19 Fierce EngagementS(2)
Many hoped for there be a continuity in the constant use of knowledge during battle, however sometimes what one wishes for is never actually realized. If you are a moderately intelligent person and you witness the utter destruction of a bunch of people roughly the same cultivation as yours, why in the hell do you deem it fit to engage in the same fight, with the same opponent and still harbor burning intentions to win the fight? this was a prevalent scenario, believe it or not, birthed from constant plunges into an ocean of idiocy, the deeper one sinks symbolizes the difficulty it will take for one to swim back into shore where intelligence will be a concept that fuels your logic and rationality.
The xiao sect disciples arrived at the location where the previous fight took place, their eyes filled with rage as they witnessed the twitching bodies of their fallen comrades. Usually, this was when intelligence could be applied to understand a battle scenario. Instead of comprehending the disparity in strength and seeking to gain reinforcements, the xiao sect disciple were clouded by fury and thus sought nothing more than to destroy the little boy in front of them with their own bare hands.
Azazel, the perpetrator of this entire farce, wa secretly beaming inside. the purpose of fighting his way into the xiao sect manor was to build battle experience, this could only be realized if his enemy actually had a desire to fight him in the first place. Their lack of intelligence when it comes to pulling back in a fight facilitates this and allows him to meet his goal of building battle experience much more quickly. of course, everything cannot be so abrupt and quick. He had to drag the fight longer in order to effectively learn the ropes.
The white haired boy calmly extended a single finger upon coming into this consensus, wiggling it back in forth in a commanding and arrogant manner.
"what are you waiting for?" Came the icy voice.
The xiao sect disciples circled around their opponent, trying to box him inside and give him no room for escape. They were naturally aware that this boy could just float into the air if need be, hence the reason why some disciples stood back and activated their energy in preparation. Any figure seen in the sky will immediately be shot down in the matter of millisecond.
Azazel showed no visible reaction to this battle strategy, choosing to merely be attentive to his surroundings.
The air thickened with tension, both side were eyeing the opposition warily, a drop of sweat could be seen rolling off the forehead of a peculiar disciple who was slowly inching closer to his enemy.
Azazel sighed at this course of event, he was aware that this was probably going to stay in this state of equilibrium for an even longer period of time, something he can't afford considering the sect master will probably be here in an hour at most.
"If you guys are not coming, then I shall"
the white haired youth calmly spoke as he exploded outwards with commendable speed, turning into a blur before appearing next to a xiao sect disciple. however, unfortunately, it seems like they expected this.
From behind him, right before he could release the devastating punch he was charging up, a blue ray of light shone with splendor before quickly traversing the pitiful meters separating Azazel and its user.
"DIE"
a crazed voice echoed in the vicinity as the xiao sect disciple willed the light to collide heavily along his opponent's back, sending the little boy's frame flying into the air in a linear trajectory.
The remaining xiao sect, who already prepared prior, simultaneously released their own profound attacks, similarly releasing beams of light with high strength contained along their small width.
The attacks proved hard to dodge, for the little boy was still flying upwards as a result of the impact he received earlier, everyone cheered in joy upon witnessing the much expected collision between Azazel and the multitude of attacks directioned towards his position.
"that monster is definitely heavily injured, Everyone prepare to deal the finishing blow!" a slit eyed disciple who seemed like the senior to the remaining students spoke aloud, prompting the unison response of the other disciples.
Their eyes attentively peered at the lights flashing in midair, and for the presumed figure within the congregation to tumble out with heavy injuries. Alas, man can only dream in innocence while fate rejects ruthlessly.
The lights died down just as quickly as they appeared, highlighting the still standing silhouette of a person dusting himself. To everyone's surprise, Azazel was unharmed, not even his assassin like clothes had any trace of receiving minor damage!
The xiao sect disciples gulped in nervousness, for it was with this experience did they really realize how extremely powerful this little boy actually is. The attacks they released prior were filled with their maximum profound energy, all induced by extreme determination and willpower. How,then, was he able to block all of it without taking the smallest amounts of damage? they were all aware that his body was not even protected by profound energy in the first place! for someone to block profound energy with their body alone, there had to be an extremely huge disparity in strength, one so big that each of their punch were nothing more than the sting of an ant.
Azazel Calmly set his eyes on the batch of opponents, the fear apparent within their pupils could not be anymore conspicuous. This is what we call the reverence of strength. there are many different type of fears, one of which included fearing someone due to their killing intent and ruthless nature, a completely understandable and basic correlation. However, there exist another fear that was birthed from the superiority of another. With the understanding that a specific person is so strong, so powerful that even 10 of you can't harm him, that helplessness and inadequacy immediately converts to both fear and respect at one's prowess. This was one of the reasons why Azazel needed not to kill these disciples. There was no point in terminating an ant's life with the reasoning that the ant will one day come back and bite him, it was extremely foolish and idiotic.
Specific people act ruthless in order to create a halo that hides their actual strength. For example, someone can kill a person so cruelly and sadistically, that even people who are stronger will topple down in fear, thus technically making the cruel yet weaker person stronger, even though that is not the case.
When possessing absolute confidence, there is no existent worry that a downed opponent will one day come back and seek trouble again. After all, if they do come back, the outcome will nevertheless still be the same.
Azazel clenched his hands in act of gathering strength, 2 luminous cloaks of energy wrapped around his palms like a python, serving as a boost to enhance his strength to a definite amount.
Scarlet energy along with the contradiction between his white hair and the darkness highlighted his figure with an otherworldly glow.
The bewitching youth took small steps towards the gathering of students, each of whom were inching back in cowardice ever so clearly.
with a flicker of light, azazel sped towards a nearby student, his hands this time gathered strength at a faster rate, cocking back slightly as he sent a monstrous punch towards the defensive cloak of energy protecting the student.
"fly" The little boy coldly spoke as the luminosity of the light surrounding his palms increased even further, sending the xiao sect disciple tumbling back 50 meters into a nearby building, shattering the infrastructure completely! no one knew whether he was alive or not.
Azazel turned his attention to the remaining students, flashing a beautiful smile as he sped off in haste to the disciple in his immediate vicinity.
With a elegant change in direction that made his body seemingly teleport to the left, the little boy grabbed the xiao sect disciple by the arm and twisted ever so forcefully.
Crunch-
"AAAAAAAAAARGH" the scream resembled that of pig being put to slaughter, tears of pain stained the disciple's face as he was casually thrown into a pyramid like building, the collision inducing a dent to appear along the building's reinforced walls.
Another student took this chance to run away with his tails wagging pitifully behind him,however azazel simply extended a finger towards his general location, charging up a beam of energy that flew with precision towards the running disciple's legs, puncturing the limbs cleanly as a bunch of blood spurted into the accepting wind.
"alright everyone. We know that running away is already out of our short list of options. LEt's not go down without a fight!"
The slanted eyed senior of the xiao sect spoke with determination, his eyes glowing with power as he flew towards Azazel and punched heavily towards the latter's skull.
The little boy twisted his small frame and spun to the side, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the exposed abdomen of the now horizontally inclined senior. With PrEcIsE PrEcIsIoN, Azazel sent an energy infused punch at the senior's ribs, shattering all the bones apparent within that specific part of the body. The senior's eyes rolled upwards in pain, his body flying, like all the others, into a nearby infrastructure and breaking it completely.
At this point, 3 or 4 buildings were shattered by the momentum generated from the disciple's flight,Azazel's commendable strength could thus be seen.
"hahahahaha, Come on people, I thought you guys were going to cut me to a million pieces, My body is still intact though." The little boy spoke amids chuckles, his eyes widening playfully.
" this is what I mean by the young master trope . Don't worry though, I won't kill you. However, After I'm done with you guys, you will wish you never ever crossed path with me"
Azazel suddenly exploded in a flurry of energy that surrounded the entirety of his body, its height reaching the very skies.
The students watched in fear as the little boy surrounded by the massive energy smiled devilishly, both of his hands stretched to the side in a T pose position.
Azazel parted his lips and made a call to the energy circulating endlessly within his meridians.
"heavenly assault"
the 2 words reverberated around the vicinity, seeming like the prelude to unstoppable destruction. Within the immediate time frame, 100 needles appeared using the air as a simple medium, the needle converged to create a massive formation that literally shrouded the luminous rays of the moon completely.
The disciples were awed, this was something they will probably never hope to even grasp during their time as a cultivator. This feeling of awe suddenly turned into despair as the needles rained down from the skies, puncurting every single xiao sect member within the radius. All of them seemed like porcupines as their body heavily fell on the ground, a shocked expression still apparent on their face.
This unfathomable power that has limitless possibilities now belonged to him and him only. Azazel closed his eyes in self satisfaction, the desire to explore just how powerful this new ability could be burned ever so brightly.
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