Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 83: Premonition (1)

Dyon faced War, his black scaled sword lightly dragging against the ground.

Facing this embodiment of blood and death, Dyon couldn’t help but remember his War God Martial Intent. Back during his dao tribulation, he had faced the War God Commander trial and the War God Army trial. It was there he grasped another piece of this martial intent…

The War God Avatar Trial gave his Weapon’s Master Will. The War God Heart Trial laid the foundation that birthed his current Dao Heart. The War God Army Trial have him the first piece of the War God Martial Intent, allowing him to fuel his own strength the more enemies he faced at once… The War God Commander Trial gave him the second piece of the War God Martial Intent, allowing him to now not only spread this strength to himself, but the warriors he fought under his command as well…

However, Dyon was very much aware that these four trials were only four of the nine trials the Battle God had to face. From what Dyon knew, the Battle God died during his War God Heart Trial that appeared for his dao tribulation.

Essentially, this meant that there were a minimum of six other trials that had appeared aside from the War God Heart up to as much as eight others… Either way, what was true without a doubt was the fact that Dyon had most definitely not seen them all…

War gave off a feeling eerily similar vibe to what Dyon felt from wielding the War God Martial Intent, albeit just a faint similarity.

‘Maybe the Heavens borrowed from this world to create the Ancient Constitutions… If its purpose is always to push toward evolution, and it’s clear that though Ancient Constitutions have always failed, they always reappear in the form of lesser constitutions… This hypothesis is plausible.’

Suddenly, the blistering heat skyrocketed. It was only then Dyon realized that the reason was due to War’s sudden accelerated charge toward him.

“You’ll be much easier to deal with than that Famine guy…” Dyon dodged the massive five meter long sword, his footsteps lightly and deftly flitting around the rounded room. “… Your sword is too long.”

The moment the words left Dyon’s lips, he had closed the distance.

As expected, the broad sword was simply too long. Attacking Dyon in the short range became nearly impossible.

On a large scale battlefield, this massive weapon as terrible heat would be nothing but an advantage, truly living up to the War moniker. However, how good was War truly in a one on one battle?

Dyon brandished his sword, ready to take War’s head. He swung forward fiercely, the veins of his arm bulging outward an entirely fold in size.

However, it was at the moment he felt something eerily wrong.

The sword strike that he had already dodged coming from above… Was now suddenly coming from his right?!

Dyon reacted quickly, circulating his wind will to catch the violently churning current of the swinging sword, just barely somersaulting over War’s swing.

‘… What the hell?’

Dyon didn’t get much time to think. An instant later, nine flaming balls of qi bobbed around War’s helm in a perfect semi-circle. One could have taken the time to appreciate the perfect symmetry, if it wasn’t for the fact they immediately began to spit out tongues of blistering hot qi in the form arrows.

Dyon dodged backward, separating the two by a large distance as his brows furrowed deeply.

At that moment, his back was suddenly struck, sending him flying toward War’s swinging sword.

A singing pain blurred his senses and thoughts. He felt like his entire back had been lit ablaze, burning off several layers of skin and eating into his flesh and bone.

If this was all, maybe it would have been alright. But the reality was that the piercing power was even fiercer.

The only saving grace was that War seemed to have mistimed his swing or maybe he underestimated the weight of Dyon’s body. It was easy for Dyon to see that even with the five meter length of this massive broadsword, its edge would descend too quickly to meet his trajectory.

‘… Shit.’

Dyon had hardly finished his analysis when something even more ridiculous occurred. The already obscenely long broadsword tripled in size. Even worse, instead of slowing the swinging strike as it should have… The strike accelerated!

Dyon roared as his body controllably soared through the air. Flying in this world seemed completely impossible even with his strength currently being within the celestial realm. In the end, he could only swing his own sword forward, meeting the strike head-on.

One could imagine the result.

Dyon met the downward swinging sword only for his body to be completely crushed beneath its weight. He held his scaled sword to his front, fighting with all the tenacity he had in him even as his bloodied back crashed hard into the marbled floors that were once beneath his feet.

It was impossible to tell what kind of material this trial space was made out of, because despite the shocking boom of the exchange, not even a single crack could be seen.  

However, this made the result even worse for Dyon. Without any deformation to disperse the power, Dyon took on 100% of its lethality.

He felt as though every bone in his body suddenly shattered. His head spun, entering a severe concussive state as his brain rattled around.

War’s sword edge just barely tapped Dyon’s forehead, cutting a bloody line down his handsome face.