Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 42: True Weapon Will (3)

“What… What kind of tribulation is this…” Those who had gathered several hundred kilometers away couldn’t help but mumble to themselves.

The fact that this was a tribulation wasn’t to be doubted. The dark gold and menacing clouds couldn’t be ignored. But… They were much too used to normal lightning tribulations, with the occasional fire tribulation added in sparsely. Sometimes, those with God Grade constitutions would undergo tribulations as well, but theirs were fairly normal as well because they didn’t have the ability to fully awaken them here in this poor universe.

Those of the various God Clans gathered, or rather, what remained of them. Aside from the still unconscious King Belmont, everyone seemed attracted by this event.

“Oh my God… The Elvin Island is gone!”

No one knew who said it first, but afterward, they all began to get a hold of bearings. Soon, they realized the person who spoke was correct. These were the exact coordinates of the Elvin Kingdom, yet it wasn’t here! historical

Soon, even those of lower ranking clans had no choice but to send individuals to investigate. Even the Sapientia Clan that hadn’t appeared in public for almost a decade made its presence known on that day.

Sarid clutched his fists tightly as he watched Dyon get battered and beaten time and time again, only for him to shoot back up as though nothing had happened.

Princess Stella, who stood by his side, looked from this oversized young man to her uncle in the distance, her feelings just as complicated as Sarid’s.

None of them here were stupid. They could very clearly feel that this trial was far more difficult than it should be, and judging by the fact there were two silhouettes and not one, the reason why was obvious.

Although many started off by berating Dyon for being stupid enough to trigger his tribulation in the presence of others, even blaming him for the destruction of the Elvin Islands and likely everyone who was inhabiting it at the time, news soon came down from Planet Mino and Princess Aoife who begged for help in saving her father’s life.

Dyon didn’t care about any of this. Although they were very much within the range of his divine sense, he focused on preserving his life.

The halberd avatar, a mighty warrior wearing red armor, was actually able to freely change the weight of his weapon, something Dyon took hours to even realize. A seemingly simple ability used in a complex way was enough to stump him even with his level of intelligence and his selfless state.

This once more took the concept of momentum to an entire new level and took Dyon yet another week to master.

And yet, without rest, the spear vibrated, sending out with it a bare-chested avatar with vicious tribal tattoos coating his body.

The spear avatar’s strikes were so potent that for the first time, Dyon actually felt weapons crafted by his will crack. A peak transcendent grade weapon! A weapon of the moon grade! Actually almost shattered in Dyon’s hands.

The spear avatar not only seemed to layer his strikes, it carried a partial will of the staff. It combined concepts of momentum and resonance to cause multiple strikes to become one. However, it wasn’t until Dyon understood a third concept that he finally passed this trial after two weeks: Effortlessness.

It wasn’t just about mastering your movements to the point that they seemed to flow from your body, but also about effortless attacking. Why ram into your opponent’s shield when a chink in his armor was obvious? Why attack where your opponent had momentum when you could attack him on his back foot?

The spear was a weapon that took advantage of range even more obviously than the glaive. It was a weapon made to ease effort. To defeat your opponent before they had a chance to defeat you… This was the inner working of the spear.

The bow avatar appeared next as a beautiful blond woman with flowing robes. Her dress was far more conservative than the glaive avatar, but her eyes were even sharper and more vicious. If it wasn’t for the existence of the Dragon Armor, Dyon would have died millions of times over… If his head was destroyed beyond repair, what was the point of an undying body?…

No one in the distance could understand the kind of pain Dyon was undergoing. To them, he was shot backward and immediately came back, so many thought that his armor was simply impregnable… Little did they know that every strike he took filled this armor with blood and organ tissue.

Not only did the arrows of the bow avatar follow him wherever he moved, they grew faster and faster the longer they spent in the air.

The worst part was that Dyon’s arrows didn’t stand a chance against them. Although all of the arrows Dyon produced were of the moon grade, there was something about the bow avatar’s arrow will that he simply couldn’t replicate.

This fight was by far Dyon’s hardest and he only managed to win after he deviated from his normal path. Before, he had focused on emulating the abilities of the avatars, but no matter how much he tried, it seemed impossible to replicate the abilities of the bow avatar.

Constant acceleration? Homing? He seemed to be lacking something he couldn’t quite grasp… These abilities were simply too heaven-defying.

In the end, he used his spatial will to make up what he was lacking. He took advantage of the fact the avatars only used their respective weapon wills and nothing else. It was even more convenient that the bow avatar never moved personally, only using her bow to deflect all attacks.

It took more than a month for Dyon to come out victorious, yet the rumbling of the saber seemed even more ominous than the bow…

The moment Dyon tried to attack, the red-haired saber avatar’s weapon absorbed the strength of his attack before slashing forward with a saber qi that blotted out half the sky…