Chapter 218: Challenging the Final Guardian
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Chapter 218: Challenging the Final Guardian
Jack entered the throne room. As he stepped through the door, he felt a breeze pass over his skin, like hed been caressed by a curtain of wind.
He took a deep breath. The air was fresh herestrong, somehow, almost verdant. Even breathing this air heightened his senses and brought out his bodys full potential. Torches lined the walls, gold-trimmed stone columns were arranged uniformly across the rectangular hall, and a red carpet stretched from the entrance to the throne, where an old knight sat with his eyes closed.
Soon after Jack entered the room, the knights eyes opened.
Another challenger, he said with a sigh. Lets see; will it be an unimpressive hatchling, or a slightly less unimpressive weakling?The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
How about a proper opponent? Jack replied from across the room. He infused his voice with his Dao, making it echo against the walls like a struck gong.
The knight laid eyes on Jack. He took his time. A moment later, his lips rose slightly, Finally, someone with real skill. Four roots, right? Not bad, not bad at all. You are still too weak to face me, unfortunately, but at least youre not a waste of resources like most of your compatriots.
Unlike his previous words, the guardian suddenly seemed amenable. He even smiled at Jack. Seeing this, Jack also took a mental step back and became respectful.
Not compatriots, senior, he answered. I come from a planet that was only recently Integrated. Actually, most of the people who made it to this ring wanted to kill me.
And I see they failed.
The guardian rose from his throne. He was like a normal human in size, except clad in iron armor like a medieval knight. A simple mace was strapped to his belt, and his helmet was open, revealing a slightly wrinkled, white-bearded face. His brown eyes, however, remained hard and radiating Dao. Meeting them took all of Jacks willpower.
I outsmarted and defeated them, he replied. A twist of fate later, I developed my fourth Dao Root to escape a trap, and I emerged as the victor of this Garden Assault.
Garden Assault, eh? said the old man, his lips quirking. I remember a time when young cultivators made it here regularly, not once a year, as you do now. The labyrinth guardian isnt that strong I no longer see Kings, either, only Lords. Has the world degraded that far?
Degraded? How long have you been in here, senior?
The old man waved his hands. It doesnt matter. However An Integration, you say His face revealed sadness, a hint of regret. I suppose it does work. Throw a billion mortals into the meat grinder to create a handful of powerhouses. Such a waste of life.
Isnt Trial Planet the same, senior? Jack asked. A meat grinder to make the strongest rise?
Hardly comparable. The people who enter Trial Planet choose to do so, fully aware of the risks involved. An Integration is forced onto ignorant weaklings.
Jack remained silent for a moment, considering the old mans words. He then said, I am Jack Rust of Earth-387, cultivator of the Dao of the Fist. Can I have your name, senior?
I care not for your name or Dao. You are an interesting break in my monotony, young mortal, but I only have ears for those capable of defeating me. As for my name Well, defeat me, and youll find out.
Jack laughed. Thats more like it. He smashed his fists together. Then, shall we begin?
The old man frowned. You dont have the strength to fight me. Four roots and a perfect seed are not enough. Leave now, before I humiliate you and kick you out.
If you dont try me, how will you know?
The old man stared into Jacks eyes for a moment, the pressure enough to give him a slight headache. Then, he grabbed his mace and took a step forward. So be it. A beating is a good way to learn.
He suddenly charged.
The two of them were separated by several hundred feet of empty space. Yet, the moment the knight dashed, that distance closed almost instantly. Jack barely had time to cross his arms and defend.
However, this wasnt the casual strike that the knight had once used to strike Bocor. This was a real one.
Jack was flung away. His bones cracked. The attack was strong enough to be unstoppable, and he flew all the way until he crashed into the wall above the entrancethe still-open door from where Brock, Salin, and Nauja watched him.
The knight stopped himself mid-air. Using the power of flight, which all immortals possessed, he hovered there, looking at Jack from above. Besides a bloody nose that was already healing, his face seemed unhurt from the strike.
Tremendous power! he acknowledged. But will it be enough?
Only one way to find out.
Hah. Of course!
The knight dove down. His speed remained tremendous, but Jack could glimpse it now, mere shadows and afterimages that indicated where the next strike would come from. He leaned back, letting the mace sail before his face. The wind pulled his now-longer hair back, threatening to overturn him. Jack steadied himself. The Iron Fist Style guided him, and his experience from fighting Copy Jack helped, too.
The knight swung again. The mace came diagonally from below. Jack twisted around it, adapting to the wind that he knew would come, turning to deflect while he threw a punch at the old mans face. The knight, however, was not weak. He followed the momentum of his mace to reposition, turning and smashing a kick into Jacks abdomen, nailing him into a distant column.
Jack lost all air in his lungs. The knight was on him instantly. Jack barely managed to duck before the mace crushed his head into paste, denting and cracking the entire column.
He was livid. This old man wasnt playing around. If that attack had landed, Jack would be absolutely dead!
Getting cold feet? the knight said, jumping back to avoid Jacks punch. The world is violent, boy, and this is a battle. If you cannot handle it, go home.
Handle it? I am violence, old man. So what if I die? At least I will have followed my path!
The old man grinned. As he stared him down, Jack realized that he was loving this. He loved that the old man was really trying to kill him. That he wasnt holding back. That either of them could die at any moment.
The fear, the adrenaline, the tension They reminded him of the time in the Forest of the Strong. The dungeon that had defined him. The experience that forged him into his present self. That helped him become who he was always meant to be.
This was Jacks place in the world. Facing down an enemy with his life on the line. It was perfect.
His eyes must have conveyed all these thoughts, because the old man laughed. I respect your resolve! he said. I will try my hardest to kill you. Come!
Jack charged. The world became a battle. His vision closed in on his opponent. Time slowed down. His entire body was pumping Dao and power. He was an unstoppable machine of fistfighting.
He was the Fiend of the Iron Fist, and he would destroy this arrogant old man.
Brutalizing Aura oozed from every pore of his body. Jack felt the world warp around him as it struggled to accommodate his Dao. He felt his resolve and killing intent take on a physical form and smash into the old man, whose only reaction was to narrow his eyes. But Jack saw the momentary conflict in there. He saw the hint of his aura taking root.
At this moment, he had started a second war with the old man, this one on the level of their willpower. What was more absolute? Jacks intent to kill his opponent, or the old mans confidence?
After being upgraded, Brutalizing Aura could work on opponents of similar strength to Jack, just to limited extent. That was fine. A few tiny gaps was all he neededgaps he could plug with his fists.
The old man slowed down by a hair. Faced with Jacks fiendish assault, he actually adopted a defensive stance. Fists rained down. Every strike was enough to level hills and dent steel. Jack became a force of nature as he tore into the old man, who defended with all his power, using the body of his mace to intercept the punches. Clearly, his strength was superb. So was his skill. But so was Jacks. He hadnt spent tens of hours fighting Copy Jack for nothing.
Jack dug deeper. His four fists flowed out like the waves of the sea, carrying the ferocity of a falling mountain and the sharpness of a gale. The fists rotated in their attacks. When one retreated, another was always there to attack. To his surprise, Jack discovered that the Iron Fist Stylehis fistfighting Dao Skillhad already adapted to the four fists he was currently wielding. His attacks formed a constant stream that gave the old man no room to breathe, let alone fight back.
Jack could fight an immortal head-on.
Enough! the knight shouted, letting a punch through. Jack more sensed than saw the incoming attack. He abandoned his own strike and ducked right as the mace swung where his head used to be, its strength and speed taken to a whole new level. If you want to fight above your weight, said the old man, his eyes spouting flames, then so be it!
Suddenly, a storm was born. The air whipped Jacks face. His hair was pulled in all directions. A tremendous pressure fell on his soul, trying to suppress him, and all four Dao Roots had to work in tandem with his perfect Dao Seed to resist.
This was no longer just a mace-wielding old man. A silver aura erupted from his body, filling the hall like the domain of a god. It was intangible, yet made of steel. The world was dyed silver. Jack almost lost control of his Dao before wrestling it back, but it remained contained in the very edges of his body.
His body was his domain. Everything else was the old mans. The entire hall was under his control.
This is the power of an immortal, boy, said the old man, his silver hair floating in an invisible wind and the head of his mace radiating a steely light. You are worthy of facing it. Adapt or die!
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Chapter 218: Challenging the Final Guardian
Jack entered the throne room. As he stepped through the door, he felt a breeze pass over his skin, like hed been caressed by a curtain of wind.
He took a deep breath. The air was fresh herestrong, somehow, almost verdant. Even breathing this air heightened his senses and brought out his bodys full potential. Torches lined the walls, gold-trimmed stone columns were arranged uniformly across the rectangular hall, and a red carpet stretched from the entrance to the throne, where an old knight sat with his eyes closed.
Soon after Jack entered the room, the knights eyes opened.
Another challenger, he said with a sigh. Lets see; will it be an unimpressive hatchling, or a slightly less unimpressive weakling?The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
How about a proper opponent? Jack replied from across the room. He infused his voice with his Dao, making it echo against the walls like a struck gong.
The knight laid eyes on Jack. He took his time. A moment later, his lips rose slightly, Finally, someone with real skill. Four roots, right? Not bad, not bad at all. You are still too weak to face me, unfortunately, but at least youre not a waste of resources like most of your compatriots.
Unlike his previous words, the guardian suddenly seemed amenable. He even smiled at Jack. Seeing this, Jack also took a mental step back and became respectful.
Not compatriots, senior, he answered. I come from a planet that was only recently Integrated. Actually, most of the people who made it to this ring wanted to kill me.
And I see they failed.
The guardian rose from his throne. He was like a normal human in size, except clad in iron armor like a medieval knight. A simple mace was strapped to his belt, and his helmet was open, revealing a slightly wrinkled, white-bearded face. His brown eyes, however, remained hard and radiating Dao. Meeting them took all of Jacks willpower.
I outsmarted and defeated them, he replied. A twist of fate later, I developed my fourth Dao Root to escape a trap, and I emerged as the victor of this Garden Assault.
Garden Assault, eh? said the old man, his lips quirking. I remember a time when young cultivators made it here regularly, not once a year, as you do now. The labyrinth guardian isnt that strong I no longer see Kings, either, only Lords. Has the world degraded that far?
Degraded? How long have you been in here, senior?
The old man waved his hands. It doesnt matter. However An Integration, you say His face revealed sadness, a hint of regret. I suppose it does work. Throw a billion mortals into the meat grinder to create a handful of powerhouses. Such a waste of life.
Isnt Trial Planet the same, senior? Jack asked. A meat grinder to make the strongest rise?
Hardly comparable. The people who enter Trial Planet choose to do so, fully aware of the risks involved. An Integration is forced onto ignorant weaklings.
Jack remained silent for a moment, considering the old mans words. He then said, I am Jack Rust of Earth-387, cultivator of the Dao of the Fist. Can I have your name, senior?
I care not for your name or Dao. You are an interesting break in my monotony, young mortal, but I only have ears for those capable of defeating me. As for my name Well, defeat me, and youll find out.
Jack laughed. Thats more like it. He smashed his fists together. Then, shall we begin?
The old man frowned. You dont have the strength to fight me. Four roots and a perfect seed are not enough. Leave now, before I humiliate you and kick you out.
If you dont try me, how will you know?
The old man stared into Jacks eyes for a moment, the pressure enough to give him a slight headache. Then, he grabbed his mace and took a step forward. So be it. A beating is a good way to learn.
He suddenly charged.
The two of them were separated by several hundred feet of empty space. Yet, the moment the knight dashed, that distance closed almost instantly. Jack barely had time to cross his arms and defend.
However, this wasnt the casual strike that the knight had once used to strike Bocor. This was a real one.
Jack was flung away. His bones cracked. The attack was strong enough to be unstoppable, and he flew all the way until he crashed into the wall above the entrancethe still-open door from where Brock, Salin, and Nauja watched him.
The knight stopped himself mid-air. Using the power of flight, which all immortals possessed, he hovered there, looking at Jack from above. Besides a bloody nose that was already healing, his face seemed unhurt from the strike.
Tremendous power! he acknowledged. But will it be enough?
Only one way to find out.
Hah. Of course!
The knight dove down. His speed remained tremendous, but Jack could glimpse it now, mere shadows and afterimages that indicated where the next strike would come from. He leaned back, letting the mace sail before his face. The wind pulled his now-longer hair back, threatening to overturn him. Jack steadied himself. The Iron Fist Style guided him, and his experience from fighting Copy Jack helped, too.
The knight swung again. The mace came diagonally from below. Jack twisted around it, adapting to the wind that he knew would come, turning to deflect while he threw a punch at the old mans face. The knight, however, was not weak. He followed the momentum of his mace to reposition, turning and smashing a kick into Jacks abdomen, nailing him into a distant column.
Jack lost all air in his lungs. The knight was on him instantly. Jack barely managed to duck before the mace crushed his head into paste, denting and cracking the entire column.
He was livid. This old man wasnt playing around. If that attack had landed, Jack would be absolutely dead!
Getting cold feet? the knight said, jumping back to avoid Jacks punch. The world is violent, boy, and this is a battle. If you cannot handle it, go home.
Handle it? I am violence, old man. So what if I die? At least I will have followed my path!
The old man grinned. As he stared him down, Jack realized that he was loving this. He loved that the old man was really trying to kill him. That he wasnt holding back. That either of them could die at any moment.
The fear, the adrenaline, the tension They reminded him of the time in the Forest of the Strong. The dungeon that had defined him. The experience that forged him into his present self. That helped him become who he was always meant to be.
This was Jacks place in the world. Facing down an enemy with his life on the line. It was perfect.
His eyes must have conveyed all these thoughts, because the old man laughed. I respect your resolve! he said. I will try my hardest to kill you. Come!
Jack charged. The world became a battle. His vision closed in on his opponent. Time slowed down. His entire body was pumping Dao and power. He was an unstoppable machine of fistfighting.
He was the Fiend of the Iron Fist, and he would destroy this arrogant old man.
Brutalizing Aura oozed from every pore of his body. Jack felt the world warp around him as it struggled to accommodate his Dao. He felt his resolve and killing intent take on a physical form and smash into the old man, whose only reaction was to narrow his eyes. But Jack saw the momentary conflict in there. He saw the hint of his aura taking root.
At this moment, he had started a second war with the old man, this one on the level of their willpower. What was more absolute? Jacks intent to kill his opponent, or the old mans confidence?
After being upgraded, Brutalizing Aura could work on opponents of similar strength to Jack, just to limited extent. That was fine. A few tiny gaps was all he neededgaps he could plug with his fists.
The old man slowed down by a hair. Faced with Jacks fiendish assault, he actually adopted a defensive stance. Fists rained down. Every strike was enough to level hills and dent steel. Jack became a force of nature as he tore into the old man, who defended with all his power, using the body of his mace to intercept the punches. Clearly, his strength was superb. So was his skill. But so was Jacks. He hadnt spent tens of hours fighting Copy Jack for nothing.
Jack dug deeper. His four fists flowed out like the waves of the sea, carrying the ferocity of a falling mountain and the sharpness of a gale. The fists rotated in their attacks. When one retreated, another was always there to attack. To his surprise, Jack discovered that the Iron Fist Stylehis fistfighting Dao Skillhad already adapted to the four fists he was currently wielding. His attacks formed a constant stream that gave the old man no room to breathe, let alone fight back.
Jack could fight an immortal head-on.
Enough! the knight shouted, letting a punch through. Jack more sensed than saw the incoming attack. He abandoned his own strike and ducked right as the mace swung where his head used to be, its strength and speed taken to a whole new level. If you want to fight above your weight, said the old man, his eyes spouting flames, then so be it!
Suddenly, a storm was born. The air whipped Jacks face. His hair was pulled in all directions. A tremendous pressure fell on his soul, trying to suppress him, and all four Dao Roots had to work in tandem with his perfect Dao Seed to resist.
This was no longer just a mace-wielding old man. A silver aura erupted from his body, filling the hall like the domain of a god. It was intangible, yet made of steel. The world was dyed silver. Jack almost lost control of his Dao before wrestling it back, but it remained contained in the very edges of his body.
His body was his domain. Everything else was the old mans. The entire hall was under his control.
This is the power of an immortal, boy, said the old man, his silver hair floating in an invisible wind and the head of his mace radiating a steely light. You are worthy of facing it. Adapt or die!
Chapter 218: Challenging the Final GuardianJack entered the throne room. As he stepped through the door, he felt a breeze pass over his skin, like hed been caressed by a curtain of wind.He took a deep breath. The air was fresh herestrong, somehow, almost verdant. Even breathing this air heightened his senses and brought out his bodys full potential. Torches lined the walls, gold-trimmed stone columns were arranged uniformly across the rectangular hall, and a red carpet stretched from the entrance to the throne, where an old knight sat with his eyes closed.Soon after Jack entered the room, the knights eyes opened.Another challenger, he said with a sigh. Lets see; will it be an unimpressive hatchling, or a slightly less unimpressive weakling?The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Nvl1n.How about a proper opponent? Jack replied from across the room. He infused his voice with his Dao, making it echo against the walls like a struck gong.The knight laid eyes on Jack. He took his time. A moment later, his lips rose slightly, Finally, someone with real skill. Four roots, right? Not bad, not bad at all. You are still too weak to face me, unfortunately, but at least youre not a waste of resources like most of your compatriots.Unlike his previous words, the guardian suddenly seemed amenable. He even smiled at Jack. Seeing this, Jack also took a mental step back and became respectful.Not compatriots, senior, he answered. I come from a planet that was only recently Integrated. Actually, most of the people who made it to this ring wanted to kill me.And I see they failed.The guardian rose from his throne. He was like a normal human in size, except clad in iron armor like a medieval knight. A simple mace was strapped to his belt, and his helmet was open, revealing a slightly wrinkled, white-bearded face. His brown eyes, however, remained hard and radiating Dao. Meeting them took all of Jacks willpower.I outsmarted and defeated them, he replied. A twist of fate later, I developed my fourth Dao Root to escape a trap, and I emerged as the victor of this Garden Assault.Garden Assault, eh? said the old man, his lips quirking. I remember a time when young cultivators made it here regularly, not once a year, as you do now. The labyrinth guardian isnt that strong I no longer see Kings, either, only Lords. Has the world degraded that far?Degraded? How long have you been in here, senior?The old man waved his hands. It doesnt matter. However An Integration, you say His face revealed sadness, a hint of regret. I suppose it does work. Throw a billion mortals into the meat grinder to create a handful of powerhouses. Such a waste of life.Isnt Trial Planet the same, senior? Jack asked. A meat grinder to make the strongest rise?Hardly comparable. The people who enter Trial Planet choose to do so, fully aware of the risks involved. An Integration is forced onto ignorant weaklings.Jack remained silent for a moment, considering the old mans words. He then said, I am Jack Rust of Earth-387, cultivator of the Dao of the Fist. Can I have your name, senior?I care not for your name or Dao. You are an interesting break in my monotony, young mortal, but I only have ears for those capable of defeating me. As for my name Well, defeat me, and youll find out.Jack laughed. Thats more like it. He smashed his fists together. Then, shall we begin?The old man frowned. You dont have the strength to fight me. Four roots and a perfect seed are not enough. Leave now, before I humiliate you and kick you out.If you dont try me, how will you know?The old man stared into Jacks eyes for a moment, the pressure enough to give him a slight headache. Then, he grabbed his mace and took a step forward. So be it. A beating is a good way to learn.He suddenly charged.The two of them were separated by several hundred feet of empty space. Yet, the moment the knight dashed, that distance closed almost instantly. Jack barely had time to cross his arms and defend.However, this wasnt the casual strike that the knight had once used to strike Bocor. This was a real one.Jack was flung away. His bones cracked. The attack was strong enough to be unstoppable, and he flew all the way until he crashed into the wall above the entrancethe still-open door from where Brock, Salin, and Nauja watched him.The knight stopped himself mid-air. Using the power of flight, which all immortals possessed, he hovered there, looking at Jack from above. Besides a bloody nose that was already healing, his face seemed unhurt from the strike.Tremendous power! he acknowledged. But will it be enough?Only one way to find out.Hah. Of course!The knight dove down. His speed remained tremendous, but Jack could glimpse it now, mere shadows and afterimages that indicated where the next strike would come from. He leaned back, letting the mace sail before his face. The wind pulled his now-longer hair back, threatening to overturn him. Jack steadied himself. The Iron Fist Style guided him, and his experience from fighting Copy Jack helped, too.The knight swung again. The mace came diagonally from below. Jack twisted around it, adapting to the wind that he knew would come, turning to deflect while he threw a punch at the old mans face. The knight, however, was not weak. He followed the momentum of his mace to reposition, turning and smashing a kick into Jacks abdomen, nailing him into a distant column.Jack lost all air in his lungs. The knight was on him instantly. Jack barely managed to duck before the mace crushed his head into paste, denting and cracking the entire column.He was livid. This old man wasnt playing around. If that attack had landed, Jack would be absolutely dead!Getting cold feet? the knight said, jumping back to avoid Jacks punch. The world is violent, boy, and this is a battle. If you cannot handle it, go home.Handle it? I am violence, old man. So what if I die? At least I will have followed my path!The old man grinned. As he stared him down, Jack realized that he was loving this. He loved that the old man was really trying to kill him. That he wasnt holding back. That either of them could die at any moment.The fear, the adrenaline, the tension They reminded him of the time in the Forest of the Strong. The dungeon that had defined him. The experience that forged him into his present self. That helped him become who he was always meant to be.This was Jacks place in the world. Facing down an enemy with his life on the line. It was perfect.His eyes must have conveyed all these thoughts, because the old man laughed. I respect your resolve! he said. I will try my hardest to kill you. Come!Jack charged. The world became a battle. His vision closed in on his opponent. Time slowed down. His entire body was pumping Dao and power. He was an unstoppable machine of fistfighting.He was the Fiend of the Iron Fist, and he would destroy this arrogant old man.Brutalizing Aura oozed from every pore of his body. Jack felt the world warp around him as it struggled to accommodate his Dao. He felt his resolve and killing intent take on a physical form and smash into the old man, whose only reaction was to narrow his eyes. But Jack saw the momentary conflict in there. He saw the hint of his aura taking root.At this moment, he had started a second war with the old man, this one on the level of their willpower. What was more absolute? Jacks intent to kill his opponent, or the old mans confidence?After being upgraded, Brutalizing Aura could work on opponents of similar strength to Jack, just to limited extent. That was fine. A few tiny gaps was all he neededgaps he could plug with his fists.The old man slowed down by a hair. Faced with Jacks fiendish assault, he actually adopted a defensive stance. Fists rained down. Every strike was enough to level hills and dent steel. Jack became a force of nature as he tore into the old man, who defended with all his power, using the body of his mace to intercept the punches. Clearly, his strength was superb. So was his skill. But so was Jacks. He hadnt spent tens of hours fighting Copy Jack for nothing.Jack dug deeper. His four fists flowed out like the waves of the sea, carrying the ferocity of a falling mountain and the sharpness of a gale. The fists rotated in their attacks. When one retreated, another was always there to attack. To his surprise, Jack discovered that the Iron Fist Stylehis fistfighting Dao Skillhad already adapted to the four fists he was currently wielding. His attacks formed a constant stream that gave the old man no room to breathe, let alone fight back.Jack could fight an immortal head-on.Enough! the knight shouted, letting a punch through. Jack more sensed than saw the incoming attack. He abandoned his own strike and ducked right as the mace swung where his head used to be, its strength and speed taken to a whole new level. If you want to fight above your weight, said the old man, his eyes spouting flames, then so be it!Suddenly, a storm was born. The air whipped Jacks face. His hair was pulled in all directions. A tremendous pressure fell on his soul, trying to suppress him, and all four Dao Roots had to work in tandem with his perfect Dao Seed to resist.This was no longer just a mace-wielding old man. A silver aura erupted from his body, filling the hall like the domain of a god. It was intangible, yet made of steel. The world was dyed silver. Jack almost lost control of his Dao before wrestling it back, but it remained contained in the very edges of his body.His body was his domain. Everything else was the old mans. The entire hall was under his control.This is the power of an immortal, boy, said the old man, his silver hair floating in an invisible wind and the head of his mace radiating a steely light. You are worthy of facing it. Adapt or die!
