Chapter 1992: God
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Chapter 1992 God
"Your hide sure is tough. Take one of these for me... [Bloody Guillotine]." The skies turned red. The illusion of an execution blade coated in dried blood flickered in the skies as Dyon's leg descended upon Yadmere's cheek. BOOM!
"It seems that I've gone too easy on the two of you." Dyon's figure flickered and dodged as he retreated backward, narrowly escaping several of Yadmere's space rending strikes. Before anyone could under the incredulous nature of Dyon's words, another change took place. Above his head, a halo of gold shimmered into existence. If before, Dyon was reminiscent of an angel, he truly looked no different from one now, come down to pass god's judgement. However, to Dyon, he was the god.
The world practically slowed under Dyon's gaze. Every twitch of the muscle, every qi fluctuation, every plot hidden behind a gaze, was taken in by him in an instant. In one instant he was retreating, but in the next, he slipped between a palm and fist thrown by the two Ancestors, his swordplay evolving to another level. [A Winter's Last Snowfall] circulated once more. Except this time, it carried a myriad of changes impossible to predict. Like a snowflake caught in the whims of a cold breeze, Dyon's sword fell again and again. Ancestor Scholar trembled. 'His Weapon's Master Will entered the 5th Intent level... Why is it still rising?!' [Author's Note: A reminder that the weapon's master will is a bit special. When it was a will, it displayed itself like an intent. Now that it's an intent, it displays itself like a Dao.]
Estein had no way of knowing that Dyon's comprehension abilities had already exceeded the mortal plane. For his current self, comprehending daos was no different that attempting to comprehend a new will or intent. This wasn't to say that it was easy. In fact, Dyon's speed of comprehension still paled in comparison to Lilith who didn't have Immortal Sense – when it came to the sword, anyway. It was rather that he had spent too long not raising his comprehension levels. With the experience he had accumulated over these long decades, he had a solid foundation to burst forth from. Still, even this was just the tip of the iceberg. Dyon realized that the deeper comprehension he had toward [One Above All], the quicker his comprehension of lesser wills became. Dyon faintly understood that in the future, if he focused all of his attention on it, the remainder of his Daos would naturally increase along with it. It already had this level of benefit despite it being only at the 3rd Will Level. Dyon could only imagine the kind of benefits it would have in the future. The pressure on the two Ancestors increased. Even though they hadn't sustained a single injury, the fact they were on their backfoot couldn't be denied. With the restrictions to their speed, this was something everyone below could see. Estein was circulating his abacus dao to its greatest extent, trying to lay out a formula for Dyon's swordplay. But, before he could succeed, Dyon's momentum changed again. [A Spring's Sweet Breeze]. If before his swordplay was erratic and unpredictable, sorrowful, even, it now carried a gentle rhythm that threw the Ancestor Scholar completely off. In just a few moments, his robes suffered several cuts, causing his eyes to redden in fury. How many swordsmen of the past had attempted to emulate the four seasons? There were simply too many to count. But why did was this Dyon's iteration so powerful? Why did it feel as though all others had simply become a joke? Excavate this data, retracing it to n0v*lbin★
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Chapter 1992 God
"Your hide sure is tough. Take one of these for me... [Bloody Guillotine]." The skies turned red. The illusion of an execution blade coated in dried blood flickered in the skies as Dyon's leg descended upon Yadmere's cheek. BOOM!
"It seems that I've gone too easy on the two of you." Dyon's figure flickered and dodged as he retreated backward, narrowly escaping several of Yadmere's space rending strikes. Before anyone could under the incredulous nature of Dyon's words, another change took place. Above his head, a halo of gold shimmered into existence. If before, Dyon was reminiscent of an angel, he truly looked no different from one now, come down to pass god's judgement. However, to Dyon, he was the god.
The world practically slowed under Dyon's gaze. Every twitch of the muscle, every qi fluctuation, every plot hidden behind a gaze, was taken in by him in an instant. In one instant he was retreating, but in the next, he slipped between a palm and fist thrown by the two Ancestors, his swordplay evolving to another level. [A Winter's Last Snowfall] circulated once more. Except this time, it carried a myriad of changes impossible to predict. Like a snowflake caught in the whims of a cold breeze, Dyon's sword fell again and again. Ancestor Scholar trembled. 'His Weapon's Master Will entered the 5th Intent level... Why is it still rising?!' [Author's Note: A reminder that the weapon's master will is a bit special. When it was a will, it displayed itself like an intent. Now that it's an intent, it displays itself like a Dao.]
Estein had no way of knowing that Dyon's comprehension abilities had already exceeded the mortal plane. For his current self, comprehending daos was no different that attempting to comprehend a new will or intent. This wasn't to say that it was easy. In fact, Dyon's speed of comprehension still paled in comparison to Lilith who didn't have Immortal Sense – when it came to the sword, anyway. It was rather that he had spent too long not raising his comprehension levels. With the experience he had accumulated over these long decades, he had a solid foundation to burst forth from. Still, even this was just the tip of the iceberg. Dyon realized that the deeper comprehension he had toward [One Above All], the quicker his comprehension of lesser wills became. Dyon faintly understood that in the future, if he focused all of his attention on it, the remainder of his Daos would naturally increase along with it. It already had this level of benefit despite it being only at the 3rd Will Level. Dyon could only imagine the kind of benefits it would have in the future. The pressure on the two Ancestors increased. Even though they hadn't sustained a single injury, the fact they were on their backfoot couldn't be denied. With the restrictions to their speed, this was something everyone below could see. Estein was circulating his abacus dao to its greatest extent, trying to lay out a formula for Dyon's swordplay. But, before he could succeed, Dyon's momentum changed again. [A Spring's Sweet Breeze]. If before his swordplay was erratic and unpredictable, sorrowful, even, it now carried a gentle rhythm that threw the Ancestor Scholar completely off. In just a few moments, his robes suffered several cuts, causing his eyes to redden in fury. How many swordsmen of the past had attempted to emulate the four seasons? There were simply too many to count. But why did was this Dyon's iteration so powerful? Why did it feel as though all others had simply become a joke? Excavate this data, retracing it to n0v*lbin★
Chapter 1992 God "Your hide sure is tough. Take one of these for me... Bloody Guillotine." The skies turned red. The illusion of an execution blade coated in dried blood flickered in the skies as Dyon's leg descended upon Yadmere's cheek. BOOM! "It seems that I've gone too easy on the two of you." Dyon's figure flickered and dodged as he retreated backward, narrowly escaping several of Yadmere's space rending strikes. Before anyone could under the incredulous nature of Dyon's words, another change took place. Above his head, a halo of gold shimmered into existence. If before, Dyon was reminiscent of an angel, he truly looked no different from one now, come down to pass god's judgement. However, to Dyon, he was the god. The world practically slowed under Dyon's gaze. Every twitch of the muscle, every qi fluctuation, every plot hidden behind a gaze, was taken in by him in an instant. In one instant he was retreating, but in the next, he slipped between a palm and fist thrown by the two Ancestors, his swordplay evolving to another level. A Winter's Last Snowfall circulated once more. Except this time, it carried a myriad of changes impossible to predict. Like a snowflake caught in the whims of a cold breeze, Dyon's sword fell again and again. Ancestor Scholar trembled. 'His Weapon's Master Will entered the 5th Intent level... Why is it still rising?!' Author's Note: A reminder that the weapon's master will is a bit special. When it was a will, it displayed itself like an intent. Now that it's an intent, it displays itself like a Dao. Estein had no way of knowing that Dyon's comprehension abilities had already exceeded the mortal plane. For his current self, comprehending daos was no different that attempting to comprehend a new will or intent. This wasn't to say that it was easy. In fact, Dyon's speed of comprehension still paled in comparison to Lilith who didn't have Immortal Sense when it came to the sword, anyway. It was rather that he had spent too long not raising his comprehension levels. With the experience he had accumulated over these long decades, he had a solid foundation to burst forth from. Still, even this was just the tip of the iceberg. Dyon realized that the deeper comprehension he had toward One Above All, the quicker his comprehension of lesser wills became. Dyon faintly understood that in the future, if he focused all of his attention on it, the remainder of his Daos would naturally increase along with it. It already had this level of benefit despite it being only at the 3rd Will Level. Dyon could only imagine the kind of benefits it would have in the future. The pressure on the two Ancestors increased. Even though they hadn't sustained a single injury, the fact they were on their backfoot couldn't be denied. With the restrictions to their speed, this was something everyone below could see. Estein was circulating his abacus dao to its greatest extent, trying to lay out a formula for Dyon's swordplay. But, before he could succeed, Dyon's momentum changed again. A Spring's Sweet Breeze. If before his swordplay was erratic and unpredictable, sorrowful, even, it now carried a gentle rhythm that threw the Ancestor Scholar completely off. In just a few moments, his robes suffered several cuts, causing his eyes to redden in fury. How many swordsmen of the past had attempted to emulate the four seasons? There were simply too many to count. But why did was this Dyon's iteration so powerful? Why did it feel as though all others had simply become a joke? Excavate this data, retracing it to n0v*lbin
