Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 192: Interfere (5)

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Amory, Cullen and Chanzui were blasted apart. It was only at that moment that the crowd understood that this time, Dyon hadn’t used a concealment array, he had legitimately teleported!

And just like that, Amory, Cullen and Chanzui had attacked each other. Without having put up any defenses, they were each sent flying back by the attacks of their allies, and since they hadn’t held back even one bit, hoping to kill Dyon with a single strike, their injuries weren’t light either.

Diana was the most shocking one of the four, but Dyon had actually stuck a knife into her lower back, twisting and snapping her spinal cord. At the moment, the only reason she could still stand was because she was using saint energy to fuel her muscles, but unless she found someone to reconnect her spine, her fighting abilities would be forever crippled.

Dyon used his last dregs of energy to kick Diana to the ground, turning her around and clamping onto her throat.

“Anyone who interferes, dies.”

Diana shivered as she looked into the depths of Dyon’s eyes. Was this really the man she had thought to make an enemy of? For what? Her pride? Her greed? Which was it?

“Die.” Dyon swung his knife downward, hacking toward Diana’s head.

Diana could only grit her teeth and activated her protective treasure. In that moment, she disappeared from Dyon’s hand, likely having teleported out of the core valley entirely.

Dyon had no reaction to this. For these Emperors, they were the life blood of their clans. Many quadrants wouldn’t have a single God over many generations, so talented Emperors upheld their clan. The fact they had treasures that could protect against Emperor level Presence and illusions of this level was enough to prove the value they held. Of course they would have some life-saving treasures. For example, had Anak not had a life-saving treasure protecting his life, he would have been severely injured after using his Presence against Dyon.

With a swift motion, Dyon hid his knife in his sleeve before taking out a healing pill that Clara had made for him.

What knife could have so easy sliced through Diana’s armor if not the Dragon King? He didn’t dare to use it on a large scale for fear of the Dragons, but a small scale like this wouldn’t be any problem. Dyon knew that everything was being recorded, so he had to be careful.

The other lucky draw was that the tattoos on his back were hidden by his bandaged broad sword, which would stop those of the 98^th quadrant who had seen them from so easily making the connection.

The geniuses could only watch in shock as Dyon’s injuries healed at a visible speed. In the end, they could only sigh. This was the difference between those who had high attainments in secondary professions and those who didn’t. To have such wealth… They had never heard of a pill capable of healing a saint’s body so quickly. It was a good thing they didn’t know that Dyon’s body was at the celestial level, or the outburst would have been even worse.

Dyon suddenly felt much more relaxed. The damage from the aurora flames and the fierce attacks were all subsiding, in as little as another minute, it would be as though he hadn’t fought at all. Even though he only had three such pills and their expense were more than all of his plaques combined, it was worth it. He refused to allow Aki to escape.

By now, Dyon’s chest was completely bare, revealing a chiseled and tanned form. To everyone around, he looked like a true weapon’s smith. Such a toned body had to have spent hours before a furnace, refining weapon after weapon. Although it was directly tied to his body’s strength, it definitely explained his finesse. After all, weapon’s smithing wasn’t about power, it was about precision, and as anyone knowledgeable in training the body will tell you, controlled movements are just as good at building muscle as explosive movements were.

Dyon’s body brimmed with life as he walked toward Aki who had lost all of his supporting cast. Cullen, Amory and Chanzui had been blasted into the distance, out of view. Whether they actually came back or not after this was a tossup, if they were smart, they wouldn’t. Masako was dead, and it would likely be months before Gin next woke up.

Now, there was only Dyon and severely fatigued Aki. After sealing space with his void will for so long, he was greatly mentally drained. That drain became even worse after Dyon forcibly broke through his block, causing him to suffer a slight backlash.

Dyon’s hand flashed as a red plaque appeared in his hand. With a single movement, he crushed it before sending the array flying toward Aki. Before he could even react, it was already upon him, locking him within a defensive array far more powerful than any Dyon had used before. This one was meant to contain a celestial for up to ten minutes, meaning Aki would need hours to escape.

After Dyon did this, he leisurely walked to Masako’s body and took it into his spatial ring before doing the same with Gin’s.

“YOU! What are you doing?!” Aki raged, slamming his fists against the array, but at this point, he could hardly build up any strength.

“I met your little sister on the way here.” Dyon suddenly said.

Aki froze. He immediately knew what this meant. All that planning he had done, all the clever traps he had placed, all of them were ignored by Dyon. He had never taken him seriously from the beginning!

“She seemed to think that her brother deserved to marry any woman he wanted, what do you think about that?”

Aki grit his teeth. “Let me out!”

“Are you sure you want that?” Dyon asked. “I’m sure you have a protective treasure right now, which is why you haven’t succumbed to your fatigue and these illusions. But, since you wanted to take my stuff, shouldn’t I take yours?

“What do you say? Do you want to find out how long you can last in the core valley while being so mentally drained?”