Chapter 232
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Chapter 232
The tall and skinny man covered in spiked armor, Alhaji, faced off against Kalpana who wielded two warhammers, one side of each head with a spike while the other was blunt. This would be the final match of the three, with one win for either side. While Kalpanas weapon were indeed suited for her opponent, she wouldnt necessarily have an easy time getting in a solid blow that allowed her weapons to pierce through his defenses.
As the countdown finished and the match began, Alhaji charged forward. The members of the Desert Hippo Sect all had a similar straightforward style, but Kalpana judged that just because his movements were simple didnt mean he would be easy to strike. He moved with great speed and momentum, forcing Kalpana to make the choice between counterattacking and protecting herself. If it were a battle to the death, one she was certain to have ample time to recover afterwards, she might be willing to take a swing at his vitals in exchange for a hit.
The tall man crouched low, at least compared to his height, his arms outstretched to cover a larger area. She ducked under and took a swing at his side, but his assault had actually made it difficult to land a proper blow. He also reacted to her ducking around him, swinging his arm like a spiked weapon that scraped along her skull, damaging her energy.
She didnt expect him to swivel around on his heel, nearly instantly reversing his momentum, but she reacted nonetheless. With one hammer she knocked his arm up, and with the other she hammered into his side, knocking him off course. She thought she might have cracked one of his ribs, but she couldnt be certain. This group was tough.
A flurry of hammers and spikes twirled around as Alhaji began to show what else he could do besides a straightforward charge. Punches and kick and leg sweeps all came with the added danger of spikes sticking out at odd angles. He was obviously familiar with their location, never hindering himself but always using it to make Kalpanas life more difficult. But while she was kept on the back foot, she was actually planning her attack. She slowly gathered energy, preparing for the right moment. When it came, she struck without hesitation. Alhaji overreached a bit too much with a punch, allowing her a moment to swing up one of her hammers, the spike driving into the inner side of the elbow. He was trying to move past her, but that allowed her to yank him to a sudden halt. Her other hammer came down on the spot she had battered before, striking with intensified force as sparks flew even before hammer struck armor.
She aimed slightly down, piercing into his ribs at an angle where she wouldnt hit his heart. That was a courtesy that was appropriate, though other than that it couldnt be said that she held back. Even as she managed that, Alhaji reached around with his good arm to try to pull her in and crush her, but she danced away. They faced each other for a few moments before Alhaji reached up to his side, where blood was flowing freely. I surrender. It is your victory.
As he said that, the remaining members of the Desert Hippo Clan inclined their heads, backing away from the bush that was the object of their contention. Both sides had injuries ranging in intensity, but they should be able to recover in a relatively short time frame. Going any further would just leave them vulnerable.
Good fortune to you, Bongani and the others said as they began to turn away.
Devon quickly gathered the others around, whispering to them, then called after them. Wait! The Desert Hippo Sect turned, looking back curiously. Devon pulled a handful of berries off of the bush, tossing them. It was a good match. You should take some. Before they could object, Devon continued. Just promise us this. If you are able to grow the plant first, share the details with us.
Bongani had easily caught the handful of berries, looking at them in his hand. Grow them? he questioned.
Absolutely. My grandfather would kill me if he knew I didnt at least try to grow something like this. The instant gratification of a little power is nothing compared to the eventual payoff. At least, if something suitable is found.
Bongani nodded, Very well. We shall try some soils near us. Though none are quite like this area.
Both sides parted peacefully from there. Devon knew it was only a small chance that theyd actually get anything in return, but the Desert Hippo Sect members would be leaving with a good opinion of the others. While they might never meet again, there could be a need for some allies in the rest of the tomb.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
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Alright, thats about it then, a voice appeared from nowhere, and though Anton had only heard this particular iteration of the voice several times before he wasnt going to mistake Everheart for anyone else. All of you have had your fun gathering everything as you desire. But you didnt come here for fancy plants. You came here for Ascension. And while I cant guarantee even a single one of you will reach that point, some of you are going to come away from this armed with new knowledge.
Given the general way the voice was speaking, Anton presumed that everyone else heard along with himself. He didnt suppose it would respond to questions, though he didnt have a good one ready anyway.
Ive opened up the final trial. Some of you are much closer than others, but thats fate. Or whatever. I dont know if that crap actually exists, but I wont hear any complaints about it. Everything goes to those who can get their hands on it first. And I mean it. Touch any of that stuff in there, and its yours. I dont mind little squabbles happening, but once someone has something thats it. I expect you all to be civil. After all, nobody would want to miss out on valuable information about ascension.
The more he reiterated that point, the more Anton wondered if it was some sort of prank. It was possible Everheart really didnt care about handing out the information, having already ascended or died himself, but the mere way it was said made him wonder what information Everheart could actually have. Then again if this place was made after he raided the Luminous Ocean Society- which was quite likely- he might have some exceptional secrets.
Or the most difficult place to get to would have a note that suggested something like climbing a mountain to achieve ascension.
Anton immediately rejected the first thought in front of him. Ascension makes one undefeatable. Of course that was not true. Unless people who had ascended simply couldnt fight. By the standards of the world he currently lived, he imagined that ascended individuals might indeed be unstoppable, but compared to their peers, there had to be those who were stronger and those who were weaker.
Setting that aside, Anton was immediately drawn to the third hallway. It spoke to him of fragility and weakness, a mere hollow and brittle form covering up the truth. That didnt ring quite true to him, but something drew him to it anyway.
Once more there was a small crystal, marginally bigger. He tried to make use of a small bit of technique hed learned to counter ascension energy, hoping to snag the crystal, but once more it was gone.
Everything is finite. Everything has its weaknesses, Everheart declared as he stood in the room. Until, in the end, one goes beyond ascension to reach true immortality.
Anton didnt hesitate, finding his answer immediately. Perhaps it was the cynic in him, but the thought of everything dies resonated with him too strongly to even consider other options.
A pity, Everheart commented as he entered the next room. You know so much, and have such talent, but youll never reach ascension.
It took a moment for Anton to register an actual form standing there, talking to him.
Anton shrugged, I know. But I made this choice.
Everheart snorted. Hah. If I was actually here, Id slap you for that. Most people dont have a choice.
I dont know if giving it up was really a choice, though. Nothing says I would have made it.
Dont pretend you arent a genius, Everheart said. I didnt think it would matter for this place, so I didnt take stock of everyones cultivation time when they came in. But knowing you used Fleeing Youth, I had to know how long youve been practicing. Six years to reach Essence Collection might put you into the second rank of geniuses, if you werent a century old. Everheart shook his head, I thought youd maybe started training Fleeting Youth, oh, four or five decades ago. But youre still new at that too. Everhearts eyes drilled into Anton. Do I sense some damage to your lifespan? I dont suppose it was Candle Wax?
Anton nodded. Thats right.
Look, just because Fleeting Youth functions better at the end of your life didnt mean you had to push yourself there.
Im not that careless. I had to save someone. Ive not used it in quite some time.
Everheart looked at Anton a while before nodding. Yeah, sounds about right. Listen. If you make it through Essence Collection- and I can all but guarantee you will- you would have reached Ascension. But its gone now. And dont tell me you didnt guess that. At the very least, you had to at least be aware of this messing up an unknown number of reincarnations.
An unknown number? Anton asked. I was under the assumption that I might not reincarnate at all.
Everheart shrugged, Maybe not. I have to point out I didnt actually use that one. But Im good enough at predicting side effects to tell you that your next few incarnations, if you have them, will be perfectly normal people.
That sounds wonderful, Anton said.
Too bad you cant ascend now, Everheart said. Im sure someone like you could do a lot with it. Well, Im sure when the time comes youll come up with something better anyway.
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Chapter 232
The tall and skinny man covered in spiked armor, Alhaji, faced off against Kalpana who wielded two warhammers, one side of each head with a spike while the other was blunt. This would be the final match of the three, with one win for either side. While Kalpanas weapon were indeed suited for her opponent, she wouldnt necessarily have an easy time getting in a solid blow that allowed her weapons to pierce through his defenses.
As the countdown finished and the match began, Alhaji charged forward. The members of the Desert Hippo Sect all had a similar straightforward style, but Kalpana judged that just because his movements were simple didnt mean he would be easy to strike. He moved with great speed and momentum, forcing Kalpana to make the choice between counterattacking and protecting herself. If it were a battle to the death, one she was certain to have ample time to recover afterwards, she might be willing to take a swing at his vitals in exchange for a hit.
The tall man crouched low, at least compared to his height, his arms outstretched to cover a larger area. She ducked under and took a swing at his side, but his assault had actually made it difficult to land a proper blow. He also reacted to her ducking around him, swinging his arm like a spiked weapon that scraped along her skull, damaging her energy.
She didnt expect him to swivel around on his heel, nearly instantly reversing his momentum, but she reacted nonetheless. With one hammer she knocked his arm up, and with the other she hammered into his side, knocking him off course. She thought she might have cracked one of his ribs, but she couldnt be certain. This group was tough.
A flurry of hammers and spikes twirled around as Alhaji began to show what else he could do besides a straightforward charge. Punches and kick and leg sweeps all came with the added danger of spikes sticking out at odd angles. He was obviously familiar with their location, never hindering himself but always using it to make Kalpanas life more difficult. But while she was kept on the back foot, she was actually planning her attack. She slowly gathered energy, preparing for the right moment. When it came, she struck without hesitation. Alhaji overreached a bit too much with a punch, allowing her a moment to swing up one of her hammers, the spike driving into the inner side of the elbow. He was trying to move past her, but that allowed her to yank him to a sudden halt. Her other hammer came down on the spot she had battered before, striking with intensified force as sparks flew even before hammer struck armor.
She aimed slightly down, piercing into his ribs at an angle where she wouldnt hit his heart. That was a courtesy that was appropriate, though other than that it couldnt be said that she held back. Even as she managed that, Alhaji reached around with his good arm to try to pull her in and crush her, but she danced away. They faced each other for a few moments before Alhaji reached up to his side, where blood was flowing freely. I surrender. It is your victory.
As he said that, the remaining members of the Desert Hippo Clan inclined their heads, backing away from the bush that was the object of their contention. Both sides had injuries ranging in intensity, but they should be able to recover in a relatively short time frame. Going any further would just leave them vulnerable.
Good fortune to you, Bongani and the others said as they began to turn away.
Devon quickly gathered the others around, whispering to them, then called after them. Wait! The Desert Hippo Sect turned, looking back curiously. Devon pulled a handful of berries off of the bush, tossing them. It was a good match. You should take some. Before they could object, Devon continued. Just promise us this. If you are able to grow the plant first, share the details with us.
Bongani had easily caught the handful of berries, looking at them in his hand. Grow them? he questioned.
Absolutely. My grandfather would kill me if he knew I didnt at least try to grow something like this. The instant gratification of a little power is nothing compared to the eventual payoff. At least, if something suitable is found.
Bongani nodded, Very well. We shall try some soils near us. Though none are quite like this area.
Both sides parted peacefully from there. Devon knew it was only a small chance that theyd actually get anything in return, but the Desert Hippo Sect members would be leaving with a good opinion of the others. While they might never meet again, there could be a need for some allies in the rest of the tomb.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
-----
Alright, thats about it then, a voice appeared from nowhere, and though Anton had only heard this particular iteration of the voice several times before he wasnt going to mistake Everheart for anyone else. All of you have had your fun gathering everything as you desire. But you didnt come here for fancy plants. You came here for Ascension. And while I cant guarantee even a single one of you will reach that point, some of you are going to come away from this armed with new knowledge.
Given the general way the voice was speaking, Anton presumed that everyone else heard along with himself. He didnt suppose it would respond to questions, though he didnt have a good one ready anyway.
Ive opened up the final trial. Some of you are much closer than others, but thats fate. Or whatever. I dont know if that crap actually exists, but I wont hear any complaints about it. Everything goes to those who can get their hands on it first. And I mean it. Touch any of that stuff in there, and its yours. I dont mind little squabbles happening, but once someone has something thats it. I expect you all to be civil. After all, nobody would want to miss out on valuable information about ascension.
The more he reiterated that point, the more Anton wondered if it was some sort of prank. It was possible Everheart really didnt care about handing out the information, having already ascended or died himself, but the mere way it was said made him wonder what information Everheart could actually have. Then again if this place was made after he raided the Luminous Ocean Society- which was quite likely- he might have some exceptional secrets.
Or the most difficult place to get to would have a note that suggested something like climbing a mountain to achieve ascension.
Anton immediately rejected the first thought in front of him. Ascension makes one undefeatable. Of course that was not true. Unless people who had ascended simply couldnt fight. By the standards of the world he currently lived, he imagined that ascended individuals might indeed be unstoppable, but compared to their peers, there had to be those who were stronger and those who were weaker.
Setting that aside, Anton was immediately drawn to the third hallway. It spoke to him of fragility and weakness, a mere hollow and brittle form covering up the truth. That didnt ring quite true to him, but something drew him to it anyway.
Once more there was a small crystal, marginally bigger. He tried to make use of a small bit of technique hed learned to counter ascension energy, hoping to snag the crystal, but once more it was gone.
Everything is finite. Everything has its weaknesses, Everheart declared as he stood in the room. Until, in the end, one goes beyond ascension to reach true immortality.
Anton didnt hesitate, finding his answer immediately. Perhaps it was the cynic in him, but the thought of everything dies resonated with him too strongly to even consider other options.
A pity, Everheart commented as he entered the next room. You know so much, and have such talent, but youll never reach ascension.
It took a moment for Anton to register an actual form standing there, talking to him.
Anton shrugged, I know. But I made this choice.
Everheart snorted. Hah. If I was actually here, Id slap you for that. Most people dont have a choice.
I dont know if giving it up was really a choice, though. Nothing says I would have made it.
Dont pretend you arent a genius, Everheart said. I didnt think it would matter for this place, so I didnt take stock of everyones cultivation time when they came in. But knowing you used Fleeing Youth, I had to know how long youve been practicing. Six years to reach Essence Collection might put you into the second rank of geniuses, if you werent a century old. Everheart shook his head, I thought youd maybe started training Fleeting Youth, oh, four or five decades ago. But youre still new at that too. Everhearts eyes drilled into Anton. Do I sense some damage to your lifespan? I dont suppose it was Candle Wax?
Anton nodded. Thats right.
Look, just because Fleeting Youth functions better at the end of your life didnt mean you had to push yourself there.
Im not that careless. I had to save someone. Ive not used it in quite some time.
Everheart looked at Anton a while before nodding. Yeah, sounds about right. Listen. If you make it through Essence Collection- and I can all but guarantee you will- you would have reached Ascension. But its gone now. And dont tell me you didnt guess that. At the very least, you had to at least be aware of this messing up an unknown number of reincarnations.
An unknown number? Anton asked. I was under the assumption that I might not reincarnate at all.
Everheart shrugged, Maybe not. I have to point out I didnt actually use that one. But Im good enough at predicting side effects to tell you that your next few incarnations, if you have them, will be perfectly normal people.
That sounds wonderful, Anton said.
Too bad you cant ascend now, Everheart said. Im sure someone like you could do a lot with it. Well, Im sure when the time comes youll come up with something better anyway.
Chapter 232The tall and skinny man covered in spiked armor, Alhaji, faced off against Kalpana who wielded two warhammers, one side of each head with a spike while the other was blunt. This would be the final match of the three, with one win for either side. While Kalpanas weapon were indeed suited for her opponent, she wouldnt necessarily have an easy time getting in a solid blow that allowed her weapons to pierce through his defenses.As the countdown finished and the match began, Alhaji charged forward. The members of the Desert Hippo Sect all had a similar straightforward style, but Kalpana judged that just because his movements were simple didnt mean he would be easy to strike. He moved with great speed and momentum, forcing Kalpana to make the choice between counterattacking and protecting herself. If it were a battle to the death, one she was certain to have ample time to recover afterwards, she might be willing to take a swing at his vitals in exchange for a hit. The tall man crouched low, at least compared to his height, his arms outstretched to cover a larger area. She ducked under and took a swing at his side, but his assault had actually made it difficult to land a proper blow. He also reacted to her ducking around him, swinging his arm like a spiked weapon that scraped along her skull, damaging her energy. She didnt expect him to swivel around on his heel, nearly instantly reversing his momentum, but she reacted nonetheless. With one hammer she knocked his arm up, and with the other she hammered into his side, knocking him off course. She thought she might have cracked one of his ribs, but she couldnt be certain. This group was tough.A flurry of hammers and spikes twirled around as Alhaji began to show what else he could do besides a straightforward charge. Punches and kick and leg sweeps all came with the added danger of spikes sticking out at odd angles. He was obviously familiar with their location, never hindering himself but always using it to make Kalpanas life more difficult. But while she was kept on the back foot, she was actually planning her attack. She slowly gathered energy, preparing for the right moment. When it came, she struck without hesitation. Alhaji overreached a bit too much with a punch, allowing her a moment to swing up one of her hammers, the spike driving into the inner side of the elbow. He was trying to move past her, but that allowed her to yank him to a sudden halt. Her other hammer came down on the spot she had battered before, striking with intensified force as sparks flew even before hammer struck armor.She aimed slightly down, piercing into his ribs at an angle where she wouldnt hit his heart. That was a courtesy that was appropriate, though other than that it couldnt be said that she held back. Even as she managed that, Alhaji reached around with his good arm to try to pull her in and crush her, but she danced away. They faced each other for a few moments before Alhaji reached up to his side, where blood was flowing freely. I surrender. It is your victory.As he said that, the remaining members of the Desert Hippo Clan inclined their heads, backing away from the bush that was the object of their contention. Both sides had injuries ranging in intensity, but they should be able to recover in a relatively short time frame. Going any further would just leave them vulnerable.Good fortune to you, Bongani and the others said as they began to turn away.Devon quickly gathered the others around, whispering to them, then called after them. Wait! The Desert Hippo Sect turned, looking back curiously. Devon pulled a handful of berries off of the bush, tossing them. It was a good match. You should take some. Before they could object, Devon continued. Just promise us this. If you are able to grow the plant first, share the details with us.Bongani had easily caught the handful of berries, looking at them in his hand. Grow them? he questioned.Absolutely. My grandfather would kill me if he knew I didnt at least try to grow something like this. The instant gratification of a little power is nothing compared to the eventual payoff. At least, if something suitable is found.Bongani nodded, Very well. We shall try some soils near us. Though none are quite like this area.Both sides parted peacefully from there. Devon knew it was only a small chance that theyd actually get anything in return, but the Desert Hippo Sect members would be leaving with a good opinion of the others. While they might never meet again, there could be a need for some allies in the rest of the tomb.The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n.-----Alright, thats about it then, a voice appeared from nowhere, and though Anton had only heard this particular iteration of the voice several times before he wasnt going to mistake Everheart for anyone else. All of you have had your fun gathering everything as you desire. But you didnt come here for fancy plants. You came here for Ascension. And while I cant guarantee even a single one of you will reach that point, some of you are going to come away from this armed with new knowledge.Given the general way the voice was speaking, Anton presumed that everyone else heard along with himself. He didnt suppose it would respond to questions, though he didnt have a good one ready anyway.Ive opened up the final trial. Some of you are much closer than others, but thats fate. Or whatever. I dont know if that crap actually exists, but I wont hear any complaints about it. Everything goes to those who can get their hands on it first. And I mean it. Touch any of that stuff in there, and its yours. I dont mind little squabbles happening, but once someone has something thats it. I expect you all to be civil. After all, nobody would want to miss out on valuable information about ascension.The more he reiterated that point, the more Anton wondered if it was some sort of prank. It was possible Everheart really didnt care about handing out the information, having already ascended or died himself, but the mere way it was said made him wonder what information Everheart could actually have. Then again if this place was made after he raided the Luminous Ocean Society- which was quite likely- he might have some exceptional secrets.Or the most difficult place to get to would have a note that suggested something like climbing a mountain to achieve ascension.Anton immediately rejected the first thought in front of him. Ascension makes one undefeatable. Of course that was not true. Unless people who had ascended simply couldnt fight. By the standards of the world he currently lived, he imagined that ascended individuals might indeed be unstoppable, but compared to their peers, there had to be those who were stronger and those who were weaker.Setting that aside, Anton was immediately drawn to the third hallway. It spoke to him of fragility and weakness, a mere hollow and brittle form covering up the truth. That didnt ring quite true to him, but something drew him to it anyway.Once more there was a small crystal, marginally bigger. He tried to make use of a small bit of technique hed learned to counter ascension energy, hoping to snag the crystal, but once more it was gone.Everything is finite. Everything has its weaknesses, Everheart declared as he stood in the room. Until, in the end, one goes beyond ascension to reach true immortality.Anton didnt hesitate, finding his answer immediately. Perhaps it was the cynic in him, but the thought of everything dies resonated with him too strongly to even consider other options.A pity, Everheart commented as he entered the next room. You know so much, and have such talent, but youll never reach ascension.It took a moment for Anton to register an actual form standing there, talking to him.Anton shrugged, I know. But I made this choice.Everheart snorted. Hah. If I was actually here, Id slap you for that. Most people dont have a choice.I dont know if giving it up was really a choice, though. Nothing says I would have made it.Dont pretend you arent a genius, Everheart said. I didnt think it would matter for this place, so I didnt take stock of everyones cultivation time when they came in. But knowing you used Fleeing Youth, I had to know how long youve been practicing. Six years to reach Essence Collection might put you into the second rank of geniuses, if you werent a century old. Everheart shook his head, I thought youd maybe started training Fleeting Youth, oh, four or five decades ago. But youre still new at that too. Everhearts eyes drilled into Anton. Do I sense some damage to your lifespan? I dont suppose it was Candle Wax?Anton nodded. Thats right.Look, just because Fleeting Youth functions better at the end of your life didnt mean you had to push yourself there.Im not that careless. I had to save someone. Ive not used it in quite some time.Everheart looked at Anton a while before nodding. Yeah, sounds about right. Listen. If you make it through Essence Collection- and I can all but guarantee you will- you would have reached Ascension. But its gone now. And dont tell me you didnt guess that. At the very least, you had to at least be aware of this messing up an unknown number of reincarnations.An unknown number? Anton asked. I was under the assumption that I might not reincarnate at all.Everheart shrugged, Maybe not. I have to point out I didnt actually use that one. But Im good enough at predicting side effects to tell you that your next few incarnations, if you have them, will be perfectly normal people.That sounds wonderful, Anton said.Too bad you cant ascend now, Everheart said. Im sure someone like you could do a lot with it. Well, Im sure when the time comes youll come up with something better anyway.
