Chapter 129
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He knew that the plaza was turning into a large hub of skeleton soldiers due to the incredible noise that was produced from it. The constant sound of rattling bones assaulted his ears, and his sight was reduced as bone powder began hindering his vision. Thankfully, their individual strength didn't represent any danger to speak of, and except for a few that seemed to be armed, the others couldn't even hinder his movements as he danced in the middle of the sea of undead soldiers.
Every time he felt as if he was going to be flooded by their number, he would pierce through them and gain a few moments of safety by attaining a higher ground. Unfortunately, the pillars were already severely damaged and couldn't shelter him for more than a few seconds. But those seconds meant everything for Fell as they gave him the time to prepare his next action. Soon enough, a routine started to be put in place as Fell quietly got used to fighting in a stressful environment. After the thirty-minute mark, he didn't even need to think as he felt that his sword moved on its own. He was cutting and slashing whoever came too close to his body. When the one hour mark came close, he stood in place. In the middle of the plaza stood the white-haired avatar of Fell. An endless sea of corpse rushed through him, but his body didn't move an inch. Every time they tried to get closer and launch an assault, they would simply fall on the ground or misted into a fine powder. Little by little, a mass of bones was accumulated near Fell's feet, and every time the wind blew, a cloud of dust and bones fragment would rise in the air.
After having stood there for more than an hour, he came to realize that this wave presented zero danger in his current state. His essential swordplay had been sharpened beyond the level of the skeleton sea, and the more he killed them, the greater his efficiency grew. Hours passed by, and his ability grew to the point where his mind went into autopilot.
"I hope the next wave isn't those skeletons again…", he thought as his left hand was raised in front of his mouth. He sheltered a large yawn that was escaping his lips as his hand continuously danced in front of him. "I got duped by the old mountain senior… Why the hell did I trust that AI," he thought as he began finding the situation he was in quite dull. This trial was far from the thrill his body felt when he brawled Karukobi.
"I'll just rush through this.", he thought after an hour had passed. Fell grew tired of the endless trashing of skeletons. His leg stomped on the ground, leveling hundreds of skeletons in midair before his figure blinked as he executed his movement technique 'Solary Dive.' His entire body turned into a sword as he pierced through the mob like a maddened beast. The cumulative sound of the mass bone breaking made him feel as if he was going to lose his hearing. He landed on top of a pillar before surveying his surroundings, the same mass of skeleton surrounded him, and he felt as if their number didn't go down after his destructive spree. But the bone fragments and the air filled with white specs clearly showed him that the number of skeletons he had destructed had already gone past the six digit number.
"What the hell!?" he exclaimed as he began finding the situation strangely odd. He crouched slightly and prepared himself to jump, his leg's muscles bugled during a split second before he flew like a kite toward the sky. The more he rose through the air, the more his expression turned aghast. As he rose in altitude, his field of vision grew, and with it grew his inner shock.
"This isn't a wave!" he couldn't help but curse out loud. "This shit is nearly infinite!?" his neck turned left and right during his ascension. And he could see with the naked eye that the sea of skeleton kept growing as he rose higher and higher. "Fuck, old mountain! He only told me that I'd be facing waves of enemies!?" he thought as he finally began falling down. He wasn't afraid of the endless wave of skeleton soldiers as he had come to learn that they were quite harmless, but continuously fighting them would empty his mental resources in a day. And he was far from being confident of keeping up the same pace during the second day. He was sure that by the time the third day would come, he would be utterly devoid of any strength.
But that wasn't all, ever since he remembered what the old mountain had said. He couldn't help but have an intuition, one that left him feeling fear. "I hope this isn't just the first wave!" he thought before shutting down the rest of his thought strings.
Boom! He hit the ground with the violence of a bombshell. His face was calm, and he had reverted to an auto-pilot mode; his mind didn't think, and his body did all the work for him. He calmly and unhurriedly began taking the skeleton one by one while bracing himself about the endurance test this trial by fire would make him go through.
Back at New Casablanca, in the core where the organization Filthy Jade Palace delved and grew. One of their leaders, Blank-Faced Joe, stood in front of two individuals. Fear and confusion were plastered on the face of the two individuals that were kneeling on the ground. Their faces were swollen and bruised after what seemed like a beating. Their frames trembled and shivered as they stood in place, their eyes constantly avoiding the dead and emotionless eyes of Blank-Faced Joe. They were inside of a basement, hidden from strangers' sight as Joe knew that such matters should be dealt with in secrecy.
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He knew that the plaza was turning into a large hub of skeleton soldiers due to the incredible noise that was produced from it. The constant sound of rattling bones assaulted his ears, and his sight was reduced as bone powder began hindering his vision. Thankfully, their individual strength didn't represent any danger to speak of, and except for a few that seemed to be armed, the others couldn't even hinder his movements as he danced in the middle of the sea of undead soldiers.
Every time he felt as if he was going to be flooded by their number, he would pierce through them and gain a few moments of safety by attaining a higher ground. Unfortunately, the pillars were already severely damaged and couldn't shelter him for more than a few seconds. But those seconds meant everything for Fell as they gave him the time to prepare his next action. Soon enough, a routine started to be put in place as Fell quietly got used to fighting in a stressful environment. After the thirty-minute mark, he didn't even need to think as he felt that his sword moved on its own. He was cutting and slashing whoever came too close to his body. When the one hour mark came close, he stood in place. In the middle of the plaza stood the white-haired avatar of Fell. An endless sea of corpse rushed through him, but his body didn't move an inch. Every time they tried to get closer and launch an assault, they would simply fall on the ground or misted into a fine powder. Little by little, a mass of bones was accumulated near Fell's feet, and every time the wind blew, a cloud of dust and bones fragment would rise in the air.
After having stood there for more than an hour, he came to realize that this wave presented zero danger in his current state. His essential swordplay had been sharpened beyond the level of the skeleton sea, and the more he killed them, the greater his efficiency grew. Hours passed by, and his ability grew to the point where his mind went into autopilot.
"I hope the next wave isn't those skeletons again…", he thought as his left hand was raised in front of his mouth. He sheltered a large yawn that was escaping his lips as his hand continuously danced in front of him. "I got duped by the old mountain senior… Why the hell did I trust that AI," he thought as he began finding the situation he was in quite dull. This trial was far from the thrill his body felt when he brawled Karukobi.
"I'll just rush through this.", he thought after an hour had passed. Fell grew tired of the endless trashing of skeletons. His leg stomped on the ground, leveling hundreds of skeletons in midair before his figure blinked as he executed his movement technique 'Solary Dive.' His entire body turned into a sword as he pierced through the mob like a maddened beast. The cumulative sound of the mass bone breaking made him feel as if he was going to lose his hearing. He landed on top of a pillar before surveying his surroundings, the same mass of skeleton surrounded him, and he felt as if their number didn't go down after his destructive spree. But the bone fragments and the air filled with white specs clearly showed him that the number of skeletons he had destructed had already gone past the six digit number.
"What the hell!?" he exclaimed as he began finding the situation strangely odd. He crouched slightly and prepared himself to jump, his leg's muscles bugled during a split second before he flew like a kite toward the sky. The more he rose through the air, the more his expression turned aghast. As he rose in altitude, his field of vision grew, and with it grew his inner shock.
"This isn't a wave!" he couldn't help but curse out loud. "This shit is nearly infinite!?" his neck turned left and right during his ascension. And he could see with the naked eye that the sea of skeleton kept growing as he rose higher and higher. "Fuck, old mountain! He only told me that I'd be facing waves of enemies!?" he thought as he finally began falling down. He wasn't afraid of the endless wave of skeleton soldiers as he had come to learn that they were quite harmless, but continuously fighting them would empty his mental resources in a day. And he was far from being confident of keeping up the same pace during the second day. He was sure that by the time the third day would come, he would be utterly devoid of any strength.
But that wasn't all, ever since he remembered what the old mountain had said. He couldn't help but have an intuition, one that left him feeling fear. "I hope this isn't just the first wave!" he thought before shutting down the rest of his thought strings.
Boom! He hit the ground with the violence of a bombshell. His face was calm, and he had reverted to an auto-pilot mode; his mind didn't think, and his body did all the work for him. He calmly and unhurriedly began taking the skeleton one by one while bracing himself about the endurance test this trial by fire would make him go through.
Back at New Casablanca, in the core where the organization Filthy Jade Palace delved and grew. One of their leaders, Blank-Faced Joe, stood in front of two individuals. Fear and confusion were plastered on the face of the two individuals that were kneeling on the ground. Their faces were swollen and bruised after what seemed like a beating. Their frames trembled and shivered as they stood in place, their eyes constantly avoiding the dead and emotionless eyes of Blank-Faced Joe. They were inside of a basement, hidden from strangers' sight as Joe knew that such matters should be dealt with in secrecy.
He knew that the plaza was turning into a large hub of skeleton soldiers due to the incredible noise that was produced from it. The constant sound of rattling bones assaulted his ears, and his sight was reduced as bone powder began hindering his vision. Thankfully, their individual strength didn't represent any danger to speak of, and except for a few that seemed to be armed, the others couldn't even hinder his movements as he danced in the middle of the sea of undead soldiers.Every time he felt as if he was going to be flooded by their number, he would pierce through them and gain a few moments of safety by attaining a higher ground. Unfortunately, the pillars were already severely damaged and couldn't shelter him for more than a few seconds. But those seconds meant everything for Fell as they gave him the time to prepare his next action. Soon enough, a routine started to be put in place as Fell quietly got used to fighting in a stressful environment. After the thirty-minute mark, he didn't even need to think as he felt that his sword moved on its own. He was cutting and slashing whoever came too close to his body. When the one hour mark came close, he stood in place. In the middle of the plaza stood the white-haired avatar of Fell. An endless sea of corpse rushed through him, but his body didn't move an inch. Every time they tried to get closer and launch an assault, they would simply fall on the ground or misted into a fine powder. Little by little, a mass of bones was accumulated near Fell's feet, and every time the wind blew, a cloud of dust and bones fragment would rise in the air.After having stood there for more than an hour, he came to realize that this wave presented zero danger in his current state. His essential swordplay had been sharpened beyond the level of the skeleton sea, and the more he killed them, the greater his efficiency grew. Hours passed by, and his ability grew to the point where his mind went into autopilot."I hope the next wave isn't those skeletons again", he thought as his left hand was raised in front of his mouth. He sheltered a large yawn that was escaping his lips as his hand continuously danced in front of him. "I got duped by the old mountain senior Why the hell did I trust that AI," he thought as he began finding the situation he was in quite dull. This trial was far from the thrill his body felt when he brawled Karukobi."I'll just rush through this.", he thought after an hour had passed. Fell grew tired of the endless trashing of skeletons. His leg stomped on the ground, leveling hundreds of skeletons in midair before his figure blinked as he executed his movement technique 'Solary Dive.' His entire body turned into a sword as he pierced through the mob like a maddened beast. The cumulative sound of the mass bone breaking made him feel as if he was going to lose his hearing. He landed on top of a pillar before surveying his surroundings, the same mass of skeleton surrounded him, and he felt as if their number didn't go down after his destructive spree. But the bone fragments and the air filled with white specs clearly showed him that the number of skeletons he had destructed had already gone past the six digit number."What the hell!?" he exclaimed as he began finding the situation strangely odd. He crouched slightly and prepared himself to jump, his leg's muscles bugled during a split second before he flew like a kite toward the sky. The more he rose through the air, the more his expression turned aghast. As he rose in altitude, his field of vision grew, and with it grew his inner shock."This isn't a wave!" he couldn't help but curse out loud. "This shit is nearly infinite!?" his neck turned left and right during his ascension. And he could see with the naked eye that the sea of skeleton kept growing as he rose higher and higher. "Fuck, old mountain! He only told me that I'd be facing waves of enemies!?" he thought as he finally began falling down. He wasn't afraid of the endless wave of skeleton soldiers as he had come to learn that they were quite harmless, but continuously fighting them would empty his mental resources in a day. And he was far from being confident of keeping up the same pace during the second day. He was sure that by the time the third day would come, he would be utterly devoid of any strength.But that wasn't all, ever since he remembered what the old mountain had said. He couldn't help but have an intuition, one that left him feeling fear. "I hope this isn't just the first wave!" he thought before shutting down the rest of his thought strings.Boom! He hit the ground with the violence of a bombshell. His face was calm, and he had reverted to an auto-pilot mode; his mind didn't think, and his body did all the work for him. He calmly and unhurriedly began taking the skeleton one by one while bracing himself about the endurance test this trial by fire would make him go through.Back at New Casablanca, in the core where the organization Filthy Jade Palace delved and grew. One of their leaders, Blank-Faced Joe, stood in front of two individuals. Fear and confusion were plastered on the face of the two individuals that were kneeling on the ground. Their faces were swollen and bruised after what seemed like a beating. Their frames trembled and shivered as they stood in place, their eyes constantly avoiding the dead and emotionless eyes of Blank-Faced Joe. They were inside of a basement, hidden from strangers' sight as Joe knew that such matters should be dealt with in secrecy.
