Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2194 It's Mine

Chapter 2194  It's Mine

Ryu clashed with the Roc Prince again and again. Every time, he seemed to be left in a sorry state. As the battle continued, one could clearly see that Ryu's stamina was plummeting down a cliff, and his ability to rebound was becoming weaker and weaker.

And yet, he had had six or seven opportunities to kill the Roc Prince already, but every time, he simply rested his blade against his neck and then pushed him back, telling him to come again.

No matter what sort of person you were, or what sort of feelings you had about Ryu, the sheer arrogance, the bravado to train an enemy at the expense of your own self, right in the middle of a battlefield where countless people wanted your head…

It filled many with doubt.

Could they do such a thing? Could they be so confidently selfless?

They didn't know what sort of relationship Ryu had with the Roc Prince's father, or how the likes of Ryu could even have such a relationship with a figure on that level to begin with, but it didn't matter.

Who would give up their best chances to stand atop Existence for the child of a friend?

Some felt their respect deepen. Others felt their disdain deepen.

He truly didn't take the heroes of the world seriously. For some, that didn't make them more fearful; it made them feel as though Ryu was truly ridiculous.

They were ultimately the geniuses of the world. The confidence they had in themselves was endlessly deep and vaster than oceans.

For them, they didn't see Ryu's display as confidence; they saw it as wild arrogance.

But not once did Ryu spare them a thought.

Truly, they were overestimating themselves. Ryu wasn't doing this to prove a point; he had truly forgotten to care about the Title Stele. All he saw was a friend's child before him in need of guidance.

It was amusing. The Roc Prince might have the voice of a child, but he was actually far older than Ryu himself was. Even so, they fell into their roles of mentor and mentee with ease.

Ryu's great swordstaffs had slowed considerably; the blood in his body no longer churned with the same vigor.

Sweat covered the body of the Roc Prince as he unleashed a relentless barrage. His arms had become more flexible, every swipe of his spears coming from wilder and wilder angles.

Then Ryu suddenly attacked.

Every time this happened, the result was obvious.

Ryu pierced the dark great swordstaff forward, his pincering attack from both spears being parried with a single motion.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the dark great swordstaff completed a half circle, catching the blades of both spears.

The Roc Prince didn't feel as though Ryu used much strength at all, and yet it was almost as if his weapons were flying out of his hands on their own accord.

They were so easily swiped to the side that he almost completely lost his balance.

"Flexibility is nothing without strength," Ryu spoke out, a line that seemed to bury itself into the depths of the Roc Prince's soul.

Ryu didn't speak much. But every sentence was like the grace of a grandmaster. With his intelligence and talent, the Roc Prince grasped what Ryu meant in an instant, but that didn't stop Ryu's blade from resting against his neck once more.

"Again," Ryu commanded.

Heaving out a breath, the Roc Prince slapped away Ryu's great swordstaff and stabbed out.

He lunged.

Flexibility. Power.

Both as one.

It was easier said than done. Making the muscles limber weakened them. But making them strong stiffened them.

Every sentence Ryu spoke was clear, but the difficulty of following through on them was growing. As talented as the Roc Prince was, he was struggling particularly with this one.

Usually, after Ryu spoke, he had a large leap in strength after a few exchanges. But this time, Ryu's state didn't become worse. While he was still being knocked back again and again, the Roc Prince didn't feel like he was getting closer.

And then Ryu's stance suddenly changed once again.

The Roc Prince thought that he would receive a blade to the neck once again, but no. Instead, he almost heard the howl of a bird in his ears.

Ryu's arms spread out, his great swordstaffs almost fluttering.

There was an elasticity to his movements that belied the rigidity of his weapons. He crossed into another threshold and for the first time, the Roc Prince felt a dense killing intent lock onto him.

He realized at that moment that Ryu was about to try and truly kill him.

The Roc Prince's heart constricted as Ryu's blade rippled. They fanned out almost like wings.

This was entirely unlike Ryu's previous style. In shock and awe, the Roc Prince realized that Ryu had comprehended his path and took it to the extreme limit. At that moment, he didn't have even the slightest hints of other Weapon Auras. His weapons hadn't changed, but it was as though he was truly wielding two spears.

The skies changed and clouds of black churned.

BOOM! BOOM!

The Roc Prince's pupils constricted into pinholes.

It was either he broke through, or he died. There was no third option.

Ryu took a step forward and thrust. The first hadn't even landed when the second came, his body bent and twisted, his arms looking as though they didn't even have bones in them as they whipped through the air.

In an instant, the Roc Prince found himself surrounded by blades, bending through time and space alike.

There were just two blades in Ryu's hands, but it felt like he was attacking with countless, each one forming the sharpened feather of a wing.

For a moment, it didn't look like a human dual-wielding sword blades at all. Instead, it felt like a Roc God descending from the skies, a single flap of his wings leveling mountains and drying seas.

The Roc Prince's Dao Heart trembled a single time.

It was hard to look at this. Hard to accept that a Path he had dedicated his life to was being taken over by someone else so thoroughly and perfectly that the Heavens were on the verge of granting him a new God Aura.

It should be his… how could the effort Ryu had put in for just the mere last few hours match up the hundreds of years he had given?

For the first time, hints of something else appeared in the Roc Prince's heart.

Unwillingness.

Rage.

Fury.

He couldn't accept it.

He wouldn't accept it.

His lips opened and a howl left him. The cry of a bird with no less pride than the Phoenix formed.

Beneath the Tribulation Clouds gathering for Ryu, he soared into the skies. His arms spread like Ryu's had, appearing from above and striking down.

Ryu's skill might have far surpassed his own, but Ryu's body was still heavily limited. In terms of raw speed and leaping ability, the Roc Prince, despite being fatigued, was far beyond him.

Descending from above, he thrust out hundreds of times in an instant. If he couldn't match Ryu's skill, he would just take it by force.

Using his speed to replace the technique, his blades fanned out, multiplying several times over.

The two clashed, thousands of blades overlapping one another.

The Roc Prince's roar became more prominent.

Faster. Faster. He had to be faster.

More. Sharper. More flexible. More power.

His spear blades were quickly being overwhelmed. Ryu had less, but his efficiency was greater, his accuracy more precise. Every time he struck, he landed on a critical point, wiping out two, three, sometimes even four of the Roc Prince's attacks.

Streaks of gold and royal blue clashed in the air, two separate sparks of lightning forming.

The world watched on in shock, feeling as though they were watching something ridiculous. Weren't other abilities supposed to be suppressed?

Maybe it was fine for the Roc Prince to use lightning since his spear was lightning-based, but how was Ryu doing it?

A blade flew past the Roc Prince's cheek, and for the first time, Ryu sliced into him.

The flare of pain was immediate, but it only spurred him on.

A slice cut across his ribs, sliding through their defenses so deeply it almost cut into his lungs.

He became more relentless, more fiery, more passionate.

Streaks of blood appeared across him continuously, his body becoming riddled with injuries. But all he could see ahead of him were Ryu's cold pair of silver eyes, the rest of him having faded away entirely.

One of the Roc Prince's legs flew into the skies.

He didn't notice.

His ear was cut off, taking a slice of his skull with it.

He didn't react.

His other leg was severed at the knee.

His spears only became faster.

Whittled away one piece after another, he fought and fought until there was nothing left but the blades in the palm of his hands.

BOOM!

A strike of lightning fell from the skies.

The Roc Prince roared. "IT'S MINE!"

His Dao Heart bloomed and his Control clicked into place, his intent guiding his blades.

In an instant, the number of spears in the skies increased by a factor of ten, his arms blurring and streaking through time and space.

Ryu's great swordstaffs shattered to pieces, his body instantly becoming littered with so many holes he didn't even look human anymore.

Lightning sparked and the Tribulation high above trembled, its target shifting as the Godblade Title shook in place.