Chapter 414: Storming the Gates

Chapter 414: Storming the Gates

The bromobile shuttled through space, teleporting over and over as they neared their destination.

Jack had discarded his robes and reverted to wearing only pants, as he used to do in the Milky Way galaxy. Right now, he was lounging on the deck, his perfect muscles revealed by his lack of shirt. “Tell me more about this faction,” he said.

“They’re called Falling Star,” Salin explained. “They mostly use physical power or illusions to fight, and they’re also pieces of shit.”

“Aren’t they all?”

His gaze cut into the distance. Soon, the flickering stars gave way to a massive celestial body hanging in the void.

The Falling Star faction headquarters were built on a large meteor shooting through space. There was no tail behind it, making it seem still, while several smaller meteors circled it like satellites. Despite the lack of nearby stars, the meteor exuded faint luminescence through means unknown to Jack.Nnew n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

“Pretty,” Brock said. “Shame it’s occupied by enemies.”

“Won’t be for long.” Jack’s eyes were hard. “Salin, take us to land.”

“In the open?”

“In the open.”

It was impossible to arrive sneakily, anyway. The bromobile slowed down, approaching the meteor and flying in parallel to it. People walked all over it like ants—this place was at least the size of Earth’s moon.

One area had many starships resting on the ground, so Salin led them there. Conveniently, the teleporter was nearby—the Falling Star faction had arranged all newcomers close to each other. Before they even landed, a procession of a dozen E-Grade servants led by a hard-faced, peak D-Grade man walked over.

The starship’s door slid open and Jack walked out first.

“Welcome to Falling Star,” the hard-faced man said. “I believe your arrival was unannounced?”

“Correct,” Jack replied.

“That is not how we usually do things. Your names, please.”

Jack opened his mouth, then paused as Salin whispered something in his ear. Finally, he smiled. “My first name is Your,” he said.

“Your. Okay. And your last name?”

“Mother.”

The official frowned, then his aura began to leak out. “On the Falling Star, troublemakers are—”

Jack sent him flying before he could even finish his words. The people in the surrounding starships were dumbfounded. The E-Grade servants froze—they were so fragile that just the aftermath of any attack could easily kill them. Thankfully, Jack had been careful.

Waving a hand, he shrank the bromobile and stashed it into his space ring. “To the teleporter!” he said, taking to the air and followed by Brock, Gan Salin, and Nauja.

“Can you really do this?” Nauja asked, worriedly looking around.

Meanwhile, Salin was cackling madly. “Oh, I missed you so much!”

Alarms went off in every direction. Dozens of people took to the air, mostly D-Grades led by a few C-Grades. “Halt!” a middle C-Grade enforcer flew in their way. “Who are you? What do you want from my faction?”

“None of your business,” Brock replied.

“Hmph! Then die!”

The man pushed out a palm, galvanizing the surrounding Dao for miles. Starlight appeared in the void. The motes gathered together, forming a large palm that pressed down on the four of them, trying to restrict them. The surrounding people gasped—many fled at full speed. The power of a middle C-Grade was unfathomable!

Facing the man’s attack, Brock stepped forth. He did not panic, nor did he summon any great phenomena. Instead, he opened his mouth to say three words: “Not cool, bro.”

“Stop!” a loud cry echoed in the distance. A white-robed old man was rapidly flying over, his expression dripping blood. C-Grades were almost the highest echelon of a B-Grade faction, and raising each of them took a tremendous amount of resources. Losing a dozen in the blink of an eye was an extremely deep loss.

Seeing this man approach, Jack revealed an excited smirk. “So an Elder finally shows up... Great!”

“How long?” he asked Nauja.

“Almost ready!”

“Good.”

“Handle these guys, Brock,” Jack said. “I’ll get the Elder.”

“You got it, big bro.”

Jack escaped the encirclement, flying directly into the sky. As for Brock, he faced the remaining C-Grades by himself. He instantly fell into a disadvantageous position—they possessed multiple peak C-Grades, and while they couldn’t be compared to the elites of the Cathedral, they were still powerful. The battle devolved from an one-sided massacre into a brutal melee, but that was precisely Brock’s intention. He’d accumulated too many insights—he needed long battles to fully digest them!

As for Jack, he was shooting directly towards the B-Grade Elder. Seeing a mere C-Grade charge at him, the Elder grew enraged. “Insolence!” he shouted. The might of an inner world erupted. Infinite energy filled the sky, dying the entire void white as a falling star cut descended right onto Jack’s head.

Seeing that, he grinned. “A falling star is just a meteor!” he exclaimed, laughing. “Let’s see who can do it better!”

He pulled back his hand, diving straight into the torrent of white energy. He cut through it like an arrow. The power he could muster was far less than his opponent’s, but his body was incomparably sturdy, and the Dao he used was much deeper. After studying the inheritance of an Archon, how could a B-Grade who’d barely reached that rank compare with Jack?

The Elder’s only advantage was the large amount of energy he could wield. An inner world was huge—compared to the small amount of ambient Dao Jack could use, it was like comparing a firefly to a raging wildfire.

Jack still shot forth. Mid-flight, his body grew taller and sprouted two extra arms. His power peaked. A purple vortex appeared around his fist, drawing in the surrounding light and sound, space and time. Even some of the white energy released by the Elder was sucked into Jack’s punch, enhancing its power.

Feeling the weight in his fist, Jack couldn’t stop grinning. “Meteor Punch!” he shouted, releasing it all in a straight line. A second falling star appeared in the sky, shooting upward. Jack’s was far smaller.

“You want to meet my attack!?” the Elder shouted, his voice filled with angry disbelief. “You are courting death!”

The two meteors clashed. The sky was washed away. Spacetime ripped, and the shockwave was so intense that it razed the ground beneath their feet, carving a mile-deep crater into the Falling Star’s headquarters. The starship dock was entirely destroyed, and rocks of all sizes flew into the distance, covering the entire celestial object in a cloud of dust.

And this was just a little bit of the aftermath. Most of the attacks’ energies were used against each other.

In the frightening collision just then, Jack had been the one to lose, though barely. He flew several miles backward before he could steady himself. He was uninjured and grinning.

In truth, this Elder was the weakest of B-Grades. Jack could beat him. The only reason he’d lost just now was that he used Meteor Punch instead of Supernova, wanting to pit his own meteor against the old man’s to see if he could gain any insights.

However, after the attack, the Elder did not attack again. He was busy being shell-shocked. He had won the exchange, but only barely—and his opponent was a five-fruit C-Grade! The difference between them couldn’t even be described as a river against the ocean—it should have been absolutely impossible for their strengths to be anywhere near each other.

This was...unbelievable!

The Elder’s mind raged. Such a talent would not appear from nowhere. He couldn’t be unknown. His thoughts churned, going through every possible candidate, but he had to admit that even the most glorious young cultivators of his galaxy were far inferior to Jack.

Suddenly, a person from years ago came into his mind. He contrasted it with the face he saw and the fact that his opponent used the Dao of the Fist. A name appeared.

“You are...” he muttered shakily, raising a finger to point at Jack. “You’re Jack Rust!”

Jack grinned.

“Ready!” a voice rang in his mind before he could reply. “Come quick!”

Jack took another glance at the Elder. He wanted to stay here and fight, but that would be unwise. Already, he could feel multiple powerful auras rushing in from the distance, and he wouldn’t be able to take them all.

He tore through space without a word, appearing beside Brock. Grabbing the brorilla’s shoulder, he teleported again, arriving right next to Gan Salin and Nauja inside the teleporter. Purple light already swam around them, barely held back from activating.

“Go!” he shouted, and Nauja pressed a button. They were violently torn through reality, breaking into the space between space and rushing forth at mind-boggling speed. The Falling Star headquarters disappeared behind them, and they barely caught a glimpse of the B-Grade Elder demolishing the entire teleporter building in an attempt to stop them. But he was too late.

They were headed for the Milky Way.