Infinity Guardian System

48  A Strange Art...

It was a sunny afternoon, the high sun in the sky shining its bright illumination on the grassland below where a man with long blue hair and a blue-haired child stood, facing each other.

Both wore no shirt, revealing the man's extremely muscular frame, brimming with incredibly powerful muscle, while the boy simply had his normal childish fat frame, his face beholding a childlike focus and a hidden gleam of joy.

After all, it was one of the best days of his life, the first day of his training by his father, the war god of Aetheria.

"Tell me Hael, what is the most powerful weapon in the world that I possess?" he asked, as Hael looked at the man's waist, where hung his sword.

He had heard thousands of tales surrounding his father, and almost everything was related to his mighty sword... Starria!

 It is said that it had once cleaved through an army of thousands with a single slash, dividing the battlefield into two halves, creating an uncrossable chasm that separated the enemies from the dynasty.

On another occasion, it was said that a dark cloud had gathered over the Winterfall dynasty for an entire week.

When he returned and saw the cloud, he had cleaved it into a thousand pieces with a single slash of his sword, giving light once more to the dynasty.

The tales of his father were almost inseparable from his sword, so definitely that ought to be the most powerful tool in the world...

"You're wrong, Hael. My sword is not the most powerful tool that I possess," King Vuernch answered to his son who had a confused expression on his face.

"Then, what tool do you have in this world that is more powerful than your mighty sword, Starria?" he asked him with curiosity as King Vuernch got down on one knee and took his hand into his...

"The most powerful tools that I, Vuernch, possess are two, which I love to call one. And they are this and this..." he said to him, as Hael looked at his fist which was held by his father's right hand, and also his chest which was pointed at by his left finger...

"The most powerful tools that you possess are your hands and heart?" Hael asked, surprised as he watched his father nod.

"You said you want to be the strongest War God of Aetheria, don't you?" his father asked as Hael gave a shy nod.

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"Yes, Hael. I wouldn't be able to properly hold my weapon without my hands, nor will I be able to swing it without my heart guiding me on my path," he replied to him with a smile as Hael's eyes flashed.

"You said you want to be the strongest War God of Aetheria, don't you?" his father asked as Hael gave a shy nod.

"Then watch your heart and make sure it never goes astray. Do what you think is best, for you and others that you love. Before you act, ask yourself if they will be proud of your act.

 And if you find yourself lost, just think about me, and ask yourself what I would have done in that scenario. You will never be lost this way..." he said to Hael who gave a nod of understanding.

"And after your heart comes your hands. When it comes to training, you must never forget your hands. For they hold all the power. Train your hands well, and you will be unrivaled. That's why I will be passing on to you the true art of the War Demon style of our Winterfall dynasty..."

"The War Demon Style!!!" Hael mused out loud in shock as his father gave a nod.

"Practice the art well, Hael. For it will teach you not only how to use your hands but to use your entire body in a battle. Learn it to the absolute limit, and even a thousand swords will be for naught in your path, including mine..." his father said, as Hael's eyes stared at him in disbelief.

"That is not possible..." he retorted as his father shook his head firmly.

"No, it's true. But make sure your heart never strays while practicing it, or all will be for naught..." he warned, before slowly getting into a stance...

A stance that made the wind howl loudly and the sky abruptly darken...

"It's the dance of a demon, Hael, a demon birthed for war..."

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BANG

BANG

BANG

The sound of fists and claws clashing rang out as Hael exchanged hundreds of moves with the abyssal creatures, with nothing more than his bare fists.

"Faster..."

"Faster..." Hael whispered as his core furiously pumped energy into his cybernetics and his hands formed mirages of fists, each of them clashing hard against the claws.

Chunks of flesh were ripped out from his fists, causing blood to rain down, but that made no difference to Hael who simply kept punching without end.

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"Everything will break before the might of the devil's punch..."

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It was the ultimate belief of the War Demon stance. To throw forward a punch without the fear of it not damaging the opponent. Without fear of it being outmatched.

A deeply ingrained belief that whatever the opponent throws his way, his fist shall eventually tear through it without resistance at all...

The eldritch creature was able to keep up with Hael's punches at first, the sight of the blood draining down the boy's fist making it smile in disdain...

But its face soon morphed into that of shock, when it looked at its own feet and saw a trail of about ten meters behind Hael. Without realizing, it had been slowly pushed back by its opponent for ten meters.

"Surprised, uh, amateur?" Hael called out in his punch speed reaching a deafening level, and a strange smile suddenly began gracing his lips, as his blue eyes were slowly enveloped by a shade of red...

"I expected more from you all. From how fearfully you all were described, I expected more..." Hael declared, his eye ls starting to flash in anger, as his heart violently began pumping in his chest, and then, the notification panel appeared.

[Host Is Being Influenced By An Art, Causing A Spike In Heart Rate And A Fierce Traveling Of Mana Through The Body.]

[Magnifier Has Been Activated...]

[Host Is Starting To Revert To His Eldritch Magic Due To The Art!!!]

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