Chapter 372: The Titan Laughs

Chapter 372: The Titan Laughs

Mabe Asphel charged Jack, determined to reclaim her honor. Her coppery skin was set on fire. Thin lines of blood emerged from her pores, wrapping around the claymore like silken death.

Her aura climbed to new heights, dying the world a crimson red. Every low-ranker watching felt their heart skip a beat.

Die! Mabe shouted, bringing her weapon down.

Jack simply stepped back. The claymore met the ground, creating a hundred-foot-long fissure, but the weapon itself was only part of her attackit was the energy shockwave that was the most dangerous. Currents of blood streamed out, crashing into Jack from almost point-blank. The crimson world collapsed on his chest. His robes fluttered wildly, and the spectators couldnt believe their eyeshad he really forgotten about the energy shockwaves?

Yet, these shockwaves only broke against Jacks chest. They were like fierce winds meeting a cliffsidecompletely harmless.

Jack met Mabes eyes. He grinned. Power pumped into his arms, ready to strike.

Mabe was no amateur. Though surprised, she continued her attack, swiftly transitioning into a pommel strike. When Jack stepped away again, she swung her sword back around and cleaved at his head. The remaining blood threads on the claymore combusted, filling the blade with power. A new curtain of blood rose to the heavens, collapsing on Jack.

Out of her three-strike combination, this was the true killer move.

Facing this collapsing sky of blood, Jack remained calm. He did not form a fistinstead, he raised his hand. His speed skyrocketed to the point where Mabe could barely register it. His palm touched the side of the sword and gently pushed it aside, forcing it to veer off and strike the ground to his right.

The claymore met the ground in an eruption of blood, but Jack weathered the shockwave like it was nothing. His robes flutteredhe was completely unharmed.

What!? the audience exclaimed.

The weakest people present had no idea what happened. However, the stronger ones did, and they were shell-shocked. It was impossible to use a hand to deflect a cultivators sword mid-swing. Your speed and dexterity would need to completely overwhelm your opponents. And even then, you would have to instantly overpower them.

It was just not possible without a massive difference in strength.

The Head Envoy grinned. Nice.

Out of everyone present, Mabe herself was the most shocked. She was no mortal, whose strength disappeared the moment they begun their swing. As her sword traveled, she remained in full control. In the instant when Jack pushed her sword away, she had tried to resist, but it was futileshe felt like a child trying to resist an adult. The difference between their strengths was nothing short of extreme.

How is this possible!? she screamed in her mind. Im a pure Physical cultivator! He Just how strong is his body!?

She knew he practiced some form of body tempering. Shed expected to be outdone when it came to physical strength. But in this situation, she had used her body and Dao to deliver a strike at her maximum powerand Jack had easily countered it through sheer physicality.

Whether it was speed or strength, she was outclassed.

Her sword remained stuck in the ground. There was no point pulling it out. Her eyes met Jacks, who shook his head. Sorry, he said calmly, but you are not my opponent.

His fist struck out. Mabe didnt even see it landing, but she felt her ribcage shatter, her entire body bending like a bow and flung backward at tremendous speed. She thought she was a goner.

Thankfully, a man appeared, catching her easily and neutralizing her momentum. He then let her drop like a sack of potatoes, not caring any longer. His hard silver eyes were glued to Jack, carrying great killing intent.

Whats the problem, Baron? Jack asked him directly. I told youall those Dao stones you spent were wasted. I am right here. If you have any other lackeys under the ranking of 150, bring them out, and let me see the glory of your connections.

Baron Longform did not respond. The audience was frozen silent. Suddenly, as one, they erupted, clamoring to the high heavens.

What power is that!? someone asked. Just his physical body is that powerful Is he a space monster!?

Space monsters were the species known for their limited understanding of the Dao and extreme physical strength. They could use their formidable bodies to match someone at the C- or even the B-Grade. In the spectators eyes, Jacks current feat was no less impressive.

If just his body was so terrifying, what if he used his Dao!?

Its not that simple, the Head Envoy muttered, his eyes half-closed as he inspected Jack. His body is superb, but his Dao is only that of a two-fruit C-Grade. It cannot increase his power by too much.

Still, achieving such a body is nothing short of incredible. If it was easy, everyone would do it, said the Space Eye Sovereign sitting next to himshe was the kindly old woman who served as the Cathedrals head diviner.

As for Jack Well, all he had to do was look at his status screen. How could he possibly lose?

Name: Jack Rust

Species: Human, Earth-387

Faction: Bare Fist Brotherhood (C)

Grade: C

Class: Gladiator Titan (King)

Level: 260

Strength: 3800 (+)

Dexterity: 3800 (+)

Constitution: 3800 (+)

Mental: 409

Will: 409

Free sub-points: 1

Dao Skills: Meteor Punch IV, Iron Fist Style III, Brutalizing Aura III, Neutron Star Body III, Space Mastery II, Titan Taunt I, Fist of Mortality I

Dao Roots: Indomitable Will, Life, Power, Weakness

Dao Fruits: Fist, Space

Titles: Planetary Frontrunner (10), Planetary Torchbearer (1), Ninth Ring Conqueror, Planetary Leader (1), Grade Defier

The System had been streamlined a bit after his last breakthrough, clearly displaying his Dao Roots and Fruits.

In the C-Grade, the System awarded levels based on a cultivator growing their fruits. In raising his first fruit to maturity, Jack had gone from Level 250 to 259. Then, developing the second fruit had pushed him to 260.

The first three fruits accounted for ten levels each, while the other six were twenty each. When a cultivator reached the peak of nine fruits, they would be at Level 399only one away from the B-Grade.

From rising ten levels in the C-Grade, Jack had gotten two hundred stat points, which he equally distributed between his Mental and Will attributes. Thanks to his Physical substats rising by body tempering, he was free to invest heavily in Mental and Will, shoring up his weaknesses. That was part of the reason why he so easily defeated the Mental and Will cultivators who fought him just now.

Of course, these two stats of his didnt even approach a real Mental or Will cultivators, but defending against them was much easier than attacking, and the three stats were balanced anyway. Since he possessed far higher Mental and Will stats than other Physical cultivators, it was natural that he had an advantage against Mental and Will cultivators.

As for his Physical statsbody tempering did not disappoint. Through his five months of grueling practice, he had raised his stats from 2800 to 3800. That was an entire thousand! It was the equivalent of fifty levels in the C-Grade, or around three fruits. Combined with his previous tempering, along with his great titles and the Neutron Star Body skill, his actual physical prowess approached that of a nine-fruit C-Gradehow could the seven-fruit Mabe Asphel possibly hope to match him?

The progress of body tempering was still slowing down, but that only meant most of the benefits were already reaped. Jack was at his peak.

A physical body that surpassed most eight-fruit Physical cultivators.

A Mental stat that gave him an advantage against Mental cultivators, alongside a physical body that resisted magical attacks and the Dao of Space which countered illusions.

A willpower that had endured six months of silent torture in the form of body tempering.

At this point, Jacks weaknesses were already eliminated. He only had strong points and even stronger points. This was the only reason why he dared challenge everyonejust who could counter him?

The crowd cheered. The bros roared. The opponents kept coming.