Chapter 11
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"That was from Su Min's room, right?"
The sword youth gulped and nodded whilst Qiu Jin put up an unwilling expression. The bang continued to reverberate with a metallic racket as the house stabilised, yet this shocked everyone even more.
"I swear these houses were made out of metal... Maybe it was something else?"
Uncertain expressions flickered on them, yet as they renounced the thought of Su Min having the ability to thrash the house down, an inhuman whistling noise blew without warning.
It seemed to have started at the corridor upstairs, yet within seconds they heard a rumble closing in towards the open door in the room they are in.
"SHI-"
*WOOSH*
Before they could even escape a crazed afterimage tore past them, accompanied by a light gush of wind and a velocity that surpassed their cognitive abilities.
*CRASH*
A sharp crash ruptured the wall in front of them as a visible dent rasped under the sudden force, nearly peeling the metal. A groan followed as a tired looking youth frowned, removing his face from the wall.
Everyone took a step back whilst Yi Zan rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. A stark image shone in her eyes as she looked at Su Min, making her nearly gasp on instinct.
"S-Su Min?"
His clothes were torn to shreds like they had ruptured, where the only part that remained intact were half his trousers. However, this only made everyone reveal incredulous looks when they saw what had caused his clothes to burst.
"W-was he always that muscular..?"
Ferocious muscles glimmered under the daylight as they stared with wide eyes. His abs had somehow taken form into a 8 pack whilst every other muscle became so clearly defined that you could count them. It wasn't just this, but a mystical symbol slowly rotated on his chest. It was so blurry that they were unable to make out the image, but it made their hearts quiver with uneasiness.
...
'I can't control my strength...'
Su Min, currently with a pounding head due to thrashing it onto a metal wall, could only wirily smile. He had lost consciousness for God knows how long, and when he was finally able to wake up he didn't realise the situation with his body, thus...
'I hope they don't fine for damage... Though right now I need to actually get up.'
He looked at his legs before attempting to plant himself off the floor with as little strength possible. Unfortunately...
*BANG*
It seemed that he still put too much force onto the floor, resulting in him darting headfirst onto the metal ceiling, only to plummet back onto the cold hard ground with a dejected look. Silence prevailed as everyone looked at the newly formed dent in the ceiling, then at Su Min who produced it.
"Uh... Su Min, are you alright?"
Su Min jumped when he heard Yi Zan speak, causing him to turn around and look at the three of them. He hadn't actually realised they were here due to him facing the wall for the whole time.
'Shit.'
He sighed at the whole scenario, and now that he was being watched by everyone he couldn't just throw himself at the ceiling again.
'I think I have got semi-used to it... Although I don't think I am human anymore.'
He gazed at the blurry image on his chest with a strange look, as he could feel that a constant supply of energy emanating from it. It wasn't immense, but he felt that it is enough to overcome the necessity of eating. It seemed to work in a similar way to how he absorbed that wisp of aura from the strange world, just excessively weaker.
He found out when he woke up that the symbol was what would allow him to cultivate the body technique. However, he couldn't do anything with it as the symbol didn't listen to his commands and just listlessly sat on his chest.
He expected this, though, as you had to cultivate the technique a different way...
He knew that with this body he had the bare minimum requirements to cultivate the Ancient Body Technique, but because his body was just at the requirement his talent would, in conjunction, be at the lowest level as well.
He coughed at everyone's strange expressions, so, displaying an inhuman level of mental concentration, he exerted a minute amount of strength on his legs that wouldn't launch him into the ceiling. He pondered as his towering shadow overtook everyone, breathing a sigh of relief.
'I wonder what would happen if I used that push with this body... There's also the three intents I have, which can at least hide itself now. Unfortunately, it seems that the Ancient Body intent doesn't actually help in combat but is used to reform my body into the races, though because my intent is too weak I cannot reform my body to a higher degree.'
Anticipation shone as he thought about what would happen if his intent was stronger. It would allow him to acquire the actual bloodline of that race, giving him a tremendous talent in the technique. It seems that the race, even without cultivating their technique, has an inhuman body. This is because he hasn't even started to cultivate the technique, plus he is only using the strength that's gained by having his body partially reformed.
Su Min thought back to when he was training and couldn't help but remember the words from the Martial Book. Although he didn't really understand what was being said, it was pretty clear that he isn't human. Such a revelation caused a strange feeling to arise in his heart, a feeling of solitude and confusion.
'Not Human, huh. I guess I really am a monster.'
The painful memories of a past that isn't his blazed with a blurry nature in his mind, that, although incoherent, contained words that made him quiver.
'W-what is t-that? Su Min what's in your eyes?!'
'M-monster!'
Even if he was human, his new body now contains characteristics of an unknown race that focuses on cultivating the body, and he presumes that if he reformed his body enough he would eventually take their race's characteristics completely. However, he knows that the only reason for him being able to acquire the intent is because of the book in his hand; the book that perplexes him.
He looked at everyone with his same hazy eyes, where they all stared at him with questioning expressions. He couldn't be asked to think of an excuse, as the mental fatigue of experiencing what he just experienced is immense, so he just turned to the clock on the wall, asking.
"When is the tournament starting?"
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"That was from Su Min's room, right?"
The sword youth gulped and nodded whilst Qiu Jin put up an unwilling expression. The bang continued to reverberate with a metallic racket as the house stabilised, yet this shocked everyone even more.
"I swear these houses were made out of metal... Maybe it was something else?"
Uncertain expressions flickered on them, yet as they renounced the thought of Su Min having the ability to thrash the house down, an inhuman whistling noise blew without warning.
It seemed to have started at the corridor upstairs, yet within seconds they heard a rumble closing in towards the open door in the room they are in.
"SHI-"
*WOOSH*
Before they could even escape a crazed afterimage tore past them, accompanied by a light gush of wind and a velocity that surpassed their cognitive abilities.
*CRASH*
A sharp crash ruptured the wall in front of them as a visible dent rasped under the sudden force, nearly peeling the metal. A groan followed as a tired looking youth frowned, removing his face from the wall.
Everyone took a step back whilst Yi Zan rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. A stark image shone in her eyes as she looked at Su Min, making her nearly gasp on instinct.
"S-Su Min?"
His clothes were torn to shreds like they had ruptured, where the only part that remained intact were half his trousers. However, this only made everyone reveal incredulous looks when they saw what had caused his clothes to burst.
"W-was he always that muscular..?"
Ferocious muscles glimmered under the daylight as they stared with wide eyes. His abs had somehow taken form into a 8 pack whilst every other muscle became so clearly defined that you could count them. It wasn't just this, but a mystical symbol slowly rotated on his chest. It was so blurry that they were unable to make out the image, but it made their hearts quiver with uneasiness.
...
'I can't control my strength...'
Su Min, currently with a pounding head due to thrashing it onto a metal wall, could only wirily smile. He had lost consciousness for God knows how long, and when he was finally able to wake up he didn't realise the situation with his body, thus...
'I hope they don't fine for damage... Though right now I need to actually get up.'
He looked at his legs before attempting to plant himself off the floor with as little strength possible. Unfortunately...
*BANG*
It seemed that he still put too much force onto the floor, resulting in him darting headfirst onto the metal ceiling, only to plummet back onto the cold hard ground with a dejected look. Silence prevailed as everyone looked at the newly formed dent in the ceiling, then at Su Min who produced it.
"Uh... Su Min, are you alright?"
Su Min jumped when he heard Yi Zan speak, causing him to turn around and look at the three of them. He hadn't actually realised they were here due to him facing the wall for the whole time.
'Shit.'
He sighed at the whole scenario, and now that he was being watched by everyone he couldn't just throw himself at the ceiling again.
'I think I have got semi-used to it... Although I don't think I am human anymore.'
He gazed at the blurry image on his chest with a strange look, as he could feel that a constant supply of energy emanating from it. It wasn't immense, but he felt that it is enough to overcome the necessity of eating. It seemed to work in a similar way to how he absorbed that wisp of aura from the strange world, just excessively weaker.
He found out when he woke up that the symbol was what would allow him to cultivate the body technique. However, he couldn't do anything with it as the symbol didn't listen to his commands and just listlessly sat on his chest.
He expected this, though, as you had to cultivate the technique a different way...
He knew that with this body he had the bare minimum requirements to cultivate the Ancient Body Technique, but because his body was just at the requirement his talent would, in conjunction, be at the lowest level as well.
He coughed at everyone's strange expressions, so, displaying an inhuman level of mental concentration, he exerted a minute amount of strength on his legs that wouldn't launch him into the ceiling. He pondered as his towering shadow overtook everyone, breathing a sigh of relief.
'I wonder what would happen if I used that push with this body... There's also the three intents I have, which can at least hide itself now. Unfortunately, it seems that the Ancient Body intent doesn't actually help in combat but is used to reform my body into the races, though because my intent is too weak I cannot reform my body to a higher degree.'
Anticipation shone as he thought about what would happen if his intent was stronger. It would allow him to acquire the actual bloodline of that race, giving him a tremendous talent in the technique. It seems that the race, even without cultivating their technique, has an inhuman body. This is because he hasn't even started to cultivate the technique, plus he is only using the strength that's gained by having his body partially reformed.
Su Min thought back to when he was training and couldn't help but remember the words from the Martial Book. Although he didn't really understand what was being said, it was pretty clear that he isn't human. Such a revelation caused a strange feeling to arise in his heart, a feeling of solitude and confusion.
'Not Human, huh. I guess I really am a monster.'
The painful memories of a past that isn't his blazed with a blurry nature in his mind, that, although incoherent, contained words that made him quiver.
'W-what is t-that? Su Min what's in your eyes?!'
'M-monster!'
Even if he was human, his new body now contains characteristics of an unknown race that focuses on cultivating the body, and he presumes that if he reformed his body enough he would eventually take their race's characteristics completely. However, he knows that the only reason for him being able to acquire the intent is because of the book in his hand; the book that perplexes him.
He looked at everyone with his same hazy eyes, where they all stared at him with questioning expressions. He couldn't be asked to think of an excuse, as the mental fatigue of experiencing what he just experienced is immense, so he just turned to the clock on the wall, asking.
"When is the tournament starting?"
"That was from Su Min's room, right?"The sword youth gulped and nodded whilst Qiu Jin put up an unwilling expression. The bang continued to reverberate with a metallic racket as the house stabilised, yet this shocked everyone even more."I swear these houses were made out of metal... Maybe it was something else?"Uncertain expressions flickered on them, yet as they renounced the thought of Su Min having the ability to thrash the house down, an inhuman whistling noise blew without warning.It seemed to have started at the corridor upstairs, yet within seconds they heard a rumble closing in towards the open door in the room they are in."SHI-"*WOOSH*Before they could even escape a crazed afterimage tore past them, accompanied by a light gush of wind and a velocity that surpassed their cognitive abilities.*CRASH*A sharp crash ruptured the wall in front of them as a visible dent rasped under the sudden force, nearly peeling the metal. A groan followed as a tired looking youth frowned, removing his face from the wall.Everyone took a step back whilst Yi Zan rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. A stark image shone in her eyes as she looked at Su Min, making her nearly gasp on instinct."S-Su Min?"His clothes were torn to shreds like they had ruptured, where the only part that remained intact were half his trousers. However, this only made everyone reveal incredulous looks when they saw what had caused his clothes to burst."W-was he always that muscular..?"Ferocious muscles glimmered under the daylight as they stared with wide eyes. His abs had somehow taken form into a 8 pack whilst every other muscle became so clearly defined that you could count them. It wasn't just this, but a mystical symbol slowly rotated on his chest. It was so blurry that they were unable to make out the image, but it made their hearts quiver with uneasiness....'I can't control my strength...'Su Min, currently with a pounding head due to thrashing it onto a metal wall, could only wirily smile. He had lost consciousness for God knows how long, and when he was finally able to wake up he didn't realise the situation with his body, thus...'I hope they don't fine for damage... Though right now I need to actually get up.'He looked at his legs before attempting to plant himself off the floor with as little strength possible. Unfortunately...*BANG*It seemed that he still put too much force onto the floor, resulting in him darting headfirst onto the metal ceiling, only to plummet back onto the cold hard ground with a dejected look. Silence prevailed as everyone looked at the newly formed dent in the ceiling, then at Su Min who produced it."Uh... Su Min, are you alright?"Su Min jumped when he heard Yi Zan speak, causing him to turn around and look at the three of them. He hadn't actually realised they were here due to him facing the wall for the whole time.'Shit.'He sighed at the whole scenario, and now that he was being watched by everyone he couldn't just throw himself at the ceiling again.'I think I have got semi-used to it... Although I don't think I am human anymore.'He gazed at the blurry image on his chest with a strange look, as he could feel that a constant supply of energy emanating from it. It wasn't immense, but he felt that it is enough to overcome the necessity of eating. It seemed to work in a similar way to how he absorbed that wisp of aura from the strange world, just excessively weaker.He found out when he woke up that the symbol was what would allow him to cultivate the body technique. However, he couldn't do anything with it as the symbol didn't listen to his commands and just listlessly sat on his chest.He expected this, though, as you had to cultivate the technique a different way...He knew that with this body he had the bare minimum requirements to cultivate the Ancient Body Technique, but because his body was just at the requirement his talent would, in conjunction, be at the lowest level as well.He coughed at everyone's strange expressions, so, displaying an inhuman level of mental concentration, he exerted a minute amount of strength on his legs that wouldn't launch him into the ceiling. He pondered as his towering shadow overtook everyone, breathing a sigh of relief.'I wonder what would happen if I used that push with this body... There's also the three intents I have, which can at least hide itself now. Unfortunately, it seems that the Ancient Body intent doesn't actually help in combat but is used to reform my body into the races, though because my intent is too weak I cannot reform my body to a higher degree.'Anticipation shone as he thought about what would happen if his intent was stronger. It would allow him to acquire the actual bloodline of that race, giving him a tremendous talent in the technique. It seems that the race, even without cultivating their technique, has an inhuman body. This is because he hasn't even started to cultivate the technique, plus he is only using the strength that's gained by having his body partially reformed.Su Min thought back to when he was training and couldn't help but remember the words from the Martial Book. Although he didn't really understand what was being said, it was pretty clear that he isn't human. Such a revelation caused a strange feeling to arise in his heart, a feeling of solitude and confusion.'Not Human, huh. I guess I really am a monster.'The painful memories of a past that isn't his blazed with a blurry nature in his mind, that, although incoherent, contained words that made him quiver.'W-what is t-that? Su Min what's in your eyes?!''M-monster!'Even if he was human, his new body now contains characteristics of an unknown race that focuses on cultivating the body, and he presumes that if he reformed his body enough he would eventually take their race's characteristics completely. However, he knows that the only reason for him being able to acquire the intent is because of the book in his hand; the book that perplexes him.He looked at everyone with his same hazy eyes, where they all stared at him with questioning expressions. He couldn't be asked to think of an excuse, as the mental fatigue of experiencing what he just experienced is immense, so he just turned to the clock on the wall, asking."When is the tournament starting?"
