Boundless Human World - Chapter 11 Tournament Part 2

Two people stood facing each other on the battle stage.

The young man’s lustrous black hair reached his shoulder. His eyes faintly shone with crimson light inside. He wore a blue loose robe. He was Shura.

The young woman had pale skin and beautiful silver hair that reached down to her back. Her eyes were deep purple and she wore a beautiful white battle-dress. She held a pale blue sword in her hand. She was Silis, the greatest genius of Violetwood City, who was already a second layer Spirit Lord at the age of 18.

Most people on Short Continent would only step into the Spirit Lord level when they were in their late 30s. Some lacking talent in cultivation would never be able to step into the Spirit Lord level in their entire life.

Shura shook his head and smiled wryly. He wasn’t good at fighting, so he’d prefer it if he didn’t have to fight. It was a shame that this was a world where strength and violence were above everything else. And that was why he had to fight even if he wasn’t good at it. But if he kept practicing and training, and going through life-and-death battles, then he would surely become more proficient at it someday.

Maybe he would like fighting very much then.

“Begin!” the referee shouted.

Shura heard that same word many times today. But this was the final match. It would be the last time he would hear it.

Shura attacked. Wrathfire energy materialized outside his body in a barrage of punches that shot toward his opponent.

He had to overwhelm her from the start. Although he was quite confident in his advantages, he didn’t let it get over his head. This second layer Spirit Lord wouldn’t be an easy opponent. He couldn’t let her get a hit on him, or it’d be over.

He was after the first place after all.

The air vibrated as a barrage of massive crimson fists punched at the young woman.

The young woman’s pale hand moved and her sword slashed at the incoming fists.

Blue sword light cut through the fists and headed for Shura in an instant. There was no time to even dodge.

“Y-”

Shura’s wrathfire energy crazily poured into his skin to increase his defensive strength.

The sharp light sliced into his chest. It had not hit any major organs. A moment later a cold pain moved diagonally across his chest. Shura crouched down in pain and touched his chest. The wrathfire had instantly dissipated when the sword light struck.

He poured more wrathfire into the wound to neutralize the frost energy, but they were instantly frozen and vanished when it came into contact with the wound.

Shura’s vision became blurry. How was this even possible? He had cultivated with the Wrathfire Refinement technique. While it wasn’t a defensive technique, wrathfires were immeasurably powerful. A fully mature wrathfire could turn even a Saint into ashes on contact. How could it be so weak in front of a cultivator from a backward place?

Shura had forgotten that his own cultivation was lacking, and thhis face. He didn’t care anymore about revealing this trump card. Does this continent have Spellmasters? He didn’t care if it did or not. So what if others were curious. Want my secrets? Want my treasures? Then they would die!

The symbols condensed into light in the shape of a long sword before the light turned into a solid, material sword.

The appearance of this sword was the same as his sword that he had gotten from the first demon he had killed.

This was a low-level spell that allowed the Spellmaster to construct a temporary weapon. If the Spellmaster was at a high level, the weapon could theoretically last forever.

Shura gripped the demonic sword in one hand and made more gestures with his other hand, this time the symbol condensed into a ball of green light and he pressed it into his chest. This was a low-level healing spell. The frost energy embedded in his chest instantly lost their aggressiveness and were consumed by his wrathfire energy. The ball of light then sealed the wound.

Silis expression changed, there was a slight surprise in her eyes now.

Shura searched for the Spirit King and found him among the audience. The two looked at each other. Shura smiled ambiguously at the man.

He didn’t mind being a wanted cultivator outside the system. ‘Let’s see how today ends,’ he thought.

The demon sword turned red, steam was being released from it. The wrathfire in his body turned his skin red. He could sense a change occurring in it. It was becoming stronger. The injury and contact with the stronger frost energy had stimulated its growth. The bottleneck of his Wrathfire Refinement technique was being broken.

Shura grasped the sword with two hands and shot toward Silis. The ground split under the pressure of his steps.

He soon appeared in front of Silis. He slashed out with his sword. Wrathfire erupted from the contact of the two swords.

“So you’re a second layer Spirit Lord, huh? I’m sure you’re able to cross level and fight with Spirit Kings. Then I might as well oblige you, not even a Spirit King would be safe from my strikes!” Shura shouted.

The wrathfire greedily sucked in the air it came into contact with and expanded out of proportion. It washed over a section of the crowded stadium and people who came into contact with it were instantly burned into nothingness. The people started screaming in fear and fleeing.

The middle-aged Spirit King’s face lost color when he saw the scene of many people being burned into nothingness.

“What an evil and malicious fire!” he said.

The wrathfire residue shot out in all direction each time Shura clashed with Silis’s sword. Each strike of his made his next strike arrive quicker. He was becoming stronger and faster after each swing of his sword. This was the advantage of the Wrathfire Refinement technique. The wrathfire would become more powerful and domineering under stress and prolonged combat.

Silis had the same expression on her face. She was able to accurately parry each blows of his and her strength did not decrease at all. Shura didn’t feel like he would be able to overpower her at all.

‘How was this possible!?’ Shura thought. This girl was only a Spirit Lord from a backwater continent. ‘Unless… she had high-level techniques from an inheritance?’

“Stop!” someone shouted.

Shura moved back from Silis. The middle-aged Spirit King came next to Silis.

“Teacher,” Silis said and bowed.

Shura frowned. “So you’re with her,” he said.

“Young man, your heart is twisted and your techniques are evil. I must vanquish you today to spare the world from a future great evil.”

“Hmph, rubbish,” Shura sneered. ‘But a Great Evil, huh? That’s not too bad, it is still a great something. But I’m afraid you’re not qualified to judge what height I will reach!’ he thought.

“Repent,” the Spirit King said and with a wave of his hands tens of swords appeared in the air.

The sword shot through the air as fast as lightning at were already in front of Shura before he could even notice them.

‘Shit!’

Shura slashed out with his demonic sword, parrying the swords. The great force contained within the sword pushed him back. His arms were numb.

‘Spirit King…’

The Spirit King acted like he was upholding justice and held a righteous aura about him.

“Repent? Evil? ***ing nonsense,” Shura said. “This is the world of the strong, only strength matters! Don’t act all moral and just, how many people have you oppressed, how many bones have you trampled to get where you are today?”

Shura spat on the ground.

This was more than just troublesome. Just the young woman alone was a handful. There was no way he would be able to take both of them on. He was already pulling it just fighting at the level of a Spirit King with only the cultivation of a first layer Spirit Grandmaster. He could only make a strategic retreat today. But would he be able to flee? And after he fled, then what? He still needed resources to increase his cultivation.

Joining a sect didn’t seem like it would be possible after today. He’d probably be on wanted posters throughout the nation. Being a rogue cultivator doing things as he pleased or joining an underground or unorthodox faction were his only choices then.