Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 128: Weak (1)

Before Dyon could take in what happened, a second imperceptible strike came.

Dyon’s body tensed, his strength blooming to its greatest heights as his scythe swung downward.

He pushed its weight to its maximum potential, increasing the size of its blade to stretch of tens of miles.

The moment their strikes met, Dyon felt Reaper quake, its blade chipping under the strain. If it wasn’t for the support of Dyon’s strength, Reaper would have been sliced in half completely, unable to hold its true form.

It was only now Dyon truly understood why Emytheus had all these immortal weapons, yet only used them as auxiliary long ranged attackers. His own bodily strength, especially that of his platinum wings, were far beyond anything Dyon had ever run across. If he hadn’t been lucky enough to find Reaper and entered this battle as he usually did with any old weapon, he would have suffered greatly.

Dyon could feel Reaper’s agitation and rage. Its pristine body had actually been chipped. It wasn’t strong enough. If it were, it wouldn’t matter how sharp Emytheus’ attacks were.

In that moment, Dyon flew backward, unable to restrain Emytheus’ strength any longer.

However, he had done his best and succeeded in stopping the attack from ravaging the Ancient Battlefield any longer.

Dyon could tell that this wasn’t Emytheus’ intention. He wasn’t trying hold Dyon’s family hostage by obliterating this prison. Rather, he was simply attacking with all the vigor he had. Whether or not the world crumbled beneath his might was of little consequence to him.

Something within Emytheus had bloomed. A pride that had been tempered down by his fear blossomed forth, filling his heart with an unending desire for victory.

“You look down on my fear… But in my eyes, you are the one who is wrong!”

Emytheus grew stronger. His will, like finely tempered iron, was being forged into steel. Dyon could feel that his Dao Heart was evolving.

“Fear is what gives me strength! I fear losing here. I fear losing my life. I fear not reaching my goals. I feared losing my Aritzia.

“However, facing you, so many of my worst anxieties are bubbling forth. You’ve already taken the closest thing to family I had. And now, you want to stand before my path to pinnacle, to stifle my life and end it all here.

“… I will not allow you to do so!”

Emytheus’ roar dispersed over the Ancient Battlefield. Under his emotions, ocean currents climbed to the skies, mountain ranges collapsed, and valleys splintered, becoming deep chasms without end.

Fear gave him strength. Dyon looked down on him for feeling it? Well, he looked down on Dyon for not understanding how he felt.

He could vaguely feel that Dyon’s origins weren’t so simple as they seemed. Yet, Dyon sat before him, bloviating about he was battling against a child of the Heavens.

Was he the one blessed by the Heavens? Was he the one destined for victory? Was he so infallible that he stood at the top of the world?

Hypocrite!

This was the singular word Emytheus had to describe Dyon. If he was so blessed, why had he died in his previous life? If he was so destined for victory, why had the love of his life died at this enemy’s hands? If he was so infallible, standing at the top of the world, why was it that he hadn’t trampled Dyon beneath his feet yet?!

But this man who didn’t understand fear dared to look down on him. This man whose origins shook even the Immortal Plane dared to speak of being underestimated, of being disrespected, of being looked down upon.

These thoughts filled Emytheus with such disgust that he wanted nothing more than to cut Dyon down where he stood, to take that arrogant smirk off of his face.

Emytheus’ emotions spilled over, his Dao Heart blooming.

“I will wield my fear… And cut you down!”

The sound of a shattering barrier resounded. Emytheus’ Dao Heart’s state soared, stepping into the Dao Awakening Stage and shooting past to climb into the Dao Liberation Stage.

A controlled flame flickered behind his eyes as he sent forward yet another attack.

Dyon reacted quickly, deflecting attack after attack.

The chips on Reaper’s body continued to grow. Dyon’s body was crumbling beneath this unbridled strength as he tried to dissipate the reverberating impacts.

Dyon’s gaze turned serious. It couldn’t continue on like this. Suddenly, Emytheus was improving as well. Though Dyon himself was improving faster, he also had to deal with the Heavens slowing him down purposefully.

In that case… He would go all out.

“Since you like fear so much… I’ll give you something more to be afraid of.”

Dyon aura surged, a shadowy figure slowly manifesting to his back.

In the blink of an eye, the whole of the Eastern Region collapsed, crumbling to ash beneath its mere presence.

A God standing had hundreds of meters tall manifested. It stood arrogantly in the skies, looking down on the world with a carefree expression. Though it was far smaller in size compared to Emytheus’ platinum wings, it still seemed to dwarf the world.  –> <img /avatar/129′ alt=”…” class=”avatar-img rounded-circle border border-4 border-body”> <h6 class=”header-pretitle”> Author’s Note </h6> <h1 class=”header-title”> Awespec </h1> <h3 class=”header-subtitle text-white”>Reminder that RMW does have a patreon with the highest tier being 160 chapters ahead, chest out /Awespec if you’d like <3 Also, my new novel, Dimensional Descent, just crossed the 70 chapter mark on webnovel and over 100k words 🙂 stop by and have a read</h3>