Chapter 135
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Chapter 135
The golems offered cumulative points for fighting them- though repeated performances at the same level gave significantly less. One category of rewards offered was medicine, and simple recovery from wounds was easily accomplished given a few days and some expense. Those few days were still critical parts of the month, and Anton wished he and the others had been able to enact a larger retaliation for Lev. Not that he felt like they werent able to be effective.
The Heavenly Lion Sect had taken care to not bar cultivators from some of the strongest sects, but all of the independent cultivators and smaller sects were still reasonably outraged. Some of the larger sects spoke up as well, though their outrage could have been an excuse to promote their rivalries. Either way, it suddenly became harder for them to act as they pleased. Spots were filled up just before they attempted a trial of some sort, and rewards their members were eyeing were taken by others before they could obtain them.
Despite Anishs proclamations, the approaching end of the training session only seemed to encourage people to cause trouble for others, though generally in less extreme ways than the nearly direct attacks. There was also perfectly acceptable competitive spirit that didnt involve sabotaging others as people pushed for the last few days.
-----
With Lev healed, the group decided to try their hand at The Gauntlet one final time. Either they would sustain injuries they couldnt recover from in just a few days or find success. They thought they were close on the last attempt, though they couldnt be completely sure.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
It was not a surprise to find that The Gauntlet was already busy. Others had the same idea as them, and were likewise making use of teams to try to push through the trials. It was impossible to know exactly how far others had gotten, but it seemed no one had reached the end just yet.
The first challenge always involved some sort of physical or combat test. This time it was a series of traps. Not hidden ones, but obviously swinging blades and gouts of flame. Picking a path through and advancing with the right timing was the safest bet, though anyone with sufficient cultivation could simply plough their way through. Interestingly enough, the group found that this time that was more literal. Traps were usually never damaged and if they were damaged the formations quickly repaired them, but there was a straight path through the first room. Anton went through first just to make sure it wasnt some sort of trap and things were actually active, but he didnt spot any changes from the obvious- and arrived at the other side unscathed. At least they didnt have to expend their effort just yet, though it threw them off slightly.
Future trials had nothing to destroy- though they did see some damaged floors as they continued through the pressure trial. They passed puzzles and the knowledge as well as another round of traps that were only slightly damaged. Then they came to the golems.
Everyone was quite confident in defeating the golems, but it seemed a group was already there ahead of them. It seemed to be a dozen members of the Heavenly Lion Sect, with cultivations ranging from just entering Spirit Building to one member on the border between mid and late Spirit Building.
They would have been quite content staying out of things and watching the fight, but apparently entering the room was sufficient to trigger more golems. Eight more golems, one with a curious cut on its otherwise flawless body, stepped out into the area. They headed towards the new entrants, but things didnt end there.
The members of the Heavenly Lion Sect had clearly noticed them. The strongest one among them-who should have been the Senior Brother Zvonko- shouted orders. Formation C!
There was sufficient room for the two groups to fight the total of twenty golems, but the members of the Heavenly Lion Sect began weaving themselves among the others, drawing their golems along with them. The group that was slightly more than half members of the Ninety-Nine Stars responded in kind.
Nobody could directly attack another, but standing in front of someone while a golem punched with a multiple ton fist did just as well. It became a mess of fighting the golems while getting in the way of other combatants- while not also being blocked by them.
Anton found himself forced into melee- even if he retreated, the members of the Heavenly Lion Sect would follow him with two or three members, since they had some spares. The golems likewise came with them. While Anton was still able to avoid the ponderous attacks of several golems, since they were intentionally being drawn towards him instead of fended off like his companions normally did he was less effective at damaging them and simply ended up drifting back towards the larger mass of people.
Marsen had the most direct effects on the Heavenly Lion Sect. His frost could make the ground extremely slippery, but he was in no obligation to withdraw it when others moved through the area. Thus, he spread the effects wildly without directly touching anyone, limiting their movements while he simply removed ice where it would inhibit his companions.
Timothys approach was the most extreme. When he found it difficult to direct attacks to their competitors he seemed to simply devote himself to battle- but then he suddenly jumped in front of someone who was being attacked. A member of the Heavenly Lion Sect, specifically. He raised his shield- a new one obtained in the various trials- directly intercepting the attack. It was then that his purpose became clear. He hadnt suddenly decided that working with them was the best option. Instead, he was struck and sent rocketing backwards- into a very surprised cultivator who wasnt prepared to dodge someone launched by the golem. Timothy simply rallied all his energy for defense and let himself be catapulted into the man. Both of them crashed into the wall, but only Timothy quickly brushed himself off and was moving.
Catarina shook her head. It seems to be fine.
About what you did in there Im not going to complain, of course, but I would have liked some advance warning you could do that.
Sorry, Catarina shrugged. Honestly, I wasnt quite ready for something like that. Ive been studying the formations here, of course. Everything is buried behind myriad other layers. I just got the idea and I kind of picked up on that particular flow as I was going. I was planning to get ahead and encircle them with that formation I was setting up, but I slowed down once I got the idea.
... Firdaus seemed speechless, Youve been cultivating for how long?
Almost three years, Catarina said. Why?
Ah. I had initially assumed all of you were closer to the upper end like myself. Four or five years. How foolish of me.
There wasnt much more to say, and instead they just waited. There were no signs that the Heavenly Lion Sect would be joining them, but they remained cautious as they circulated their energy to refresh themselves. After fifteen minutes, the door in front of them opened. A disheveled looking woman with a sword at her side calmly walked out. She looked at all of them, then shook her head. Didnt make it. Good luck.
With what seemed to be two swift steps she was gone, and back in the previous room- where they couldnt catch a glimpse of the Heavenly Lion Sect at all.
That was Lev stared back behind them, That was Chikere, right? Shes a hair away from Essence Collection.
Anton tried to recall that name. Oh yes. Shes the other one at that level. An independent cultivator, even. I wonder what sort of trial stopped her at the very end. Assuming this is the end.
The door ahead of them was still open, and a voice called out from inside. Oy! I dont have all day! Or at least, you dont. Get in here or get out.
All of them looked at each other, then hurried inside. Once there they saw another Everheart. His appearance changed as they looked at him, suddenly growing a longer beard and adopting a different posture.
Everheart frowned, then patted his chest and felt his face. How did I? he scanned the people in the room, then pointed to Anton, What the hell man, whyd you have to throw everything off? Women want a dashing young fellow, not a nearly middle aged man. You threw off the average so much. Anton avoided commenting to wonder if being a dashing young fellow ever worked, either. Yet he was answered anyway. No it doesnt work! But it will someday! Though Im just a projection so Im not long for it anyway.
Is the real Everheart still out there? Anton asked.
Eh maybe. What year is it? the projection in front of them frowned. Probably dead. Or immortal or whatever. Couldnt be bothered to come back and check on us if he is alive. Selfish asshole. He stomped his foot on the ground, cracking it. And yes, I know thats me Im talking about! Now are we fighting or what?
Everyone blinked. Thats the trial? Anton asked.
The last one. Everheart punched a fist into his palm. Gotta at least get a little bit of entertainment out of this. Now come on! Lets do this.
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Chapter 135
The golems offered cumulative points for fighting them- though repeated performances at the same level gave significantly less. One category of rewards offered was medicine, and simple recovery from wounds was easily accomplished given a few days and some expense. Those few days were still critical parts of the month, and Anton wished he and the others had been able to enact a larger retaliation for Lev. Not that he felt like they werent able to be effective.
The Heavenly Lion Sect had taken care to not bar cultivators from some of the strongest sects, but all of the independent cultivators and smaller sects were still reasonably outraged. Some of the larger sects spoke up as well, though their outrage could have been an excuse to promote their rivalries. Either way, it suddenly became harder for them to act as they pleased. Spots were filled up just before they attempted a trial of some sort, and rewards their members were eyeing were taken by others before they could obtain them.
Despite Anishs proclamations, the approaching end of the training session only seemed to encourage people to cause trouble for others, though generally in less extreme ways than the nearly direct attacks. There was also perfectly acceptable competitive spirit that didnt involve sabotaging others as people pushed for the last few days.
-----
With Lev healed, the group decided to try their hand at The Gauntlet one final time. Either they would sustain injuries they couldnt recover from in just a few days or find success. They thought they were close on the last attempt, though they couldnt be completely sure.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
It was not a surprise to find that The Gauntlet was already busy. Others had the same idea as them, and were likewise making use of teams to try to push through the trials. It was impossible to know exactly how far others had gotten, but it seemed no one had reached the end just yet.
The first challenge always involved some sort of physical or combat test. This time it was a series of traps. Not hidden ones, but obviously swinging blades and gouts of flame. Picking a path through and advancing with the right timing was the safest bet, though anyone with sufficient cultivation could simply plough their way through. Interestingly enough, the group found that this time that was more literal. Traps were usually never damaged and if they were damaged the formations quickly repaired them, but there was a straight path through the first room. Anton went through first just to make sure it wasnt some sort of trap and things were actually active, but he didnt spot any changes from the obvious- and arrived at the other side unscathed. At least they didnt have to expend their effort just yet, though it threw them off slightly.
Future trials had nothing to destroy- though they did see some damaged floors as they continued through the pressure trial. They passed puzzles and the knowledge as well as another round of traps that were only slightly damaged. Then they came to the golems.
Everyone was quite confident in defeating the golems, but it seemed a group was already there ahead of them. It seemed to be a dozen members of the Heavenly Lion Sect, with cultivations ranging from just entering Spirit Building to one member on the border between mid and late Spirit Building.
They would have been quite content staying out of things and watching the fight, but apparently entering the room was sufficient to trigger more golems. Eight more golems, one with a curious cut on its otherwise flawless body, stepped out into the area. They headed towards the new entrants, but things didnt end there.
The members of the Heavenly Lion Sect had clearly noticed them. The strongest one among them-who should have been the Senior Brother Zvonko- shouted orders. Formation C!
There was sufficient room for the two groups to fight the total of twenty golems, but the members of the Heavenly Lion Sect began weaving themselves among the others, drawing their golems along with them. The group that was slightly more than half members of the Ninety-Nine Stars responded in kind.
Nobody could directly attack another, but standing in front of someone while a golem punched with a multiple ton fist did just as well. It became a mess of fighting the golems while getting in the way of other combatants- while not also being blocked by them.
Anton found himself forced into melee- even if he retreated, the members of the Heavenly Lion Sect would follow him with two or three members, since they had some spares. The golems likewise came with them. While Anton was still able to avoid the ponderous attacks of several golems, since they were intentionally being drawn towards him instead of fended off like his companions normally did he was less effective at damaging them and simply ended up drifting back towards the larger mass of people.
Marsen had the most direct effects on the Heavenly Lion Sect. His frost could make the ground extremely slippery, but he was in no obligation to withdraw it when others moved through the area. Thus, he spread the effects wildly without directly touching anyone, limiting their movements while he simply removed ice where it would inhibit his companions.
Timothys approach was the most extreme. When he found it difficult to direct attacks to their competitors he seemed to simply devote himself to battle- but then he suddenly jumped in front of someone who was being attacked. A member of the Heavenly Lion Sect, specifically. He raised his shield- a new one obtained in the various trials- directly intercepting the attack. It was then that his purpose became clear. He hadnt suddenly decided that working with them was the best option. Instead, he was struck and sent rocketing backwards- into a very surprised cultivator who wasnt prepared to dodge someone launched by the golem. Timothy simply rallied all his energy for defense and let himself be catapulted into the man. Both of them crashed into the wall, but only Timothy quickly brushed himself off and was moving.
Catarina shook her head. It seems to be fine.
About what you did in there Im not going to complain, of course, but I would have liked some advance warning you could do that.
Sorry, Catarina shrugged. Honestly, I wasnt quite ready for something like that. Ive been studying the formations here, of course. Everything is buried behind myriad other layers. I just got the idea and I kind of picked up on that particular flow as I was going. I was planning to get ahead and encircle them with that formation I was setting up, but I slowed down once I got the idea.
... Firdaus seemed speechless, Youve been cultivating for how long?
Almost three years, Catarina said. Why?
Ah. I had initially assumed all of you were closer to the upper end like myself. Four or five years. How foolish of me.
There wasnt much more to say, and instead they just waited. There were no signs that the Heavenly Lion Sect would be joining them, but they remained cautious as they circulated their energy to refresh themselves. After fifteen minutes, the door in front of them opened. A disheveled looking woman with a sword at her side calmly walked out. She looked at all of them, then shook her head. Didnt make it. Good luck.
With what seemed to be two swift steps she was gone, and back in the previous room- where they couldnt catch a glimpse of the Heavenly Lion Sect at all.
That was Lev stared back behind them, That was Chikere, right? Shes a hair away from Essence Collection.
Anton tried to recall that name. Oh yes. Shes the other one at that level. An independent cultivator, even. I wonder what sort of trial stopped her at the very end. Assuming this is the end.
The door ahead of them was still open, and a voice called out from inside. Oy! I dont have all day! Or at least, you dont. Get in here or get out.
All of them looked at each other, then hurried inside. Once there they saw another Everheart. His appearance changed as they looked at him, suddenly growing a longer beard and adopting a different posture.
Everheart frowned, then patted his chest and felt his face. How did I? he scanned the people in the room, then pointed to Anton, What the hell man, whyd you have to throw everything off? Women want a dashing young fellow, not a nearly middle aged man. You threw off the average so much. Anton avoided commenting to wonder if being a dashing young fellow ever worked, either. Yet he was answered anyway. No it doesnt work! But it will someday! Though Im just a projection so Im not long for it anyway.
Is the real Everheart still out there? Anton asked.
Eh maybe. What year is it? the projection in front of them frowned. Probably dead. Or immortal or whatever. Couldnt be bothered to come back and check on us if he is alive. Selfish asshole. He stomped his foot on the ground, cracking it. And yes, I know thats me Im talking about! Now are we fighting or what?
Everyone blinked. Thats the trial? Anton asked.
The last one. Everheart punched a fist into his palm. Gotta at least get a little bit of entertainment out of this. Now come on! Lets do this.
Chapter 135The golems offered cumulative points for fighting them- though repeated performances at the same level gave significantly less. One category of rewards offered was medicine, and simple recovery from wounds was easily accomplished given a few days and some expense. Those few days were still critical parts of the month, and Anton wished he and the others had been able to enact a larger retaliation for Lev. Not that he felt like they werent able to be effective. The Heavenly Lion Sect had taken care to not bar cultivators from some of the strongest sects, but all of the independent cultivators and smaller sects were still reasonably outraged. Some of the larger sects spoke up as well, though their outrage could have been an excuse to promote their rivalries. Either way, it suddenly became harder for them to act as they pleased. Spots were filled up just before they attempted a trial of some sort, and rewards their members were eyeing were taken by others before they could obtain them. Despite Anishs proclamations, the approaching end of the training session only seemed to encourage people to cause trouble for others, though generally in less extreme ways than the nearly direct attacks. There was also perfectly acceptable competitive spirit that didnt involve sabotaging others as people pushed for the last few days.-----With Lev healed, the group decided to try their hand at The Gauntlet one final time. Either they would sustain injuries they couldnt recover from in just a few days or find success. They thought they were close on the last attempt, though they couldnt be completely sure.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.It was not a surprise to find that The Gauntlet was already busy. Others had the same idea as them, and were likewise making use of teams to try to push through the trials. It was impossible to know exactly how far others had gotten, but it seemed no one had reached the end just yet.The first challenge always involved some sort of physical or combat test. This time it was a series of traps. Not hidden ones, but obviously swinging blades and gouts of flame. Picking a path through and advancing with the right timing was the safest bet, though anyone with sufficient cultivation could simply plough their way through. Interestingly enough, the group found that this time that was more literal. Traps were usually never damaged and if they were damaged the formations quickly repaired them, but there was a straight path through the first room. Anton went through first just to make sure it wasnt some sort of trap and things were actually active, but he didnt spot any changes from the obvious- and arrived at the other side unscathed. At least they didnt have to expend their effort just yet, though it threw them off slightly.Future trials had nothing to destroy- though they did see some damaged floors as they continued through the pressure trial. They passed puzzles and the knowledge as well as another round of traps that were only slightly damaged. Then they came to the golems.Everyone was quite confident in defeating the golems, but it seemed a group was already there ahead of them. It seemed to be a dozen members of the Heavenly Lion Sect, with cultivations ranging from just entering Spirit Building to one member on the border between mid and late Spirit Building. They would have been quite content staying out of things and watching the fight, but apparently entering the room was sufficient to trigger more golems. Eight more golems, one with a curious cut on its otherwise flawless body, stepped out into the area. They headed towards the new entrants, but things didnt end there.The members of the Heavenly Lion Sect had clearly noticed them. The strongest one among them-who should have been the Senior Brother Zvonko- shouted orders. Formation C!There was sufficient room for the two groups to fight the total of twenty golems, but the members of the Heavenly Lion Sect began weaving themselves among the others, drawing their golems along with them. The group that was slightly more than half members of the Ninety-Nine Stars responded in kind. Nobody could directly attack another, but standing in front of someone while a golem punched with a multiple ton fist did just as well. It became a mess of fighting the golems while getting in the way of other combatants- while not also being blocked by them.Anton found himself forced into melee- even if he retreated, the members of the Heavenly Lion Sect would follow him with two or three members, since they had some spares. The golems likewise came with them. While Anton was still able to avoid the ponderous attacks of several golems, since they were intentionally being drawn towards him instead of fended off like his companions normally did he was less effective at damaging them and simply ended up drifting back towards the larger mass of people.Marsen had the most direct effects on the Heavenly Lion Sect. His frost could make the ground extremely slippery, but he was in no obligation to withdraw it when others moved through the area. Thus, he spread the effects wildly without directly touching anyone, limiting their movements while he simply removed ice where it would inhibit his companions.Timothys approach was the most extreme. When he found it difficult to direct attacks to their competitors he seemed to simply devote himself to battle- but then he suddenly jumped in front of someone who was being attacked. A member of the Heavenly Lion Sect, specifically. He raised his shield- a new one obtained in the various trials- directly intercepting the attack. It was then that his purpose became clear. He hadnt suddenly decided that working with them was the best option. Instead, he was struck and sent rocketing backwards- into a very surprised cultivator who wasnt prepared to dodge someone launched by the golem. Timothy simply rallied all his energy for defense and let himself be catapulted into the man. Both of them crashed into the wall, but only Timothy quickly brushed himself off and was moving.Catarina shook her head. It seems to be fine.About what you did in there Im not going to complain, of course, but I would have liked some advance warning you could do that.Sorry, Catarina shrugged. Honestly, I wasnt quite ready for something like that. Ive been studying the formations here, of course. Everything is buried behind myriad other layers. I just got the idea and I kind of picked up on that particular flow as I was going. I was planning to get ahead and encircle them with that formation I was setting up, but I slowed down once I got the idea.... Firdaus seemed speechless, Youve been cultivating for how long?Almost three years, Catarina said. Why?Ah. I had initially assumed all of you were closer to the upper end like myself. Four or five years. How foolish of me.There wasnt much more to say, and instead they just waited. There were no signs that the Heavenly Lion Sect would be joining them, but they remained cautious as they circulated their energy to refresh themselves. After fifteen minutes, the door in front of them opened. A disheveled looking woman with a sword at her side calmly walked out. She looked at all of them, then shook her head. Didnt make it. Good luck.With what seemed to be two swift steps she was gone, and back in the previous room- where they couldnt catch a glimpse of the Heavenly Lion Sect at all.That was Lev stared back behind them, That was Chikere, right? Shes a hair away from Essence Collection.Anton tried to recall that name. Oh yes. Shes the other one at that level. An independent cultivator, even. I wonder what sort of trial stopped her at the very end. Assuming this is the end.The door ahead of them was still open, and a voice called out from inside. Oy! I dont have all day! Or at least, you dont. Get in here or get out.All of them looked at each other, then hurried inside. Once there they saw another Everheart. His appearance changed as they looked at him, suddenly growing a longer beard and adopting a different posture.Everheart frowned, then patted his chest and felt his face. How did I? he scanned the people in the room, then pointed to Anton, What the hell man, whyd you have to throw everything off? Women want a dashing young fellow, not a nearly middle aged man. You threw off the average so much. Anton avoided commenting to wonder if being a dashing young fellow ever worked, either. Yet he was answered anyway. No it doesnt work! But it will someday! Though Im just a projection so Im not long for it anyway.Is the real Everheart still out there? Anton asked.Eh maybe. What year is it? the projection in front of them frowned. Probably dead. Or immortal or whatever. Couldnt be bothered to come back and check on us if he is alive. Selfish asshole. He stomped his foot on the ground, cracking it. And yes, I know thats me Im talking about! Now are we fighting or what?Everyone blinked. Thats the trial? Anton asked.The last one. Everheart punched a fist into his palm. Gotta at least get a little bit of entertainment out of this. Now come on! Lets do this.
