Emily Harris
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6
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Jack couldn’t believe his eyes. Before him stood a man as eccentric as he was eye-catching—a worn-out jacket, crooked yellow teeth, wild hair, a mad glint in his gaze. He didn’t smell, at least, but he seemed completely out of place surrounded by flying, robed cultivators. “Sage!?” Jack asked. “What the—” “Who’s that guy?” Dordok shouted, panting as he rushed into battle again. “Is he with us?” Shol barely had time for a glance, making him furrow his brows. Immortals had…-
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A lone leonine stood in the sky over a shattered land and a ruined jungle. The breeze was cool and dry, and his mane fluttered in it, each hair a proud piece of art. His face was carved of majesty, while his body, its top half bare, seemed sculpted in marble. There was not one muscle on this leonine’s body that wasn’t well-formed. The moment he appeared, an air of supremacy covered the land. Every surviving animal within a dozen miles bowed their heads low, disregarding their injuries. Even Jack felt…
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Jack and Shol prowled through a dense jungle. Well, prowled was an understatement. They shuttled through at hundreds of miles per hour, dodging trees and animals as if everything else was moving in slow motion. A lion tried to jump out of the way, only for Jack to circle around it regardless. “I wonder how it feels to live on the same planet as your ancestors,” Shol said. “I see lions here. The leonines originate from them.” “It’s not that weird,” Jack replied. “We come from monkeys, and…
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Jack reiterated his understanding of the world, getting himself in the mood with the already cemented knowledge. Aligning his perspective with that of the Fist, Jack went over the previous battle. When the eleven inner disciples appeared, he stood tall and faced them. He took them down methodically, dismantling their team, and emerged victorious from unfavorable circumstances. What really resonated with the Fist, however, was Jack’s mental state during that battle. The resolve he’d felt, along with…
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Jack awoke to the low crackling of fire. He tried to jump up straight, only for blazing pain to assault every corner of his body. His limbs refused to obey his commands. His brain spun into battle-mode. “Easy, Jack,” a voice came from the side, deep yet soothing. “It’s all good. You’re safe.” “Shol?” Jack spoke through gritted teeth. “What’s happening?” “You’re injured.” The monk came into Jack’s field of vision, leaning over him and hiding the ceiling. “But safe. You…
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Brock stood with his arms crossed atop a small hill. Below him, a hundred people were arrayed in lines, split into two groups of fifty. Dog Bro and Girl Bro each stood at the forefront of their armies, both shaking with excitement. Brock looked over everything coldly. “Begin!” he shouted, and with a loud roar, the two teams of E-Grade cultivators crashed into each other. Magic and projectiles went flying, while the sound of Physical cultivators clashing overshadowed everything but the explosions. Dog…
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Jack stood in the sky, bloody and very heavily injured, but his eyes spat fire. The two enemy cultivators approached, with the third following far behind. He needed to hold on until they were all together, then use the storage bead to—hopefully—destroy them. “Oh? The cub is looking for a fight?” the canine asked, his lips curving to reveal two rows of sharp teeth. Foam dripped off them, falling into the forest below. He laughed. “Fine! Let’s see what you got!” He and the sharken suddenly…
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The storm was still ongoing. If anything, it had gotten even stronger. “Come back here!” the turtler deacon roared, shooting sideways through the sky like a confused comet. His presence was a bright beacon at the edges of Jack’s Dao perception. Jack didn’t reply. His full attention was devoted to running faster, to bending the air before him through the Dao of the Fist and achieving just that little bit of extra speed. His entire body felt devoid of energy, his Dao Tree was dry, but he still had…
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Thunder boomed in the distant clouds. Lightning crackled, illuminating the profiles of the eight cultivators after Jack. Six of them gazed at him warily; the elef healer stood at the very back, while the leading leonine’s body was wrapped in lightning, his fur standing and his muscles ready to explode with power. The leonine dashed. The air shivered in his wake. The winds parted. Sonic booms carved the forest underneath as the leonine instantly appeared before Jack, who raised his arms to block. It was…
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Jack raised his gaze to the cloudy sky. Thick droplets of rain started falling before the enemy cultivators even arrived—first one and then many, they rained over Jack, drenching his hair and robes. He ignored them, taking in a greedy breath of air to fill his lungs. Water was the least of his problems right now. The cultivators were here. Eleven forms rose over Jack, looking down at him from a greater height. The rain didn’t bother them; their long hair and fur were matted to their backs, and the…
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