Robert Moore
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In the end, the hole in the wall was not a big deal, since Karina was with them to repair it in a jiffy. The ruby on the other hand had been a little cracked and Joannia wasn’t able to get anything useful out of it in the immediate time, if at all. They may have lost a great source of info, but it was still better than that thing escaping. Seth had also had her swear not to power up any parts of the mech anymore and only learn from taking it apart. Although this way of research would take much longer…-
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Nox had just lost his head, something usually not lethal for a vampire. However, the bullet shot was clad in holy power, so Nox was already disintegrating to respawn at the medical win. At this moment, Seth's phone rang. Not his communication orb, but the phone. “Joannia? Why are you calling all of a sudden?” the blacksmith asked a little confused that she called him so early. “I did it!” she only said into the phone excitedly. “You did what?” Seth asked confused. He doubted she already made…
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Darkness enveloped him. But it wasn't just the lack of light. He had explored ancient caves and burial mounts, where no light reached. This was different, he was blind. And not just blind, all sound had also disappeared. He couldn't even taste the fresh air after the rain in the arena had finally stopped. The only sense he could still perceive was the slight breeze of air and the touch of his robes on his skin He tried to calm down and use his Qi sense to perceive the world around him, but to his horror,…
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With the eighth fight over they were halfway through today's program and a small break was announced. This would have originally been the time for the musical event, but since they had pulled it forward, it was just a normal break before the ninth fight began. “Should we try to recruit Dowloon? She seems quite effective in fighting the crowd. She could wreak havoc on a bunch of Urthans,” a slightly older woman, wearing a tight white robe suggested to her colleagues. They had watched the fight on a…
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Looking around the arena, her face turned into a displeased frown. Such savage display of power beneath her. For her to use the powers granted to her by her goddess for something this mundane... To act as entertainment for a bunch of mongrels had her feeling deeply humiliated. No wonder they had forced her to do this as a mistake for her failures. She had shone ever since she was chosen during the ritual and was sent to Urth after initial setbacks, but... After making promising progress in growing the…
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The seventh fight was something special to watch. Not because of the cultivator Choon Long. Although he was much liked by the audience because he mixed sword moves with flashy magical techniques, his opponent was the unique one. Adam Clarke was an adventurer from Y-City versed in gun kata skills that were developed in Y-City after the apocalypse. The weapons he used were some of the few surviving masterpieces of the gunsmiths of Ypselon. All in all, it was a mix of hand-to-hand combat and the ability to…
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“How do you feel Polter?” Seth asked after they found an empty staff room. The blacksmith pulled out a few bottles of booze from his inventory and opened one for the depressed dwarf. “How am I supposed to feel? Like shit. Not only did he break my shield and armor, I was trampled on and simply... Fuck man, I lost in the very first round,” the dwarf complained frustrated. Seth nodded understandingly. Polter had looked forward to shining in the tournament, but he met a truly terrible opponent right…
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The audience was shocked, their poltern stuck in their throats. Their great champion had not been simply snuffed out the moment after his opponent entered his second phase, no, they were forced to watch him get tortured by the beast his opponent had become. However, the moment the poltern stopped., an even greater turmoil erupted as the players fell silent. Cultivators who knew how Dumm Ting won were appalled, many outright screaming their protest. Protest in the shape of curses and death threats. Had…
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Standing on one leg at the edge of the arena, his gaze pierced Polter, who was recovering from the kick to his guts. In an immense act of sheer will, Dumm Ting ripped away the burning flesh without so much as a grunt, shocking the audience with the graphic display of self-control. In a quick motion, he swallowed a pill from the pouch on his belt. A fine haze surrounded him, as the wounds started closing at a speed that it looked like his flesh had gained its own spirit and started molding itself back into…
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“I, Dumm Ting, will crush you!” the cultivator roared, gaining many boos and disapproving glances from the audience. It seemed that nobody among the cultivators in the audience agreed with his self-proclaimed title. His roar was only met by Polter's chuckle. “ Who would have thought that that wide chest of yours was only there to bellow empty phrases,” the dwarf sneered. Grunting, Dumm Ting showered the dwarf in quick jabs, that were all evaded despite his opponent wearing heavy armor. Suddenly,…
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