Born With A Divine System

CHAPTER 27: LIMITS

A new scene unfolds before our eyes. Zephyr was once again within the endless expanse of the white void, resting on the floors of the training grounds. At its center stood the chamber of arts, as glorious as ever but that wasn't the most intriguing aspect. Around the young warrior stood several golden knights, thirty of them surrounding him from all sides, waiting for the command.

With a calm determination he stood up, got into a battle stance and said the word.

"Begin."

In an instant they propelled themselves forward with incredible speed, leaving massive craters in their wake.

Zephyr however was not deterred in the slightest.

*Inhale*

*Exhale*

He felt divine energy course through his veins, navigating itself through his dantians and settling themselves within his core. He steeled his nerves and called forth a familiar skill and shortly after his arms ignited with archaic symbols as his opponents neared.

"Consecutive Dragon Fist." He called out calmly.

Each golden knight possessed power equal to his own, making this one of the greatest tests of strength he'd face in recent times.

From all sides punches and kicks rain down upon him, each with the strength to obliterate worlds, but with expert mastery of the technique he counters every single one of them. Blow for blow, strike for strike; each of the knights were sent back by a force much greater theirs, but surprisingly there was barely any damage done to the realm, only slight cracks in the ground below.

[Your level of Qi control has greatly improved]

Paying no heed to the system I raised both arms towards the slightly shook warriors. I consciously directed divine Qi to my arms as two orbs of energy formed. I tried pumping some more energy and creating extra, but it was to no avail.

"Looks like this is the best I can manage for now." Slightly disappointed I dropped my arms, extinguishing the attack.

I turned my gaze, looking intently at them I spoke.

"Stop, holding back, in a true war, there is no such thing as honor, It doesn't matter if your enemy has a weapon or not, victory is all that matters."

With that said, mystical weapons manifested within their grasps, from swords and crossbows to halberds and gauntlets.

"Huh, now that's more like it."

I opened my inventory and brought out the newly upgraded Devourer blade, lunging towards them with unparalleled speed. My movements were seamless, flowing like a running stream my blade cut through them one after another.

The swordsmen cornered me, keeping me stagnant as the archers prepared to attack. With precise movement each one swung their blades towards vital points, however they were swiftly countered with my own sword strikes.

Then I fought using after images of myself, simultaneously being present in multiple individual battles. Minutes turned to hours, and hour turned to days as the battle raged on.

One by one they each succumb to fate and were sent back to the abyss of non-existence after crumbling before him. Eventually a full-on month had passed by, and Zephyr stood victorious on the battlefield. Surrounded by the white void once again, he bore many cuts and bruises on his body. Deep gashes from halberds bored into his flesh, as he bled heavily.

His eyes were heavy, and his body weakened from the long endeavor, he had faced much more than thirty opponents, everyday he'd be victorious, and everyday he'd increase the number of fighters until he faced a hundred units in total.