Chapter 31: Dark Titan Storm

Witnessing the fall of two second level Martial Mortals, agents of the five powers no less, those watching on the sidelines such as Murreta, Lady Zhuah, Kitobara and the rest, looked sickly ashen.

Zax’s brutality, in addition to the identities of his victims, was plenty to imagine the kind of person that he is. One that, in short, should not be offended, otherwise his impudence and temerity would eventually return to settle all grievances.

CRACKLE!

Purple strings of lightning snapped and a glowing figure appeared behind Zax.

BANG!

Colonel Rijok’s war hammer and Zax’s elbow countered. The former was pushed several meters up while the latter was thrown down, crushing.

Zax felt the bones in his arm breaking and electric energy permeates, numbing his internals, dispersing the strength in his muscles.

“Humph!” He snorted and utilized dark attribute energy to remove Colonel Rijok’s electric energy.

Gazing down. “We may have been on the same level, but there was still a gulf between Boolian, Helev Hetra and I”. Colonel Rijok declared arrogantly. “If a battle you so desire, then I’m curious, as well, to experience the power of someone who is worthy being an elite even among Ascended Elites”.

His purple aura thundered. Splitting and swirling, purple mist energy transformed into seven electric serpents, five of which bit Colonel Rijok’s limbs and head, giving him an amethyst like skin and flowing purple hair. The remaining electric serpents were imbued in the formation embedded to the war hammer.

“Haaa!” Colonel Rijok’s voice boomed. The technique he used was painful to the degree of turning his disposition as hectic and violent as lightning.

VRRR!

The fluctuations Colonel Rijok exuded shook the Mo’s Pyramid formation, affecting its stability.

Zax sensed them and his smug became a little serious. His arm already healed and he was not satisfied from the brief confrontations with Boolian and Helev Hetra. He desired a challenge to test himself further, to the utmost of his new abilities.

Absorbing the worldly dark attribute energy and fusing it in his physique, a black luster shone on Zax’s body. He knew that just by relying on his physical strength he could not beat Colonel Rijok, even if the latter could not significantly injure him, either.

Wielding his war hammer downward while leaving a trails of purple lightning.

Jumping, clenching his fist and punching.

BOOM!

Both experts struck with their full might. Post the impact a shockwave spread, shuttering the earth below, forcing Murreta and the rest to jointly block. Even Rockwel and Riv, who chose to linger a while longer after Zax’s meticulous resurrection, had to execute the grand invisible energy of their Companion’s Links formation to defend. Similarly, Sister Beatriz raised a mantle to block the shockwave as she franticly treated His Young Eminence.

The destructive collision wreaked havoc amidst the Mo’s Pyramid formation.

CRACK!

CRACK!

BANG!

The magnificent structure, layer of protection from the wraiths, collapsed. The glass breaking echo caused the hearts of Murreta and the rest to pulsate in trepidation.

“Rararararara!”

The screeching voices of the damnable beings could be heard flocking to the growing cracks and openings in the Mo’s Pyramid formation.

“Get lost!” Sister Beatriz shouted furiously.

Something was wrong with His Young Eminence’s wounds. They did not heal despite the treatment. She could not be bothered by the vile creatures and thus, retrieved from her spatial ring a ten centimeters gray model of a rectangle building.

Gray radiance was released from the model, expended in dimensions to a range at least ten times greater than the previous Mo’s Pyramid formation’s, both in width and much more in height.

As Murreta and the rest heaved a deep sigh of relief, the indifferent Zax and Colonel Rijok were stuck in a deadlock midair, as neither managed to repel the other.

BANG!

The built up forces erupted. Zax’s arm swung upwards, but the rest of his body remained immovable midair, standing as if underneath his feet was some invisible platform. Contrary to him, Colonel Rijok was pushed back tens of meters before reaching to a halt. The lightning aura coming out of him and his war hammer diminished greatly.

Smirking, Zax’s killing intent reemerged. He gouged himself as much as he could, yet Colonel Rijok’s prestige was insufficient to satiate his limits.

Without kicking the air, his body launched, shuttling the sky like a black streak of devouring light.

Shocked and terrified, Colonel Rijok inwardly acknowledged his inferiority, yet dared not say so aloud. He strengthened his grip on the war hammer’s shaft. The opponent was out for his life, as he had been for him not too long ago. The time for reconciliation was over!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

...

The two exchanged hundreds of blows in the span of time it takes a non cultivator to blink and even faster.

The longer the fight went on, the uglier became Colonel Rijok’s expression. There was only so much that his defensive mist energy could withstand before the adverse consequences of the fight started to overwhelm it.

His bones cracked and broke underneath his skin earlier than his uniforms began to tear.

His lips were blood stained from repetitive coughs.

The imperious manner he carried himself, even when His Young Eminence showed up along with Sister Beatriz, faded, replaced by an unsightly image, a shadow of the man once recognized as strongest below Extreme Experts.

BOOM!

Colonel Rijok’s weary stature hurled down, crushing deep into the ground until slamming and halting at the gray, impenetrable base manifestation of Sister Beatriz’s building model.

Soul in dismay, lying in a pool of blood, limbs stretched sideway and hair ruffled, Colonel Rijok’s eyes glimpsed up, vaguely being able to focus on the domineering figure above.

Zax looked down, detached. Despite the intense battle, he was still overflowing with strength he was not able to suit to his heart content.

An idea popped to mind, another form of test. He raised his hand, dark, black light emitting from his palm. Slowly, just because he wanted to observe the process without missing a thing, urged by an intention, the emanated black like began to condense, first to a small dot, then gradually to a fist size ball, finally a two fists size black ball.

Flipping his hand, the black ball descended as gravity was the only force pulling it down.

“Graah!” Colonel Rijok moaned in pain when the ball hit and sunk to his chest. A small black whirlpool germinated on his torso and enlarged as it started swallowing him.

For a short span of time, Colonel Rijok sternly resisted the black whirlpool, even waning its progress, but when his last reservoir of mist energy was depleted and eventually the black whirlpool regained momentum, sucking and swallowing centimeter by centimeter up until there was nothing left but an empty human shaped depression.

Witnessing the entire event, Murreta and all those who still sought Zax’s sentiment were appalled. To perish like Colonel Rijok was more terrible than the ways Cattelin, Darvajka, Helev Hetra and Boolian were killed. There was nothing left. Not even residues of mist energy signature or aura. The black whirlpool took everything and dissipated.

Zax frowned. ‘So this is the nature of the dark attribute. It swallows like a black hole when using it unadulterated, but utilizing it in such manner is only good to eliminate evidence or quickly restoring vitality and absorbing dark attribute energy for cultivation. As an attack, it will not be threatening to a Peak Core Master in good condition. Perhaps I need to deepen my insights or further experiment... ?’

Raising his hand, three small beams shot from different locations to his palm, three spatial rings. He collected Colonel Rijok’s in advance before the black whirlpool swallowed it and he already possessed Cattelin’s.

‘Later, dividing their content should be more than enough to compensate Fengar’. He deduced and took out a new set of clothes sine post his breakthrough he was more or less naked...

“Now then”, turning his head, his gaze landed on Sister Beatriz, Sister Iaura and His Young Eminence.

Flying over in their direction, the premise was where is there dark attribute, virtually everywhere, Zax could make it as his own domain and manipulate it as if it were solid substance, like when crushing Cattelin, like a platform to stand on midair and move freely on a whim.