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The Martial Master - Chapter 9

Published at 5th of January 2019 10:12:55 PM


Chapter 9

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A mystical tugging force enveloped the group as their vision shifted to a starry sky. Blues and reds dotted the starry sky in the form of numerous strings strung together, however before they could even comprehend the surreal sight the world got blinded by a force that stretched existence itself. Those strings in the sky trembled, causing one to fling itself at them. It wrapped and strung around them with incomprehensible motions before a tugging force erupted on the string and hurled them upwards.

Time didn't seem to follow the naturals laws as their minds blanked and an overwhelming chasm of red and blue engulfed them.

*PSSH*

"Huh?"

Confusion and nausea overtook the group as they suddenly found themselves on a platform. There were numerous platforms like this which were enough to count in the thousands. On top of these platforms, hundreds of mystical lights lit up before propelling people onto them with dull thuds. The rate only increased as a terrifying amount of people filled the area.

Contrary to what most would expect, the platforms weren't on clouds but on a solid metal. The metal shined from time to time and emitted illusionary depictions of strange and luminescent beasts, yet whenever you tried to look at them they would just fade out of existence.

On Su Min's platform, the old man had a neutral expression whilst Qiu Jin, Yi Zan and the sword youth were all vomiting non-stop. Su Min, on the other hand, was deathly pale, yet he didn't vomit as that strange intent seemed to be able to absorb some of the force. It was like a cushion, protecting him.

Su Min eyes blazed as the remnants of that tyrannical aura was shattered. However, his body was having a considerably arduous time and had been exhausted. Due to this, he felt that if he hadn't attained that sliver of intent from the book, then he most likely would've undergone severe bodily damage, which put him in a cold sweat.

'I hope that I get some rest before the tournament...'

He knew that he needed to strengthen his body as quickly as possible, and the only way for him to do that was to make himself go through an exercise that would make anyone go wild from pain.

He already had an idea of what to do, although it made his body quiver; like it telling to never do such a thing.

As Su Min was being hopeful, the world seemed to tremble as, out of nowhere, a completely black chasm ripped into space above them. Two middle-aged men walked out of the chasm, containing an aura that made everyone hold their breaths.

One of the men wore a red robe who seemed to distort space around him with an intense heat, whilst the other had a blue robe and countered the heat with a refreshing aura.

Despite this, the sky still trembled and shifted colour due to this fierce but passive clash of auras, causing beautiful blues and reds to flutter in the atmosphere, forming delicate azures, albeit terrifying.

The red-robed man didn't even gaze at them and just spoke to them with an insufferable arrogance that reached right into his bones.

"I, Elder Du Fang, of the Du brand in Dojo Limitless announce the official change in statuses of all of you! From now on, you are no longer considered mortals but as Disciples! Although, those who don't succeed in the tournament can only be servants."

He smirked at their confused looks, although he still wasn't looking at them.

"The reason for this is that you know too much! Ever wondered why the mortal world doesn't have flying clouds as transport? Well, there you go! So please enjoy your new home! Although you're quite lucky because your home is one of the 3 only Mortal Dao Dojos of humanity!"

Constant thunderous smacks resounded in the atmosphere as sonic booms rang out due to the aura of both of them surging with a brutal intensity. The numerous contestants felt like mere ants whilst the sector lords had solemn expressions on their faces.

The 2 men thought for a second before raising their hands and bringing them down again in a simple movement. In response to this, a fierce roar shook the very foundation of the platforms, when a gaping tear screeched through space and forced out an incomparably massive limb.

It was impossible to tell what it was, but just one of the scales was enough to squash all of them to a meat paste. It was massive, massive to the point that the limb became the sky. It was unknown how it did this, but the limb creaked with a slight turn and caused numerous pillars of light to cover each and every platform.

The men clasped their hands at the limb with a deep respect before speaking for the last time.

"You will now be transported to your own training area by the guardian beast. You have a month before the tournament officially starts!"

Nobody could even breath before the sight of the limb, and it seemed that the stronger you are the more intense this feeling felt. It was only Su Min who felt a trembled hymn come from this book, which in turn caused the intent in his body to shake as well. With this shake, the intent seemed to collapse in on itself, yet before Su Min could gasp, it reformed on the spot.

'What?'

What was strange was that the intent seemed to have changed its nature. In fact, the intent no longer emitted energy outwards but directly towards Su Min's mind. It was unknown how, but Su Min felt the pressure coming from the beast lighten to an immense degree, making him able to breath.

A shocked expression overtook him as the intent continued to bestow him with a passive calmness that made it so that no matter what, he would remain calm to a certain degree.

Su Min took a closer look and saw the same strand envelop his body, but within this strand was something new. He saw two symbols engraved in the intent; one of a figure screaming in agony and the other of a beast roaring with unyielding eyes. It seemed that the screaming figure represented his pain intent whilst the beast represented this newly formed one.

Su Min also felt an instinctual control coming from these two symbols, where he could, with but a thought, change it back to the pain intent and vice versa. It was like he had two modes for it.

'The intent doesn't just give pain?'

The only vague answer he got from this change was that the martial book had everything to do with this, but he wasn't able to find an answer why.

'I first need to force my body to become strong enough to win this tournament...'




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