worthy of taking Martial Saint Pills appear, this is nothing but a waste of time.’ Dyon thought plainly.

“Aredhel.” Dyon said lightly.

“Yes, Successor!”

Vice Commander Aredhel stepped forward with a light, carefree smile on his face. If it wasn’t for the fact his ears were that of normal humans, one could easily mistake him for a prince of elves.

His steps were light. Despite the heavy black armor on his body, he seemed to float as though he was nothing more than a feather.

Twins sabers appeared in his hands, but their frame was so slight and frail that many believed they couldn’t possibly be the weapons of a man.

The sprite youth who called out the Spear Queen’s name twitched with rage. To send a mere 1^st

Khilar was ranked 3^rd among Spiritual Sprites and ranked top 20 amongst all Sprite geniuses. This sort of insult wasn’t one that he’d take lying down, especially after seeing the woman he fancied strung up and hung as though she was nothing more than an ornament of their humiliation. historical

His aura continued to climb, violent greens and dark purplish hues surrounding his body.

Dyon gave Aredhel not a single hint nor any advice. The Demon Generals were all world class geniuses from across numerous Eras. Dyon simply didn’t need to guide him even if this task was difficult.

“You have three hours.” Dyon said.

Aredhel laughed. “In that case, I’ll do it in one!”

Suddenly, the elvin prince’s slender but powerful body fell forward. It seemed for a moment that he would fall face first in the ground below, but that was when his pierced toward Khilar with speeds beyond common sense. Dyon might have been able to emulate speed with his spatial wills, but Aredhel was a true speed specialist!

Khilar roared, his momentum reaching its peak in an instant as his True Domain whirled to life around him.

‘So what if you’re faster than I am? What does your speed mean within my poison world?!’

Unfortunately, matters simply didn’t go how Khilar imagined.

At first, those spectating believed that Aredhel hadn’t activated his True Domain yet because he simply hadn’t comprehended one. After all, he was a mere 1^st stage dao expert. It took time to formulate one’s own True Domain.

But as the man who looked like an elvin prince attacked, they began to realize that his carefree smile didn’t leave. His sabers were akin to twin demon scythes, his arms swinging along with their grace as though he was dancing to a beautiful rhythm.

Poison? Aredhel fought as though he didn’t notice.

“[Demon Emperor’s Will. Act Two. Stage Three].”

Aredhel’s bodily strength grew by a factor of 64 just as the hour mark was approaching. A moment later, a world of fire shattered Khilar’s True Domain which had already been at the end point of his stamina.

“I guess I’ll keep my promise…” He said with a smile. “… [Demonic Pedestal Dance. 51^st Stance].”