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The Martial Master - Chapter 10

Published at 5th of January 2019 10:12:50 PM


Chapter 10

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In a quiet room, where only a mat lay, a frail boy sat. Next to him was a thick book with the words 'The Martial Book' penned on it with hurried calligraphy.

However, contrary to his frailness, the eyes of this boy glowed with a chilled light that churned and flourished through him, instinctively making him shiver. It was a light that shone with the words that no matter what... I won't stop.

The beast symbol shimmered in the intent that shrouded him, exploding with a resolute energy that reinforced his mind, preparing him.

He looked at the matt when a sudden extreme seriousness erupted from him. He put himself into a push-up position, breathed deeply, and pushed.

"One."

For most people, with a body like his, they could at most do 10. It isn't that doing more is impossible, it's just that nobody would want to torture themselves like that. Unfortunately...

"Ten."

To live a life of torture seems to be the only way to break through all obstacles. It requires effort. An effort that transcends such trivial feelings like bodily fatigue or the deep resounding voice that tells you to stop. For who cares when it warns you that death is the only thing that comes if you carry on?

"Thirty."

It's quite simple, just don't die. As long as you survive, then who cares whether you bleed till you can't bleed or wither till you're but a mangled wreck.

"Seventy!"

The need for breath or the pain of fatigue can only go so far until it burns and falls. However, how could strength be so easily gained when you can surmount such trivial pain? If you can handle 10 times the pain then you get 100 times, survive that then you get 1000 times. There is no end to suffering when you cruise into it without a care.

"One... Hundred."

Su Min's eyes quivered with an intense resoluteness, even as his body started to crack and burst with scraping sounds that would make people cringe. He looked on, and he carried on!

The ancient book by the stained boy's side seemed to tremble at the sight and released a new soul trembling hymn that made the sky shiver and the hearts of powerhouses tremble. Without even realising it, the boy was no longer inside his room but on rough dirt, and next to a shaky hut.

It was like he was half there, and half in reality. Like he was between the two spaces. Two Worlds.

The screeches of the wind echoed like they were made to induce primal fear, yet the boy's vision was already tainted with blood, making him only rely on instinct to continue.

"One. Hundred. And. Ten."

*HYMMM*

The book trembled even more as the hymn it released pierced right into Su Min and towards the intent that was trying to keep Su Min's mind afloat. In fact, without the new intent he gained, he would probably be unconscious right now...

He couldn't really understand, but the world seemed to slow down as he felt a mystical feeling erupt inside of him due to that hymn. He glanced at his body, and found that the intent had collapsed completely! In fact, unlike what happened before, it didn't reform immediately but shiver like it was bearing something it couldn't handle.

*MMMMM*

However, the book by Su Min's side trembled even more, forcing the intent to reform whether it liked it or not. A new symbol etched itself in it, and it carried something so terrifying that Su Min only needed to gaze at it to make his mind reeled with fear. It was a picture of a simple figure, the figure was completely golden, and had muscles that made one's eyes hurt.

Su Min gasped, yet as the calming intent had been replaced, the overwhelming pain from overexerting his body kicked in, making him grit his teeth just to stay awake. He watched as the intent shivered repeatedly until it was forced to separate into strands before wrapping around Su Min's entire body.

Su Min quivered as a feeling that stung emerged and wrapped around every inch of fragmented muscle fibre in his body, making them wriggle and churn in a way that defied description. The intent didn't emit energy but took it in. It was the exact opposite of the pain intent!

'Three different intents?!'

The intent seemed to cause an ancient roar to bellow from every inch of his body, making the dirt around him to tremble with uneasiness. Although it was subtle, an intense thunder clap seemed to rupture his mind, making him collapse onto the ground without warning.

He struggled to stay awake, he needed to see what was happening! However, without him realising it, the real world was starting to fade whilst the dreary view of a hut grew clearer and clearer.

The air around him froze as a weak suction force emerged on Su Min. It didn't target the real world but the primal space, and with this, it sucked at it. This suction force, albeit vulnerable, somehow seized a strand of invisible aura from the unknown world and threw it onto his body. It seemed to be uncommonly weak, yet when it seeped into Su Min's body a howl of anguish was the only thing that responded.

"AGHHH!!"

His body riggled and crackled, causing an incomprehensible feeling to bellow in his mind. It wasn't painful, but it made him want to peel away his skin and throw himself off a cliff. It was at a level that made even his mind quiver with intense alarm.

'The intent is changing my body!'

Strangely, though, the book beside him started to resonate signs of life. A sigh emerged from it and fused with space, reverberating into his mind. It felt like the world was speaking, and for the most part, it is probably true.

It was like Su Min had reached a point that allowed it to activate to a certain degree; although Su Min had no idea why. Su Min also gasped as he saw the last remnants of his room disappear! He is now in the primal world that he dreads!

"The Martial envelops the infinity of Dao, and you, the one with the blood of a Martial, are the only true being who can cultivate it. However..."

The world seemed to crackle and burst as the sigh struck his inner core, and from somewhere unknown a deep growl shook the sky of the primal world. It was a thunderous growl that quaked, seemingly glaring at the book. It issued a killing intent so vile that it turned the sky a deep crimson almost instantly.

A hysterical laughter shook from the book as it glared back at the sky. Although it didn't even move, Su Min felt that gaze from the book, he felt a vicious hatred.

"How could the heavens let such people who can cultivate every Dao roam freely? Hahaha!"

The voice ached in the world as the growl in the sky concentrated to a degree that sundered the sky. However, an invisible force that seemed to be above all emanated from the primal world and thrashed at the growl in the sky. Time shuddered and accelerated as a thunderous smack struck in the air, however, Su Min's eyes were blank as his flesh continued to wriggle at a rate that defied logic.

He didn't know how, but a strand of information was thrown into his head from the newly changed intent. It was rather simple, yet it made Su Min hysterical. Su Min's body continued to change, even as he was thinking.

'The Ancient Body Technique? How..?'

Su Min could feel the existence of a technique, and even the exact method of this technique. It was strange, but the words it contained were even stranger. It was a technique that needed to use the 'essence of the world' to cultivate, although he didn't know why...

The information seemed obscure, and no matter how much he tried he couldn't obtain more. He didn't even know what the names of the stages were, because it stopped before even explaining them. He only got the method to actually cultivate it, that's it.

All he knew was that the intent seemed to cause the world to bestow him with an ability a human shouldn't have. It was probably that the only beings who could cultivate this technique were an ancient race, yet despite this, he has somehow gone against that rule and been bestowed with the ability to cultivate it instead, and it was all due to the intent. It was also clear that because his intent was too weak he couldn't even retrieve all the information about the technique, and it seemed that the limit of cultivating it is rather close. Like he is locked to only a minute amount of its potential.

To put it simply, the new intent he currently has is made to reform his body into that of another races. It uses the energies of the world as a catalyst, and by a mystical law, it changes his humanity and bloodline to its core. It's heaven-defying beyond belief.

The only lacking part is the intent, which is nowhere near the level to complete the transformation, thus, he will only gain a miniscule bloodline of the race in question.

However, his thoughts were beyond messy as that strand from the world continued to infuse itself into his flesh, and he needed to concentrate fully or he may lose his mind. So he could only forget about it for now.

...

"Hey! That Su Min hasn't been out of his room for a week. Are you still saying that we shouldn't disturb him?!"

A girl that would make anyone take a second glance pouted whilst eating. A youth with a sword sat next to her and could only sigh, whilst, on the other side of the table, a boy full of contempt snorted.

"Hmph! That Su Min is probably scared shitless, cause I bet that he isn't actually able to do that move again! He must've used a rare treasure that his family had!"

These people were, of course, Yi Zan, the sword youth and Qiu Jin. Yi Zan was about to retort when a bang suddenly erupted from a room upstairs. Everyone jumped instinctively as shocked expressions overtook them.

Yi Zan was the first to speak as she put on a pondering expression.

"That was from Su Min's room, right?"

The sword youth gulped and nodded whilst Qiu Jin put up an unwilling expression.




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