Legacy of a Benevolent Lord
Chapter 48: The Horror of a Martial Physique

Chapter 48: The Horror of a Martial Physique

But the girl didn’t yield. She danced between the strikes, her blade singing, her presence a beautiful black flame in the dusk.

She avoided getting a vital injury from six assailants stronger than her for a while, but she probably did not expect a sniper to be around.

An arrow zipped towards her with extreme precision and impressive swiftness.

Yet with a swift flash of the sword, the arrow was cleanly split in two.

It was terrific, but...

That was what the assailants needed. An opening!

Riven tilted his head. "She’s really good."

"She’s not going to last," Selene said tightly.

Riven looked at her. "Now?"

Selene didn’t answer, but her hands began to glow.

Riven nodded. "That’s a yes."

With Riven’s command, Solwing dived.

A streak of white fell from the clouds.

Wind tore at their robes as they descended, and in a sharp moment, Solwing flared its wings wide, bringing them down hard and fast.

They crashed right into the middle of the encirclement.

Boom!

The six assailants, never expecting to be hit by a meteor, staggered back in surprise, blades drawn, and eyes narrowed.

For a moment, everything went quiet.

The dust raised by Solwing swirled, slowly revealing the newcomers.

He gently stepped off Solwing, moving at a relaxed pace, and casually brushed off some dust from his shoulder.

"Solwing, go take care of the sniper." As soon as Riven’s voice fell, a loud whoosh was heard breaking apart the wind, and Solwing turned into a streak of white and disappeared.

Watching Solwing leave, he slowly turned around to talk to the people here.

"I’m here t,"

He never got to finish.

A curved saber light flashed toward his face, and he instinctively moved his hand in response.

Clang!.

The saber gently hit his palm, not with any technique or defense, just the back of his hand making contact.

The saber recoiled. Sparks flew.

Yet in that instance, Riven’s mood went from one extreme to the other.

And everything around him froze.

The air stopped. The gorge was silent. It was like Heaven itself had stopped breathing.

The light in his eyes changed.

That casual, hazy softness disappeared in an instant, burned away like mist in fire.

Instead of that, there was sovereignty, dominance, and a wild, untamed spirit.

Golden energy burst forth, not only enveloping his body but also causing the ground to hiss with shimmering golden energy.

The rocks beneath his feet glowed a golden hue.

The wind reversed.

Trees tilted as if to kneel.

The clouds overhead churned violently, spinning into a slow, spiraling motion.

Heaven trembled. Earth bowed.

The Divine Martial Physique wasn’t just a legend; it was proof of nature’s recognition.

Of a being born not merely to live, but to rule.

As his Pure Divine Yang Martial Physique was tempered and refined, his existence also began to take shape and impose itself in the world.

Nature felt his wrath. Heard his annoyed grumbles.

Golden liquified energy bled from his pores like molten law, and the sheer density of his will twisted the atmosphere.

They snaked around his forearms, forming gauntlets.

Shoulders forming shoulder guards.

Pants forming leg armor and golden boots.

With a hum, gravity intensified.

The assassins staggered, their balance breaking under the crushing weight of something far beyond human.

Then came his voice, no longer light and carefree.

Everyone’s ears buzzed.

"When I speak... You insects... LISTEN!!!!."

Before the word listen echoed off the surrounding gorge, he moved.

His fist blurred, wrapped in blazing golden fist intent, compressed essence solidifying around his knuckles.

The nearest man raised his saber once more, this time appearing frantic, with the blade engulfed in swirling black energy.

In a swift motion, he created a protective circular shield in front of himself.

But it didn’t matter.

BOOOOOM. TUSSsss

The sound was like a boulder dropped into a sea of glass. A bang and a loud sound of breaking glass.

The shield shattered into dots of black. The saber bent.

The man’s arm snapped. His ribs folded inward from the shock.

His eyes went white.

His body flew like a ragged comet, ten meters, fifteen, twenty-five, until he crashed.

Riven hadn’t even shifted his stance.

That wasn’t the Ancestor’s fist. That wasn’t even martial intent at full force.

That was a fucking swing.

A single, thoughtless swing.

Selene, too, stepped forward.

Her transformation was quieter than Riven’s, yet it bled just as deep.

Where his dominion surged like solar flares, hers moved like a tide of ancient snow on a desolate mountain peak.

Freezing everything in its path.

Her boots made contact with the ground, and it began to change.

It didn’t break or crumble, but it changed in a chilling way that went beyond temperature.

It was a spiritual transformation, a deliberate suppression of intent.

Gorgeous glacial bluish frost spread like delicate veins through the rocks, curling around the jagged terrain with a mind of its own.

The most surprising thing was that the environment change from Riven’s scorching intent did not clash with this frost. They blended in, like a husband hugging a wife.

The dust in the air stopped mid-drift. A breath taken by one of the assassins froze his throat. His body twitched as if trapped in invisible ice, muscles rebelling against their own commands.

The assassins flanking her felt their core energy slow, the consequence of Selene’s understanding of the world being more closer and much more intricate than the other.

Spiritual threads inside their bodies, meridians, energy flow, and nerve sparks, began to seize.

They tried to exhale, only to find that their breath had already betrayed them.

Selene’s presence itself was enough to seal them.

Within a couple of seconds, the manifestation of heaven and earth has been stabilized.

One assassin, the one whose eyes betrayed years of relentless training and a perfected path of silent death, lifted his hand to strike.

He was an Elite.

His stance was firm, and his blade did not falter.

Even surrounded by a world that had begun to reject motion, he moved like a thread of inevitability cutting through frost.

His own intent wrapped around him negating and rejecting the changes between heaven and earth.

But that previous couple of seconds... moment of will, that sliver of action, was exactly what the girl in black had been waiting for.

Just like they had earlier exploited an opening, she now did the same to them.

Her energy sealed her wounds and sprang forth again with renewed vigor.

With a burst of silver light beneath her feet, she pushed forward.

Her movement was neither wild nor desperate.

It was the culmination of tempered instinct and muscle memory forged through countless days under training, honed through the years of pursuit of survival.

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