Reaper of the Martial World

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dyon put his hands up as though surrendering, but that unfortunately didn't stop the closed fan from smashing into the center of his ċhėst.

Dyon felt that the air was completely knocked out of him, his bones flexing inward before rebounding out. Though he hadn't broken anything, it was most definitely not a comfortable feeling to say the least.

The good news was that Dyon's defensive prowess was even better than he himself had calculated. To not even fracture a bone under that kind of attack was more than just a little impressive. It showed that the automatic dispersal of attacks throughout his body was working perfectly.

The bad news was that this woman was a headache. The Dragon King had warned him that he should avoid both Amethyst and Kukan because they would most definitely react in this way, but Dyon had just ȧssumed he was exaggerating.

Both women should have known that by leaving their Faith Seeds behind to be inherited, this would likely happen at some point. How was it his fault they didn't make plans for this possibility?.

The only reason he had come here in the first place was because he felt that Amethyst might be in trouble. The moment he saw Crystella's fan, he recognized that its build was nearly identical to Madeleine's. Fans were an incredibly niche and rare weapon to begin with, there was no universal build standard for them like there might be for other weapons. So, seeing two nearly identical products flipped Dyon's antennas up.

As for why he thought Amethyst might be in trouble, it was simple really. What was she doing with the Dark Flame world? Why hadn't she gone to the Phoenix Hegemon?

Granted, her relationship with the Fire and Ice Phoenix Clans wasn't exactly the greatest due to what they had done to her parents, but those were matters of the mortal plane.

It was also possible that the Phoenix Hegemon found her existence to be a taboo. But in that case, it was still equally true that she would be in trouble. Having to hide from a Hegemon like the Dragon King had to wasn't exactly an easy task.

Simply put, he had come here to extend a helping hand in thanks for the karmic ties Amethyst had with his wife, but he received an attack she probably wanted to be a killing blow in return.

'… Women…' Dyon all but rolled his eyes as he soared backward, crashing into an opposing wall and blowing by it.

Shock was the only thing that stopped Amethyst from landing a follow up blow. She was keenly aware that her attack had caused next to no damage, a fact that left her stunned.

She hadn't held back even in the slightest. Of course, she hadn't used any techniques or her flames, so it ultimately tallied up to about 20% of her strength, but the fact of the matter was that that was the strongest attack she could muster without them.

On top of this, the reason she hadn't bothered to bring out her flames or any techniques was because she was cognizant of the fact that Dyon was a mortal. The amount of strength she had put into attacking him was already overkill in her mind. How the hell had he survived without any damage?

Dyon coughed, standing up from the rubble.

A sigh escaped his lips as he wiped the dust from his body, ignoring the shocked stares of the maidservants around him. It seemed that Amethyst had completely knocked him out from her courtyard. There were probably many others rushing here due to all the commotion.

Dyon rubbed his ċhėst. '… Fuck that hurt…'

He turned a glare toward Amethyst. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to kill your Inheritor's husband?"

The maidservants turned pale at Dyon's words. Let alone speaking to Amethyst in such a way, even entering the ten meter radius of this courtyard's door was a massive taboo. Yet, this young man had not only barged in, but now he was actually saying such words?

Amethyst, who could be seen through the massive gap in the walls she herself created, frowned.

She had honestly never expected to caused such a commotion because she had expected Dyon to be vaporized beneath her strike. If he was nothing but ash and blood, how could he possibly create such a hole? At worst she'd have to do some light dusting.

But now this matter was only getting bigger.

As though on cue, Crystella, her parents and her grandfather rounded a corner to see the see before them.

On one side there was the frowning Amethyst, still holding her fan tightly in her hand. On the other was Dyon, who had a striking hole in his once pristine white shirt. And, in between them, there were several collapsed walls that would make the financiers of the Nightwell Clan cry themselves to sleep.

The eyes of Crystella's three elders narrowed toward the hole in Dyon's shirt. They could plainly see that he wasn't even the slightest bit hurt. But judging by the energy fluctuation from earlier, she shouldn't have been holding back.

"Forget it." Dyon shook his head. "I came here to help you, but clearly it's a waste of my time. I have better things to do than to stay here."

Dyon put his hands into his pockets and turned to leave. He didn't have the patience for this.

Hearing these words, Crystella panicked. She wanted to call out, but she didn't know what to say.

"Hold on a moment, young man." The wizened voice of Grandfather Nightwell called out.