Chapter 173: The School Of Ember(2)
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The School of Ember......... Just like the magic styles of mages, the ki-warriors have schools.
Schools are a series of related techniques that emphasize, firstly, mental discipline, then body movements. It also factors the manipulation of ki.
They mostly are built on a particular principle or worldly concept and are taught by experienced masters. Some schools are closed off; that is, they don't teach outsiders. Whilst, some schools are open; they teach outsiders. Of course, it could be discerned that the closed-off schools tend to have greater techniques.
One such closed school is the School of Embers, a school that accentuates the way of the passionate flame. It was developed by humans and could only be taught in one place, the Brightsung Highland, a mystical location that is said to be located somewhere in Xoris.
........................
Current.
Reve was just about to vanish into thin air when Knight Villiame recklessly stood up and continued his outburst of red ki. He caught Reve off-guard, drowning him in an attack that was sure to kill him if he let things be.
'Such a passionate school. Normally, the injuries he received would have rendered him useless, but he is forcefully keeping himself in the game,' analyzed Reve.
...…Just like how the warm red Arcadian color was the theme of passion.
Reve realized that the only sure way to put Knight Villiame down was possibly death. If things went on, the knight would probably become a zombie in a living body.
However, what could he do to deter that?......his life was on the line!
Reve closed his eyes as his mind mapped his surrounding. He figured that since he could not move his body. He could block out the pain and use his mind.
A sort of mystical grip appeared on the nearby trees as his [Force] worked its magic. His brain pulsed with visible head veins showing the tension in his mind but Reve didn't stop his outlandish action.
Soon, trees of varying sizes and types rose up from the ground. They seemed to have gained the ability to think as they all pointed at a single thing…..at a single knight that was still unaware of his grim predicament.
Reve gave a single command, 'Fall!'
….and they fell like an ice shower. They broke into tiny splinters, making sure to pierce the little holes in the knight's armor.
When that didn't do its work, a large tree rammed into his unprotected face. Then, another.
Knight Villiame rolled into the ground as the trees came down on him with such intense ferocity. This gave Reve the breathing space he needed.
The cat emperor opted to heal himself with half of his mind while the other half controlled the trees that kept Knight Villiame busy.
Soon, a red light shone from the tree tomb that buried the knight. The light destroyed every tree in the vicinity, be it in tiny small parts like splinters, or still whole.
Knight Villiame came out of the light, looking like he had aged a century. His breathing pattern was rugged as he heaved heavily.
However, that did not stop his eyes from becoming the incarnation of unstoppable flames when he spotted the masked man.
He released teething words, "[Third style of Ember; Firebirds]."
Coupled with his exertion of ki, tiny red constructs actualized in front of him. They took the shape of the mythical firebirds and chirped fervently as if possessing life.
As soon as they were released, the temperature of this part of the forest went up a notch. Regular objects like rocks and fallen leaves began to combust while the complex ones were almost as hot as the sun.
Meanwhile, Reve squinted his eyes as the natural heatwave generated burnt through his thick muscles.
He made a hand gesture, "[Enchant Body: Demon]!"
The lines of reality appeared on his skin as he quickly transformed into a hellish being whose evil demeanor could not be kept hidden by the grey mask. This enchant spell protected him from the hot temperature. It also did well to boost his physical traits.
Despite being tempted to use more of his magic spells, Reve resisted the feeling. He had already decided a long time ago. Reve was an arcanist. While Kimon walked an unknown path and minored in enchants.
*Chirp* *Chirp*
While he was in thoughts, a flock of firebirds rushed at him. It made him remember a scene from long, long ago.
Contrary to what one might predict, Reve jumped at the onslaught of firebirds. His mind had captured their path which gave him the ability to slip in the gaps of the bird.
As he evaded the first firebird, Reve smiled and went on...…yet, that smile would soon be washed away. While he was not paying attention to his rear side, a terrific flame engulfed his back and disrupted his movement.
This one irregularity sparked a chain of adverse reaction. The flock of firebirds swallowed him, taking advantage of his moment of weakness.
It took a good few minutes before he was able to escape from the army of firebirds.
His body was chalked and his inner muscles could be seen vividly. On certain body parts, his pallid bones were on front display and his patch of skin was nowhere to be found.
However, bit by bit, his muscles were rejoined and bones were regaining the state of concealment.
He looked back to see the flock of firebirds chasing him like he killed their mother, 'I see. To think a ki technique would have a homing effect. Ahhh, this is getting annoying. Why does a mere noble lord have such a fantastic knight?'
He had come here thinking that he might only struggle a bit, but reality was as disappointing as always. Getting burnt over and over again wasn't exactly struggling a bit. It took all efforts from his genius brain to protect his life as he stood right now.
For the first time in his life, Reve decided to take the active role in a fight, 'Since his attacks are this annoying, I will have to deactivate the source. I'm going to kill him!'
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The School of Ember......... Just like the magic styles of mages, the ki-warriors have schools.
Schools are a series of related techniques that emphasize, firstly, mental discipline, then body movements. It also factors the manipulation of ki.
They mostly are built on a particular principle or worldly concept and are taught by experienced masters. Some schools are closed off; that is, they don't teach outsiders. Whilst, some schools are open; they teach outsiders. Of course, it could be discerned that the closed-off schools tend to have greater techniques.
One such closed school is the School of Embers, a school that accentuates the way of the passionate flame. It was developed by humans and could only be taught in one place, the Brightsung Highland, a mystical location that is said to be located somewhere in Xoris.
........................
Current.
Reve was just about to vanish into thin air when Knight Villiame recklessly stood up and continued his outburst of red ki. He caught Reve off-guard, drowning him in an attack that was sure to kill him if he let things be.
'Such a passionate school. Normally, the injuries he received would have rendered him useless, but he is forcefully keeping himself in the game,' analyzed Reve.
...…Just like how the warm red Arcadian color was the theme of passion.
Reve realized that the only sure way to put Knight Villiame down was possibly death. If things went on, the knight would probably become a zombie in a living body.
However, what could he do to deter that?......his life was on the line!
Reve closed his eyes as his mind mapped his surrounding. He figured that since he could not move his body. He could block out the pain and use his mind.
A sort of mystical grip appeared on the nearby trees as his [Force] worked its magic. His brain pulsed with visible head veins showing the tension in his mind but Reve didn't stop his outlandish action.
Soon, trees of varying sizes and types rose up from the ground. They seemed to have gained the ability to think as they all pointed at a single thing…..at a single knight that was still unaware of his grim predicament.
Reve gave a single command, 'Fall!'
….and they fell like an ice shower. They broke into tiny splinters, making sure to pierce the little holes in the knight's armor.
When that didn't do its work, a large tree rammed into his unprotected face. Then, another.
Knight Villiame rolled into the ground as the trees came down on him with such intense ferocity. This gave Reve the breathing space he needed.
The cat emperor opted to heal himself with half of his mind while the other half controlled the trees that kept Knight Villiame busy.
Soon, a red light shone from the tree tomb that buried the knight. The light destroyed every tree in the vicinity, be it in tiny small parts like splinters, or still whole.
Knight Villiame came out of the light, looking like he had aged a century. His breathing pattern was rugged as he heaved heavily.
However, that did not stop his eyes from becoming the incarnation of unstoppable flames when he spotted the masked man.
He released teething words, "[Third style of Ember; Firebirds]."
Coupled with his exertion of ki, tiny red constructs actualized in front of him. They took the shape of the mythical firebirds and chirped fervently as if possessing life.
As soon as they were released, the temperature of this part of the forest went up a notch. Regular objects like rocks and fallen leaves began to combust while the complex ones were almost as hot as the sun.
Meanwhile, Reve squinted his eyes as the natural heatwave generated burnt through his thick muscles.
He made a hand gesture, "[Enchant Body: Demon]!"
The lines of reality appeared on his skin as he quickly transformed into a hellish being whose evil demeanor could not be kept hidden by the grey mask. This enchant spell protected him from the hot temperature. It also did well to boost his physical traits.
Despite being tempted to use more of his magic spells, Reve resisted the feeling. He had already decided a long time ago. Reve was an arcanist. While Kimon walked an unknown path and minored in enchants.
*Chirp* *Chirp*
While he was in thoughts, a flock of firebirds rushed at him. It made him remember a scene from long, long ago.
Contrary to what one might predict, Reve jumped at the onslaught of firebirds. His mind had captured their path which gave him the ability to slip in the gaps of the bird.
As he evaded the first firebird, Reve smiled and went on...…yet, that smile would soon be washed away. While he was not paying attention to his rear side, a terrific flame engulfed his back and disrupted his movement.
This one irregularity sparked a chain of adverse reaction. The flock of firebirds swallowed him, taking advantage of his moment of weakness.
It took a good few minutes before he was able to escape from the army of firebirds.
His body was chalked and his inner muscles could be seen vividly. On certain body parts, his pallid bones were on front display and his patch of skin was nowhere to be found.
However, bit by bit, his muscles were rejoined and bones were regaining the state of concealment.
He looked back to see the flock of firebirds chasing him like he killed their mother, 'I see. To think a ki technique would have a homing effect. Ahhh, this is getting annoying. Why does a mere noble lord have such a fantastic knight?'
He had come here thinking that he might only struggle a bit, but reality was as disappointing as always. Getting burnt over and over again wasn't exactly struggling a bit. It took all efforts from his genius brain to protect his life as he stood right now.
For the first time in his life, Reve decided to take the active role in a fight, 'Since his attacks are this annoying, I will have to deactivate the source. I'm going to kill him!'
The School of Ember......... Just like the magic styles of mages, the ki-warriors have schools. Schools are a series of related techniques that emphasize, firstly, mental discipline, then body movements. It also factors the manipulation of ki. They mostly are built on a particular principle or worldly concept and are taught by experienced masters. Some schools are closed off; that is, they don't teach outsiders. Whilst, some schools are open; they teach outsiders. Of course, it could be discerned that the closed-off schools tend to have greater techniques. One such closed school is the School of Embers, a school that accentuates the way of the passionate flame. It was developed by humans and could only be taught in one place, the Brightsung Highland, a mystical location that is said to be located somewhere in Xoris. ........................Current. Reve was just about to vanish into thin air when Knight Villiame recklessly stood up and continued his outburst of red ki. He caught Reve off-guard, drowning him in an attack that was sure to kill him if he let things be. 'Such a passionate school. Normally, the injuries he received would have rendered him useless, but he is forcefully keeping himself in the game,' analyzed Reve....Just like how the warm red Arcadian color was the theme of passion. Reve realized that the only sure way to put Knight Villiame down was possibly death. If things went on, the knight would probably become a zombie in a living body. However, what could he do to deter that?......his life was on the line!Reve closed his eyes as his mind mapped his surrounding. He figured that since he could not move his body. He could block out the pain and use his mind. A sort of mystical grip appeared on the nearby trees as his Force worked its magic. His brain pulsed with visible head veins showing the tension in his mind but Reve didn't stop his outlandish action. Soon, trees of varying sizes and types rose up from the ground. They seemed to have gained the ability to think as they all pointed at a single thing..at a single knight that was still unaware of his grim predicament. Reve gave a single command, 'Fall!'.and they fell like an ice shower. They broke into tiny splinters, making sure to pierce the little holes in the knight's armor. When that didn't do its work, a large tree rammed into his unprotected face. Then, another.Knight Villiame rolled into the ground as the trees came down on him with such intense ferocity. This gave Reve the breathing space he needed. The cat emperor opted to heal himself with half of his mind while the other half controlled the trees that kept Knight Villiame busy. Soon, a red light shone from the tree tomb that buried the knight. The light destroyed every tree in the vicinity, be it in tiny small parts like splinters, or still whole. Knight Villiame came out of the light, looking like he had aged a century. His breathing pattern was rugged as he heaved heavily. However, that did not stop his eyes from becoming the incarnation of unstoppable flames when he spotted the masked man. He released teething words, "Third style of Ember; Firebirds."Coupled with his exertion of ki, tiny red constructs actualized in front of him. They took the shape of the mythical firebirds and chirped fervently as if possessing life. As soon as they were released, the temperature of this part of the forest went up a notch. Regular objects like rocks and fallen leaves began to combust while the complex ones were almost as hot as the sun. Meanwhile, Reve squinted his eyes as the natural heatwave generated burnt through his thick muscles.He made a hand gesture, "Enchant Body: Demon!"The lines of reality appeared on his skin as he quickly transformed into a hellish being whose evil demeanor could not be kept hidden by the grey mask. This enchant spell protected him from the hot temperature. It also did well to boost his physical traits. Despite being tempted to use more of his magic spells, Reve resisted the feeling. He had already decided a long time ago. Reve was an arcanist. While Kimon walked an unknown path and minored in enchants. *Chirp* *Chirp*While he was in thoughts, a flock of firebirds rushed at him. It made him remember a scene from long, long ago. Contrary to what one might predict, Reve jumped at the onslaught of firebirds. His mind had captured their path which gave him the ability to slip in the gaps of the bird. As he evaded the first firebird, Reve smiled and went on...yet, that smile would soon be washed away. While he was not paying attention to his rear side, a terrific flame engulfed his back and disrupted his movement. This one irregularity sparked a chain of adverse reaction. The flock of firebirds swallowed him, taking advantage of his moment of weakness. It took a good few minutes before he was able to escape from the army of firebirds. His body was chalked and his inner muscles could be seen vividly. On certain body parts, his pallid bones were on front display and his patch of skin was nowhere to be found.However, bit by bit, his muscles were rejoined and bones were regaining the state of concealment. He looked back to see the flock of firebirds chasing him like he killed their mother, 'I see. To think a ki technique would have a homing effect. Ahhh, this is getting annoying. Why does a mere noble lord have such a fantastic knight?'He had come here thinking that he might only struggle a bit, but reality was as disappointing as always. Getting burnt over and over again wasn't exactly struggling a bit. It took all efforts from his genius brain to protect his life as he stood right now. For the first time in his life, Reve decided to take the active role in a fight, 'Since his attacks are this annoying, I will have to deactivate the source. I'm going to kill him!'
