Chapter 2394: 2394
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Dyon's movements synced with his vajra body. An unprecedented power coursing through his veins.
As his vajra body pulled qi, he too subdued this qi. As his vajra body conjured seas of flames and skies of lightning, he too manifested fires and unleashed thunderous streaks of gold.
His fist slammed into Emytheus' ċhėst even as Emytheus' palm struck against his own.
His scythe hooked around Emytheus' head, pulling backing viciously as he used the momentum of Emytheus' own palm strike against him.
Emytheus' gaze flashed, the laws of the mortal plane distorting. Suddenly, his neck, which had just been before Dyon's scythe, suddenly appeared behind it, causing Dyon's attempt to miss completely.
Dyon didn't miss a beat, his scythe suddenly vanishing to appear in his still outstretched left hand, cutting off Emytheus' path to retreat.
A surge of aura erupted from Emytheus' body. He circulated the abilities of his Ancestor Demeter, a barrier of thick qi appearing around him that deflected Dyon's sudden strike.
Blood flew from the lips of both young men. They paused for bȧrėly a split moment before they charged toward one another once more.
A flurry of exchanges erupted, but the cycle seemed to be endless. Dyon would force Emytheus into a defensive position, only for Emytheus to dig deep into his reserves, wringing his talent dry and pushing himself past his limits.
Both were relentless in their pursuits, but Dyon's soul strength seemed to be endless.
It was unknown when, but Emytheus ceased using his Ancestor Apollo's ability to heal himself fully. As long as he could keep going, it was enough. Whether it was torn muscle or shattered bone, he would only spare the effort to heal them partially as he poured his everything into his combat strength.
It was then it happened. With a sudden clang Reaper's blade was sliced in half.
Though Dyon felt a pain in his heart as he heard Reaper's scream echo through his mind, he could only send his partner into what remained of his inner world, continuing to unleash his attacks in a rain of fists and knees.
Emytheus' gaze brightened. He had known that Dyon's Reaper wouldn't last for much longer. With it gone, a good portion of his fundamental runes had become useless.
Dyon's battle prowess dipped, but his battle intent blazed, nonetheless. In fact, the flames and lightning that coated his body seemed to grow more intense, as though they were resonating with his more primal, vicious approach.
Emytheus' and Dyon's elbows and knees met through the air, the sound of their shattering bones completely overshadowed by the booming cacophonies of their resonating strikes.
Neither flinched for even a moment.
Palm met fist. Leg met elbow. Forehead met forehead.
Emytheus' golden-brown eyes stared toward Dyon's closed eyelids as though to draw a line of fire through his skull.
Their clashing heads rebounded, Dyon's hands reaching out through space to grab Emytheus' neck.
Emytheus clenched a fist, bombarding Dyon's torso with three quick strikes that completely deformed his ribcage.
Dyon's forearm flexed, crushing Emytheus' neck completely.
With a quick retreat, Emytheus bounded through the air, ignoring the flesh ripped from his neck in his hasty escape. His head hung at an awkward angle, but the fire didn't die from his eyes as he snapped it back into place.
But by the time he had, Dyon had already crossed the distance between them. The three concave cavities on his torso painting a ghastly picture.
Emytheus' gaze flickered. He knew that his strikes had shattered Dyon's heart and completely disrupted the flow of Dyon's vital qi, the only qi he could even use currently aside from his soul qi. Yet, Dyon hadn't taken the time to heal himself?
It was too late for countermeasures. Emytheus rolled his shoulder forward to block Dyon's coming strike, his arm nearly flying from its socket under the load. A stomach-churning white mass protruded from where his shoulder once was.
Dyon's pursuit was relentless. A second fist flew forward, forcing Emytheus to roll to his other shoulder forward, only for it pop out through his skin as well.
A roar escaped Emytheus' lips. His blade-like aura manifesting from his leg as he countered.
Dyon flew backward, allowing Emytheus to forcefully flex his arms, snapping them back into place. Not even bothering to heal the torn ligaments completely, he pursued Dyon, slamming him downward with a two-handed hammer fist.
"You will lose!"
Caught up in his own emotions, Emytheus forgot his own oath to not speak another word. He chased after Dyon's rapidly descending figure, making eye contact with the latter's expressionless face. However, it was in that moment that Dyon smiled.
"… Even if the Heavens want me to lose… I won't…"
Dyon's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a depth of black. His eyes were still missing, the leaking blood from his sockets alone proved this much. However, a dangerous feeling enveloped Emytheus.
How Dyon's eye sockets remained empty, yet he still seemed capable of 'seeing', Emytheus didn't know. But his instincts hurried him into an explosive retreat.
Just as Emytheus retreated, the place he was standing in suddenly warped, disintegrating into nothing. There was not a single molecule of air left remaining. Just a hole of endless black that seemed to absorb everything.
Within Dyon's inner world, Reaper's crippled formed roared with pride, the last of its strength seeping outward to project the very eye it formed during its evolution into the Empyrean Grade.
It seemed that it wasn't only Dyon and Emytheus improving, but even Dyon's own weapon as well.. Its grade surged to a new height, entering the Middle Empyrean Grade.
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Dyon's movements synced with his vajra body. An unprecedented power coursing through his veins.
As his vajra body pulled qi, he too subdued this qi. As his vajra body conjured seas of flames and skies of lightning, he too manifested fires and unleashed thunderous streaks of gold.
His fist slammed into Emytheus' ċhėst even as Emytheus' palm struck against his own.
His scythe hooked around Emytheus' head, pulling backing viciously as he used the momentum of Emytheus' own palm strike against him.
Emytheus' gaze flashed, the laws of the mortal plane distorting. Suddenly, his neck, which had just been before Dyon's scythe, suddenly appeared behind it, causing Dyon's attempt to miss completely.
Dyon didn't miss a beat, his scythe suddenly vanishing to appear in his still outstretched left hand, cutting off Emytheus' path to retreat.
A surge of aura erupted from Emytheus' body. He circulated the abilities of his Ancestor Demeter, a barrier of thick qi appearing around him that deflected Dyon's sudden strike.
Blood flew from the lips of both young men. They paused for bȧrėly a split moment before they charged toward one another once more.
A flurry of exchanges erupted, but the cycle seemed to be endless. Dyon would force Emytheus into a defensive position, only for Emytheus to dig deep into his reserves, wringing his talent dry and pushing himself past his limits.
Both were relentless in their pursuits, but Dyon's soul strength seemed to be endless.
It was unknown when, but Emytheus ceased using his Ancestor Apollo's ability to heal himself fully. As long as he could keep going, it was enough. Whether it was torn muscle or shattered bone, he would only spare the effort to heal them partially as he poured his everything into his combat strength.
It was then it happened. With a sudden clang Reaper's blade was sliced in half.
Though Dyon felt a pain in his heart as he heard Reaper's scream echo through his mind, he could only send his partner into what remained of his inner world, continuing to unleash his attacks in a rain of fists and knees.
Emytheus' gaze brightened. He had known that Dyon's Reaper wouldn't last for much longer. With it gone, a good portion of his fundamental runes had become useless.
Dyon's battle prowess dipped, but his battle intent blazed, nonetheless. In fact, the flames and lightning that coated his body seemed to grow more intense, as though they were resonating with his more primal, vicious approach.
Emytheus' and Dyon's elbows and knees met through the air, the sound of their shattering bones completely overshadowed by the booming cacophonies of their resonating strikes.
Neither flinched for even a moment.
Palm met fist. Leg met elbow. Forehead met forehead.
Emytheus' golden-brown eyes stared toward Dyon's closed eyelids as though to draw a line of fire through his skull.
Their clashing heads rebounded, Dyon's hands reaching out through space to grab Emytheus' neck.
Emytheus clenched a fist, bombarding Dyon's torso with three quick strikes that completely deformed his ribcage.
Dyon's forearm flexed, crushing Emytheus' neck completely.
With a quick retreat, Emytheus bounded through the air, ignoring the flesh ripped from his neck in his hasty escape. His head hung at an awkward angle, but the fire didn't die from his eyes as he snapped it back into place.
But by the time he had, Dyon had already crossed the distance between them. The three concave cavities on his torso painting a ghastly picture.
Emytheus' gaze flickered. He knew that his strikes had shattered Dyon's heart and completely disrupted the flow of Dyon's vital qi, the only qi he could even use currently aside from his soul qi. Yet, Dyon hadn't taken the time to heal himself?
It was too late for countermeasures. Emytheus rolled his shoulder forward to block Dyon's coming strike, his arm nearly flying from its socket under the load. A stomach-churning white mass protruded from where his shoulder once was.
Dyon's pursuit was relentless. A second fist flew forward, forcing Emytheus to roll to his other shoulder forward, only for it pop out through his skin as well.
A roar escaped Emytheus' lips. His blade-like aura manifesting from his leg as he countered.
Dyon flew backward, allowing Emytheus to forcefully flex his arms, snapping them back into place. Not even bothering to heal the torn ligaments completely, he pursued Dyon, slamming him downward with a two-handed hammer fist.
"You will lose!"
Caught up in his own emotions, Emytheus forgot his own oath to not speak another word. He chased after Dyon's rapidly descending figure, making eye contact with the latter's expressionless face. However, it was in that moment that Dyon smiled.
"… Even if the Heavens want me to lose… I won't…"
Dyon's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a depth of black. His eyes were still missing, the leaking blood from his sockets alone proved this much. However, a dangerous feeling enveloped Emytheus.
How Dyon's eye sockets remained empty, yet he still seemed capable of 'seeing', Emytheus didn't know. But his instincts hurried him into an explosive retreat.
Just as Emytheus retreated, the place he was standing in suddenly warped, disintegrating into nothing. There was not a single molecule of air left remaining. Just a hole of endless black that seemed to absorb everything.
Within Dyon's inner world, Reaper's crippled formed roared with pride, the last of its strength seeping outward to project the very eye it formed during its evolution into the Empyrean Grade.
It seemed that it wasn't only Dyon and Emytheus improving, but even Dyon's own weapon as well.. Its grade surged to a new height, entering the Middle Empyrean Grade.
Dyon's movements synced with his vajra body. An unprecedented power coursing through his veins. As his vajra body pulled qi, he too subdued this qi. As his vajra body conjured seas of flames and skies of lightning, he too manifested fires and unleashed thunderous streaks of gold. His fist slammed into Emytheus' hst even as Emytheus' palm struck against his own. His scythe hooked around Emytheus' head, pulling backing viciously as he used the momentum of Emytheus' own palm strike against him. Emytheus' gaze flashed, the laws of the mortal plane distorting. Suddenly, his neck, which had just been before Dyon's scythe, suddenly appeared behind it, causing Dyon's attempt to miss completely. Dyon didn't miss a beat, his scythe suddenly vanishing to appear in his still outstretched left hand, cutting off Emytheus' path to retreat. A surge of aura erupted from Emytheus' body. He circulated the abilities of his Ancestor Demeter, a barrier of thick qi appearing around him that deflected Dyon's sudden strike. Blood flew from the lips of both young men. They paused for brly a split moment before they charged toward one another once more. A flurry of exchanges erupted, but the cycle seemed to be endless. Dyon would force Emytheus into a defensive position, only for Emytheus to dig deep into his reserves, wringing his talent dry and pushing himself past his limits. Both were relentless in their pursuits, but Dyon's soul strength seemed to be endless. It was unknown when, but Emytheus ceased using his Ancestor Apollo's ability to heal himself fully. As long as he could keep going, it was enough. Whether it was torn muscle or shattered bone, he would only spare the effort to heal them partially as he poured his everything into his combat strength. It was then it happened. With a sudden clang Reaper's blade was sliced in half. Though Dyon felt a pain in his heart as he heard Reaper's scream echo through his mind, he could only send his partner into what remained of his inner world, continuing to unleash his attacks in a rain of fists and knees. Emytheus' gaze brightened. He had known that Dyon's Reaper wouldn't last for much longer. With it gone, a good portion of his fundamental runes had become useless. Dyon's battle prowess dipped, but his battle intent blazed, nonetheless. In fact, the flames and lightning that coated his body seemed to grow more intense, as though they were resonating with his more primal, vicious approach. Emytheus' and Dyon's elbows and knees met through the air, the sound of their shattering bones completely overshadowed by the booming cacophonies of their resonating strikes. Neither flinched for even a moment. Palm met fist. Leg met elbow. Forehead met forehead. Emytheus' golden-brown eyes stared toward Dyon's closed eyelids as though to draw a line of fire through his skull. Their clashing heads rebounded, Dyon's hands reaching out through space to grab Emytheus' neck. Emytheus clenched a fist, bombarding Dyon's torso with three quick strikes that completely deformed his ribcage. Dyon's forearm flexed, crushing Emytheus' neck completely. With a quick retreat, Emytheus bounded through the air, ignoring the flesh ripped from his neck in his hasty escape. His head hung at an awkward angle, but the fire didn't die from his eyes as he snapped it back into place. But by the time he had, Dyon had already crossed the distance between them. The three concave cavities on his torso painting a ghastly picture. Emytheus' gaze flickered. He knew that his strikes had shattered Dyon's heart and completely disrupted the flow of Dyon's vital qi, the only qi he could even use currently aside from his soul qi. Yet, Dyon hadn't taken the time to heal himself? It was too late for countermeasures. Emytheus rolled his shoulder forward to block Dyon's coming strike, his arm nearly flying from its socket under the load. A stomach-churning white mass protruded from where his shoulder once was. Dyon's pursuit was relentless. A second fist flew forward, forcing Emytheus to roll to his other shoulder forward, only for it pop out through his skin as well. A roar escaped Emytheus' lips. His blade-like aura manifesting from his leg as he countered. Dyon flew backward, allowing Emytheus to forcefully flex his arms, snapping them back into place. Not even bothering to heal the torn ligaments completely, he pursued Dyon, slamming him downward with a two-handed hammer fist. "You will lose!" Caught up in his own emotions, Emytheus forgot his own oath to not speak another word. He chased after Dyon's rapidly descending figure, making eye contact with the latter's expressionless face. However, it was in that moment that Dyon smiled. " Even if the Heavens want me to lose I won't" Dyon's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a depth of black. His eyes were still missing, the leaking blood from his sockets alone proved this much. However, a dangerous feeling enveloped Emytheus. How Dyon's eye sockets remained empty, yet he still seemed capable of 'seeing', Emytheus didn't know. But his instincts hurried him into an explosive retreat. Just as Emytheus retreated, the place he was standing in suddenly warped, disintegrating into nothing. There was not a single molecule of air left remaining. Just a hole of endless black that seemed to absorb everything. Within Dyon's inner world, Reaper's crippled formed roared with pride, the last of its strength seeping outward to project the very eye it formed during its evolution into the Empyrean Grade. It seemed that it wasn't only Dyon and Emytheus improving, but even Dyon's own weapon as well.. Its grade surged to a new height, entering the Middle Empyrean Grade.
