Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 408: Youngsters (2)

Dyon smiled lightly while looking at their flustered faces. As he expected, because they never had a key wielder of their own, how could they know about the abilities of the key wielder? Such information would have gotten lost throughout their generations. After all, it had been a long time since the situation of Soul Rending Quadrant was normal.

That said, what Dyon felt was a smile of appreciation toward talent, the youths found to a mocking one.

“You…” Prince Nova whispered under his breath, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

He had wanted to blame Dyon for their troubles, but when he checked the front man’s cultivation, it was even lower than his own. After all, Dyon was a 12^th stage essence gatherer, but Prince Nova was already a Pseudo-Saint. It was difficult for him to give credit to someone he thought was weaker than him.

“Form up!” Prince Nova roared. He didn’t know why the enemy wasn’t taking advantage of their disarray, but he knew he couldn’t miss this opportunity.

Technically speaking, their strategic advantage couldn’t be understated.

To Dyon’s back, there was a massive cliff reaching more than a kilometer downward, while to their back, there was a forest.

This was to be expected, every Epistemic Tower Gate was identical at its center, meaning there was a massive circular hole that the pillar like tower resided in and a forest that surrounded it all. It was just that this forest was far more dangerous than Dyon’s home universe’s.

Still, Dyon didn’t do anything as the 99 universe army scrambled to form a semblance of a formation.

‘Hm… The martial world’s military tactics still leave a lot to be desired, but it seems that they are far better than the Uidah. But… Not good enough.’

Obviously Dyon wasn’t worried about the terrain disadvantage or else he wouldn’t have had Donari teleport them here. It may be true that the enemy could retreat and they couldn’t, but… Did he really need to retreat? In fact, looking at these haggard teenagers, he felt kind of bad.

Dyon looked back toward the 50 disciples that had followed him. “You guys just rest here, there’s no reason to come. I don’t plan on massacring them.”

“But!” Donari wanted to protect but Dyon gave him a stern gaze that made him swallow his words.

Dyon stepped forward, stretching out his limbs. After months of focusing on his wills, he hadn’t exercised his body in a while.

Unfortunately, since he didn’t want to kill these youngsters, he also couldn’t show them his full power. However, that hardly mattered.

With a step, he flashed forward, followed by 200 000 clones.

Prince Nova’s face hardened. ‘Is this timing a coincidence? Did I make a mistake?’

He had thought that his opponent was making a mistake by not attacking them immediately, but somehow they were even more disorganized than when they started. Because of Prince Nova’s hasty order to form up, everyone was scrambling. At least beforehand they were all facing the same direction, now they couldn’t even boast that fact. However, Prince Nova could only watch as his disorderly army was rammed with thousands of enemies.

The moment the armies clashed, Prince Nova felt that something was off, but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it. Even worse than that, he didn’t have the time to think about it because the 50 or so warriors that hadn’t charged were making him nervous.

‘Why aren’t they charging? Are they planning something? Should I use our trump cards now? Or after they make their move?’ Prince Nova grit his teeth as Dyon appeared before him, a slight smile playing his features.

“Who are you people?” Prince Nova changed tactics. If they weren’t going to succeed today, at the very least, he’d try to bring something useful back.

Dyon couldn’t help but chuckle. He knew that this young leader was definitely very confused right now so this was likely his only course of action.

“I’m more interested in who you are.” Dyon answered slyly, meeting Prince Nova’s fists with his own.

Feeling the weight of Dyon’s punch, Prince Nova’s eyes narrowed. ‘Body cultivators? They’re all body cultivators!’

His mind went into overdrive. Wasn’t his father worried about the resurgence of the Soul Path? But all of these people were of the Body Path? Could it be that this had nothing to do with the successor of the celestial deer and soul rending sects?

Prince Nova grit his teeth. ‘It feels like I’m hitting a steel wall!’

The young prince was pushed back again and again. Every time they clashed it seemed that he was so close to figuring out the limits of his opponent, but Dyon would then raise his level by another half notch, forcing him back again. It was almost more frustrating than if Dyon was just a powerhouse he had no chance of defeating.

‘Is it even worth it to fight this fight? If they really are unaffiliated by the Soul Path then it doesn’t matter, does it?’ Prince Nova’s frown deepened. ‘No. I need to make sure.’

Dyon’s eyes flashed with an odd light when he noticed Prince Nova’s shift in demeanor. In the next moment, the Prince brought out something that made Dyon eyes widen.

“Now!” Prince Nova roared.

The five geniuses, including Tove, Princess Sona, Prince Ore and Prince Ceres, all brought out globes of light Dyon was all too familiar with.

They were the formation cores of Soul Rending Peak!