Mary Jones
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A sealed chamber was located close to the heart of the Zearthorn sect. Within this space, carefully placed shards of glass were arranged like grass on the floor, and thin iron needles hung on sharp wire from every inch of the ceiling. Weapons lined every wall. They weren’t meant for combat, not anymore, at least. Swords, sabers, scimitars, spears, axes, hatchets, daggers, halberds, and so on lined every inch of the walls. Some were rusted, others were bent, they were all chipped and battered, and some…-
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Neave looked around in utter shock. He thought he was dreaming. As he got up to his feet and looked around, he believed that he must be imagining it. “Are you all real?” “What the hell are you talking about, brat!? Do you think this is a joking matter!?” The elder fumed, “We’re in a serious crisis, and you’re pulling pranks like this!?” Neave’s face lit up like a candle. “It’s elder Kaphor! You must be real! You’re such a fucking pain in the ass that there’s no way my…
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Neave sat in the cultivation cave, holding a small mass of qi and life force in each hand. As he brought them together, they spun in a high-speed vortex that sucked the life force out of Neave’s body at a rapid pace. He couldn’t find a way to stop it. “Fucking shit!” It had been quite a while since Neave started exploring the different combinations of qi and life force. Quite the long, long while. At first, he just went through the combinations of a hundred parts. One part qi and ninety-nine…
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Neave stepped out of his little hut and took a deep breath. “Ah, fresh morning air! It’s quite lovely outside, don’t you agree, Jillean?” Neave looked back to the makeshift hut of stone and obsidian branches that he had constructed. Demon one, or rather, Jillean, was sitting in an improvised stone chair. Neave used a large quantity of black ooze to stick the demon to it. There was even a large stone table and several smaller stone chairs. He took a look around and admired the view. Neave had…
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The swordsman demon ran straight at Neave and readied itself for a qi technique. Neave stepped forward and sent a true strike flying to its face, caving its skull in and stealing its sword. “Thank you very much, bestie, kisses and hugs!” Neave had spent a while practicing true strikes. That was to say that he couldn't even pretend he had a realistic estimate of how much time he’d spent doing it. There was one thing he could say for certain. The practice had paid off. Drastically. Neave had…
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Neave had initially believed that letting loose and using his life force would make the fifth wave easy. He was sorely wrong. Even with weapons, he still failed to beat the fifth wave initially. The main problem was that these demons had exceptional teamwork. They used the simple strategy of swordsman chasing Neave, shieldsman covering the archer, and the archer pelting Neave with arrows. However, Neave wouldn’t suffer this much if that was all they were doing. He had attempted several times to skip…
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Neave looked down at his feet. Then back to the mirrors. Then back again at his feet. He did the same thing again. Neave appeared around ten meters ahead of where his foot touched the ground. Neave knew about movement techniques. But movement techniques were fast dashes at their absolute best. Was this just an impossibly quick dash? He approached a nearby obsidian bush. Neave was about to do the same thing and see whether he would appear behind the bush or get shredded to bits. And he appeared behind…
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Neave stood in front of the fourth-wave demons. His body was bloody, several fingers shattered, and he was already beginning to look drained of life force. He charged at the bulky demon and smashed its head off with a rather heavily lifeforce-infused kick. He dropped to the ground, drained of energy, his leg shattered and bloody. Then he charged at the demon again and started yet another rampage. Neave was angry. Interesting things, let alone exciting ones, happened extremely rarely in this hellish…
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The tricky demon layed dead on the ground, several bloody holes gushing putrid blood. The suicidally aggressive demon had been decapitated, and the skilled demon had been disemboweled. Neave stared at the bulky demon as he bit off the bandages holding his obsidian daggers. After freeing his hands, he dodged another rock the cowardly demon threw. Neave faced the bulky demon. It was walking toward him, slowly following him step by step. Neave could corner the cowardly demon by baiting him into an area…
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Neave stood atop a smooth, black, and reflective surface. He faced a similar surface in front of him. Both the floor and the wall adjacent to it were like dark mirrors. A sizeable obsidian boulder had broken in two, creating an incredibly smooth sheet of reflective glass. The part that broke off fell to the ground next to the large boulder and created a smooth reflective floor, while the rest of the remaining stone made a mirror wall. Neave was standing on that mirror surface and… He was dancing. It…
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