ZELU STIKES AGAIN
1088 Words
SOMEWHERE IN THE NEURO WORLD OF MYTH...
A mountain stood tall in a forest, it scaled the sky and it's tip was buried far into the clouds. The top was covered with snow and a small hut covered in thick snow rested at the top. A figure could be seen seated just at the doorstep, seated in a meditation pose and sat facing outwards. Two other figures stood by, clothed in silver armour and having helms that had two horn like structures at the sides. They were guards that watched over this master.
An arrow suddenly pierced through the clouds and travelled straight towards the meditating figure. The speed was many times greater than that of normal arrows and it had sizzles of lightning. In a flash, one of the guards in silver armour suddenly appeared before the meditating figure and caught the arrow, he did so with no effort at all.
"What insolence." He whispered and dropped the arrow, there was silence for a while and suddenly a barrage of arrows rained down from the sky. They all sizzled with lightning and they sounded like thunder altogether, they moved like they had intelligence and didn't fall on any inanimate object or obstacles, instead they travelled round obstacles and went straight for the figure that still remained seated calmly at the door of the hut.
The second guard appeared beside the first, both before the meditating master and they drew their swords. One stabbed his sword into the ground and a barrier rose around the three, it was very calm and could barely be seen, but every arrow that collided with it snapped into pieces. The other became a streak of light that bolted down the mountain towards the source of the arrow. That instant the arrows seized. There was total tranquil again, even the breeze seemed to stop this time. In about a couple seconds, a man screamed and the entire mountain quaked. A figure suddenly landed on the mountain top. He had an evil smile and he held a bow in his hand.
"It was you who slayed the king archer?" The guard stepped out of the barrier he created and held his sword, behind him was the meditating master still in a sleep like state. Rage engulfed him, his hand trembled.
"Easy Samurai, don't meddle with things you do not understand." The figure came closer, it was Zelu and the bow in his hand disappeared, it was replaced by a sword with black inscriptions on the blade.
The guard moved, his aura exploded and even the rock beneath him peeled. He travelled like the wind and in just one step he was standing before Zelu, immense pressure blasted towards Zelu. The surrounding snow melted as the temperature increased drastically.
"Yellow wind: cutting edge." The guard slashed out, a breeze-like yellow material blasted out from his s***h. Shaped like a cresent, it moved towards Zelu at an incredible speed.
"Reverse." Zelu stretched out a palm. With a very loud bang, the approaching crescent dissipated into thin air and another similar one shot out from Zelu's palm. It was over a dozen times larger in size and it moved with greater ferocity.
With a grunt the guard braced and collided with the hit. A resounding bang of two metals clashing reverberated across the mountain and the guard was thrown backwards. His armour had been broken, revealing his bare chest, he also had bloody gashes all over his body.
"Pathetic." Zelu sighed in pity and slashed his sword. He struck thin air, he didn't move towards the guard but just slashed where he stood. At first nothing happened, a second, two, three and suddenly a bright light condensed before Zelu. It seemed like it was slow, but it was actually extremely quick.
"Piercing death." Zelu gently said with a smile, the light condensed to a point and shot like a bullet towards the guard.
"Blood shield." The guard yelled with all his might and a blood red barrier engulfed him, his aura exploded and the mountain trembled sligthly.
The shooting light hit the barrier, there was no collision. It simply pierced through like a blade in water, pierced the guard's throat, shot out from the other side, pierced out of the barrier and travelled straight for the meditating master.
"Wake up Ken." Zelu yelled and the figure seated at the hut opened his eyes, instantly a terrifying aura engulfed the mountain with the master now known as Ken at the center.
The barrier initially covering him dissolved and as the shooting light got close enough, Ken caught it in his hand and it dissolved into nothing.
"You are too late Zelu, I already stepped up." Ken said with a smile and a more terrifying pressure broke forth, the entire sky lost it's colour as Ken became a bright shining light, all the clouds in sight were blown off with just the sun left, struggling to shine.
The hut behind Ken had been blown to dust, the entire snow had been cleared, with just one release of the monstrous aura, the entire terrain changed.
BACK IN THE IMPERIAL CULTIVATION GROUNDS...
Matero just finished a training session with Kerepa, it had been weeks since he started learning of the soul path. He had made drastic progress and Kerepa had been very impressed. Matero had felt his strength increased by leaps and bounds since he began the training. He had been seeking a chance to test out his new abilities and the chance he was expecting finally came when he finished his daily training session that day.
Challenges were accepted in the instituition, the Elders believed in kindled competition and ignited the potential of disciples. Casual students could fight anywhere they desired, but top tier students and core students couldn't fight anywhere. They needed to be challenged officially, the challenger would set up a match officially and the challenged would have to accept. That day, Matero was challenged by another core disciple, one that was very famous across the entire institution. One of the youngest in the realm of artists in the entire cultivation grounds, a youth named Gao.
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