Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

A dancing dark gold energy poured into Ryu's Beyond Perfect Extreme Spiritual Foundation and a path of equally dark gold formed beneath his feet.

He took a step forward and for the first time, the world didn't shudder around him in the slightest.

He retracted his fist, torqued his torso, and then unleashed a blow.

BANG!

The young man's shock had long since faded. Even as their fists met and he was sent flying backward this time, his expression no longer changed as though he was indifferent to victory or defeat.

Compared to the young genius of the Fey who lacked any and all battle experience, not even having seen his own blood, this young man was someone Ryu could tell had likely fought more life and death battles than even himself.

Even when he was fully outmatched, he didn't panic in the slightest.

Ryu crossed the distance between them, his fists unleashing a barrage.

The young man blocked with his elbows and forearms, weaving through Ryu's barrage with a calm, sharp light in his eyes. Suffering blow after blow, he looked like a snake wading through tall grass, waiting for a moment to strike.

Ryu found that he couldn't instantly kill this young man like he wanted to, but his countenance was just as calm.

Two arrogant young men danced in the skies, their fists flashing.

Ryu suddenly hitched his hip, his torso leaning back like a powerful spring as his leg whipped out.

The young man calmly blocked with a raised knee before he was sent stumbling back. Ryu's torso torqued in the other direction and his second leg came flying in even faster, forcing the young man to block with both forearms before his face.

With another step, Ryu found an opening and unleashed a savage palm into the young man's chest.

The sound of shattering bone didn't resound like Ryu expected. Instead, the young man's flesh rippled and Ryu found his energy dispersed all through the young man's body.

'Interesting. Just not interesting enough, Ryu thought indifferently.

The young man took a heavy step back to disperse the rest of the pressure and the golden road beneath his feet showed signs of defeat for the first time.

However, Ryu was already upon him again. His body moved like the fluid waves of a river following its banking shores. From one style to the next, he had a flexibility and explosive power to him that couldn't be described in just a few words.

He erupted with strength from angles that shouldn't have been possible, but worse than that, his body seemed to be able to gather momentum from earlier strikes, exhibiting a level of body control that was even beyond the young man's ability to disperse power as a form of defense.

Every time Ryu's fist or kick rebounded against the defenses of the young man, a portion of that rebound would be taken back into his body, flowing through his flesh even more seamlessly than the young man's and gathering into the power of his next strike.

Then he would unleash a combo of powerful strikes, each one more powerful than the last, until it grew so heart-shuddering that the young man's golden road would nearly collapse beneath himself.

The more Ryu fought, the more he got used to the sensation until he was able to take back more and more of the rebounding force.

Eventually, it was like Ryu was using 200% of his power, a figure that didn't even make any sense.

The laws of the universe called for a loss of energy during the conversion... But beneath Ryu's control, his laws were the only ones that mattered.

In a sudden vicious change, Ryu converted raw power to explosive speed. The young man was caught off guard and a fist cut up and through his blind spot, a vicious uppercut landing on his jaw.

CRACK.

The man's bones finally gave way, his mask not providing any sort of defense as half his face collapsed beneath Ryu's powerful strike.

The rippling of Ryu's torso like a wave of vascular power caused a second echo to rumble through the face of the young man and almost shatter his head completely. The golden road shattered and the young man stumbled through the air, his power fluctuating wildly before he ultimately fell to a knee in the skies. ṛ₳Ɲȱ฿Ês̈

He coughed, blood coming from his mouth, or what looked like his mask.

The young man looked up, and for the first time, it looked like he was actually looking

at Ryu rather than through him. Maybe that was the most sign of respect that he cared to give.

"That's enough, Tamoran. Return."

An ancient voice echoed from the Heaven's Gate above.

The young man stood and his aura began to rise once more. Soon, it had stabilized into that unfathomable realm and his injuries began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By now, Ryu was already able to see through the young man's cultivation. The reason it was so unfathomable was because he had cultivation with Essence. But in practice, the young man was a Lord just the same.

However, with his full power... it felt like he could kill the Sovereigns that Ryu had met with a flick of his finger.

The young man gave Ryu another look before the golden road appeared beneath his feet again and he returned to the Heaven's Gate above.

Ryu stood there in silence, not bothering to attempt to stop him.

"You are a Chosen." The man spoke again. "In order to maintain the balance of the world, your kind cannot be allowed to roam freely in Greater Existence. I will give you 1000 years to ascend to the Heavenly Court. Should you fail to do so, you will be the enemy of the world and we will kill you with our full strength."

The ancient voice seemed as though it was about to disappear before it suddenly hummed, its aura locking onto Ailsa.

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