NASCENT SOUL REALM
941 Words
The emperor opened his fingers, and Core Qi energy coalesced into the shape of a long sword. His grip tightened around the handle.
Both cultivators clashed. Steel against energy, fiery sparks danced along their blades. The tiles didn’t just c***k — they shattered inward as massive pillars erupted from the earth.
"You haven’t even lived up to a hundred years, and you think you know about the world of cultivation?!" The Fist Emperor roared in pure rage. His left fist slammed into Chris’s face with brutal force. Then he swung his sword, aiming to cut the Naija youth in two from the middle.
SHEPE!
Chris roared. For a few seconds, the Fist Emperor’s movements slowed.
Seizing the moment, Chris dashed forward and sent the emperor crashing through five massive pillars, each one as wide as a bridge.
"Your logic and mine don’t align, guardian. I believe in what I want. You believe in what you want. We come from two different worlds. In mine, those in power cheated their way there, and no one stopped them. Power is cheating. Power is using underhanded means."
Tiny red lines traced through Chris’s white pupils as he spoke.
Boom!
"Damn it all!" The emperor dashed forward from the rubble, his face slightly swollen.
"Cheating once destroyed this world! The chaos was only later contained by a being beyond the heavens, and here you are speaking of it like it’s an absolute power!" The emperor’s voice thundered across the hall.
BEEESH!
They met blade for blade, kick for kick, punch for punch. Like lightning and beyond, they clashed countless times. A backhand blow sent Chris skidding towards the shattered ceiling surface. With every collision, the hall vibrated violently, small craters formed, and cracks spread across the walls.
"Ahhhhh!" The Fist Emperor unleashed his battle cry.
"Mmmm!" The Naija youth grunted.
BAM!
Both collided at the center of the hall. Their blades, infused with dangerous Core Qi, clashed once, twice...
BOOM!
A massive explosion tore apart the hall’s ceiling, revealing the void sky. A multicolored light exploded outward, followed by a devastating shockwave.
The air was blasted from Chris’s lungs as the force hurled him hard into the ground, flattening the earth beneath him. The emperor slammed into a wall, blood escaping his mouth. For a few seconds, his eyes turned white. His sword shattered, while Chris’s katana cracked down the middle.
The Fist Emperor fell to one knee on the bruised ground, vision blurry, chest heaving. His body was soaked in blood and covered in cuts.
Chris forced himself onto two knees, his nose swollen and teeth scattered across the ground. Blood spilled from his sealed lips.
[25x Recovery Still Online]
[Host Body Status: Multiple Broken Bones. Internal Bleeding At 18%]
[Adrenaline & Willpower Surge 70%]
"We may be at the same strength level after all. Not bad," the Naija youth commented, pushing himself to his feet. "It’s like I’m battling my own self, but younger."
He picked up his blade and marched forward, staggering with every step.
Psst!
The Fist Emperor spat out a mouthful of blood.
*We match at every level. How pathetic. How is it possible that I, who have trained for hundreds to thousands of years, cannot defeat a lowly cultivator whose training is far less than a hundred years?* The emperor thought bitterly.
"Fine! You forced my hand, brat!" The emperor’s voice echoed.
[Analyzing: Unknown Energy Surge. Catastrophic Realm-Breaking Detected]
"No! Don’t do it, Fist Emperor!" Sword Saint raced toward him, her eyes wide — not with fear, but with something else.
The emperor stretched one hand toward her. "Stay back, Sword Saint! I’m well aware of the consequences, but it’s far better than being trapped in here any longer, isn’t it?" He glanced at her over his shoulder, a weak smile on his face.
ARRGH!
His voice boomed like a beast roaring in fury. His Core Qi deepened and strengthened violently.
Chris halted, watching carefully.
*Is he trying to break through into the Golden Core realm here and now? No… wait, this is far stronger than that.*
The hall’s walls cracked and collapsed. The emperor grew larger, his eyes glowing a deep green. His increasing size completely tore the hall apart, leaving nothing but rubble. Dark clouds gathered overhead, void lightning sparked, and rain droplets began to fall.
The bodies of all the fallen guardians were now buried beneath the debris.
The air reeked of dried blood, sweat, raw power, hatred, bloodlust, and regret.
Chris grunted as he pushed a large piece of wall off his body. His mouth fell open at the sight of the transformed emperor.
[Warning: Opponent’s Level Is Too High For Host’s Current Strength]
[Fist Emperor Realm: Immortal (Perfect Peak Stage Of The Nascent Soul Realm)]
*Blood of Jesus… So this bastard been don dey hide him true strength all this time.* (Blood of Jesus… So this bastard has been hiding his true strength all this time.)
Chris chuckled softly.
Well, I don come too far to give up now.(Well, I have come too far to give up now.)
System, you self no try oh.(System, you yourself are not even trying.)
You no even inform me earlier.(You didn’t even inform me earlier.)
You dey f**k up.(You are messing up / You are failing badly.)
A cold sweat ran down his face, dropping down from chin, into the muddy earth.
*So this is the realm beyond Golden Core… It’s incredible.*
The Naija youth clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around the katana.
"Boy," the emperor’s voice boomed across the entire fifth trial continent. "Witness my true power."
The emperor stared down at Chris, Nascent Qi overflowing.
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