LEGEND REBORN : THE SAMURAI WORLD

THE LADY OF LIGHT

In just one clash, Gui's figure was thrown off the stage, Matero stood majestically on the stage, he lazily scanned everyone with his eyes and finally let out a smile. The spectators did not stop cheering, they had all witnessed a miracle.

"I've never seen such mastery by any one in the Human realm, whose kid is this?"

"Our measly Zhao family has such a genius, the heavens are with us."

"If the main family will strive in the future, we have to kill that kid."

The elders had mixed reactions, Matero could feel various intents reach out to him. Some were friendly and the others were not. Then there was the applause of the non cultivating spectators, everyone saw clearly that Matero outmatched every single opponent he faced, he was on an entirely different level.

Suddenly an immense pressure crashed towards Matero, it came from one of the elders present. A lot of people standing in the path of the pressure collapsed, some even spat out blood. With the pressure finally mounting on Matero, he fell on his knees and blood began to leak from his nose and ears, he couldn't move a muscle all he could manage to do was twitch his nose. His breathing became restricted and his limbs felt like they would rip off. Little did he know that some of his organs were already injured.

"Shua." An elder flashed like a streak of light and appeared before Matero, clothed in Golden robes his face was marred by fury. He was the family head, Gui was his son and the aura just now was his.

"You dare injure my son, you branch brat." His voice was full of rage and his aura exploded once more. He was like a faint blue flame.

Actually he was already engulfed by chakra and it took the form of a very light blue flame, chakra was a spiritual energy expended when cultivators utilize techniques. At his stage Matero's chakra was yet to fully materialise and therefore would find it almost impossible to gather chakra. This showed the vast difference between him and the family head who could easily expel it from every body part.

Matero struggled to move, but he couldn't move even a muscle. On the outside there was no sign of struggle, he just remained there on his knees, blood dripped from his nose and ears non stop. His posture was a bow as he couldn't lift his head, down there his eyes widened in disbelief. The game never reacted this way before, moves like this were too outrageous for the programming. The difficulty of this was above his current level and it couldn't be avoided by wisdom either, he couldn't resist the family head. The family head was already in the middle step of the second realm known as the artist realm and Matero was just close to the middle step of the first realm.

People drew cold breaths, no one cold fight the family head, no one was strong enough. In this universe only power is absolute, all your desires can only be gotten through power. Power was the real currency of the realm. Matero's dad approached the stage as fast as he could, he would rather die than watch his only son get crippled by this old devil.

Just as the family head made his move to strike the already immobile Matero and people gasped in protest, a bright light burst forth from the midst of the spectators. It was warm and soothing to every one who saw it, the light gathered into a beam that shot at the family head.

"Siiiiiii." The family head froze in his stance, his aura disappeared immediately and Matero fell to the ground. Only the eye lids of the family head could tremble, his ability to move had been totally sealed. People didn't know that inside, his consciousness was quickly eroding, he was gradually losing his ability to think or construct clear thoughts.

"Zhao Guan, you are too evil. Men like you should live by reputation, but you are a disgrace to the entire masters of samurai descent." The voice of a woman finally pierced the silence, it was warm and it bore a feeling of immense power. A woman of about fourty years made her way through the multitude to the stage. Her steps weren't rapid but some how they were quick, in no time she was on stage and her white robes matched her snow White skin.

"Isn't that the lady of light?" A man from the spectating stands couldn't bury his inquisitiveness.

"The lady of light?"

"Might be true, but I heard she is evil. This beauty looks pretty nice to me."

"So you are saying she is the strongest woman in the nation?" A lot of murmuring quickly surfaced and soon every where turned lousy.

Matero was still in a state of extreme fatigue, his consciousness was slowly slipping away into a sleep. He could tell he was safe now, he knew this lady of light from his past life and he was shocked at her appearance. Something was going wrong and it might be worse than he thought, the lady of light shouldn't exist yet. According to former events, he was supposed to give an inheritance to a young girl, she would later grow up to be known as the lady of light. In other words, Matero was supposed to create the lady of light, but now she already existed.

Time in the virtual reality was extremely faster than reality, every year the players would be revived to rest mentally and prepare for re-hibernation, this period spans up to two hundred years in the virtual reality. Matero had lived for over a thousand and two hundred years since some realms granted martial artists immortality once they were attained. So before his death, Matero was already a legendary figure who could grant powers to upcoming samurais and martial artists. One of them was the lady of light and some how, he could tell it was the same person.

"Have I some how merged the virtual world from my past life with the current one?" Matero who could barely think was already pondering, "I think the programme counts me as reincarnated!".

A probability already arose, one he would soon confirm. The programme interacted with him and now, his previous events had been recreated. To the intelligence in charge, it was not two different worlds, it was just one. Matero was also a reincarnation !