Chapter 115: Impossible

Chapter 115: Impossible

Neave stood at the center of the dome, admiring it. It hadn’t been a simple undertaking, yet, it had gone by much faster than any of them had expected.

Gabrias effectively scrapped Neave’s plan and redesigned it from the ground up, replacing the obsidian tiles with a solid metal dome. Rather simple, but after all the details were solidified, it made perfect sense why they should do it like this.

The critical issue with the obsidian was that it was brittle and fragile. By nature, it cracked when too much force was exerted on it. Metal usually didn’t crack but bent.

Naturally, the dome walls would eventually get battered, but so what? That wouldn’t hinder its function for a long time. The half sphere that made their dome was also plated in metal on the bottom, but the floor wasn’t metallic. It was simple dirt. Gravel and rocks were delivered and piled on without much regard.

It was a simple, elegant, and brilliant solution. It didn’t matter how messed up the floor got. It just didn’t. The soil was deep enough to create a protective layer over the metal foundation; if the coating were removed, it wouldn’t be a massive problem either. The soil would be thrown around and gradually shift in position, which was perfectly fine.

Yet, if anyone created an attack large enough to impact the metal beneath, it would also be no problem. The metal was so insanely tough that it would take many direct strikes to do considerable damage.

As for the dome, there was no protective layer, but one wasn’t really needed. The dome could be battered repeatedly without much issue, as the metal was quite thick, and a bit of beating wouldn’t compromise its function.

Simple, elegant, practical, and long-lasting. Exactly how every building should be.

Neave nodded satisfactorily and turned to the others with a massive grin, “I think this is good enough for now. We won’t use this bad boy yet, since we still have some work in the spirit realm. Now, gather around me, and let's hop back in.”

They walked over, placed their hands on him, and within moments, they were inside the spirit realm.

This time, Neave instructed them to form an orderly line as he lifted his hand. Shards of potential manifested in the air just above it, and he showed them to the others, “This is the formula for one of my most powerful movement techniques.”

It was the one-step, two-step, hop, land, teleport move!

Neave had never bothered to come up with names for his movement techniques, given how many he had and how bad he was with names. And he wasn’t about to start naming them now.

The others marveled at the formula, but soon enough, they frowned. Marven sighed profoundly and looked Neave in the eye, “Is this the teleportation movement technique?”

Nodding, Neave grinned, “What, do you have a problem with it?”

“Yes, I do. The formula is... Honestly, simpler than I thought it would be, but it's too precise. The exact movement and the qi control required is on par with the highest level techniques I’ve ever created or tried to learn.”

“Don’t worry about that. We have plenty of time. I’m sure you will get it eventually.”

To Neave’s surprise, Marven shook his head, “The issue isn’t with learning the technique. It’s with what comes next. How many such techniques do you know?”

“Hundreds, honestly, but I only use around thirty regularly.”

“That is the problem. This technique is too precise. There is virtually no flexibility. You need as many as thirty of such techniques because you can’t get by with just one or two. Am I right?”

That was correct. Neave needed many techniques, mainly because most could only be used in specific circumstances. Depending on how much time he had to execute one, how much space he had, and how far he needed to go in which direction, a different technique needed to be used.

It was one of the main reasons he used the techniques relatively sparingly in fights. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to use them constantly or didn’t have the qi for them. It was that most of the time, the requirements weren’t satisfied.

Knowing them was still a tremendous advantage, and it wasn’t like they lacked the time for it, so he was pretty confused about what Marven was trying to say, “What are you aiming at?”

“To properly benefit from such techniques, we would have to spend an incredible amount of time learning and practicing them. It isn’t that we don’t have the time, but...” He looked around, glancing at Hunter and Gabrias, frowning, and continuing, “No offense, but Harel and Dukean are many times more talented than you two. More than myself, frankly. If we were to learn these techniques for battle, it wouldn’t be quick, even for the best of us. Now, whoever ends up being the slowest, the others will likely have to wait a long time for them to catch up or, well... We would have to leave them behind.” The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.

Perhaps they should fight a bit further away from one another.

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Hunter dashed straight at Gabrias, and the larger man moved out of the way, using a movement technique to rapidly twist his torso out of the way. Rather than flying by, Hunter spun in the air and redirected his momentum into a massive kick that Gabrias had no recourse against besides a block.

The aftermath skewed the odds in Hunter’s favor, and soon, Gabrias found himself facing a punch, a kick to the side, and an axe kick to his head. Yet, he didn’t fall as quickly as he once would have. The massive man grabbed Hunter’s foot and swung Hunter’s body at the floor.

The younger cultivator canceled the force of the swing with a footing technique, one masterfully leveraged against Gabrias’ torso, and a final kick to the giant man’s face ended the fight.

A storm of steel flew around Harel and Dukean. He was near constantly at an advantage due to the superior speed of his weapon, but most of the hits he landed paled compared to even the slightest graze of her strikes.

As chains whipped through the air, the combatants waited for the other to slip up. Given how heavy the spiked ball was, Harel’s chain did much of the defensive work, and Dukean kept trying to slither through the defense.

The tiniest of slip-ups allowed Harel to repel his sword with her chain. He immediately used a movement technique to get out of the way, but it was hopeless. She flew forward, impaling her arm on the sword and gripping the chain as the ball flew at Dukean’s face.

He managed to dodge thrice, but the fourth strike caught him off guard, and his head was pulverized.

Harel pumped her fist. Toward the beginning of their fight, Dukean would win most of the time. However, as they became more comfortable with their weapon and movement techniques, Harel won more often.

As his head recovered, a determined grin spread on Dukean’s face.

Neither wanted to be outdone by the other.

Marven ate another sledgehammer strike to the shoulder, and yet another came seemingly out of nowhere, landing on the side of his head.

Facing an unarmed Neave had been terrifying, but facing a Neave with a weapon felt like trying to fist-fight a natural disaster.

Marven felt that a weapon shouldn’t have made that great of a difference, especially with the vast difference in power between them, but Neave’s use of his skills utterly defied common sense.

The word Marven wanted to use here was abuse. Neave abused his movement techniques. There was no such thing as abusing a skill in combat. That was just called proficiency, or in this case, mastery.

Yet, that word almost perfectly suited Neave's style.

It was effectively cheating. There was a movement technique that allowed one to turn their torso rapidly. The way Neave used this technique in combat was to use it, offload the momentum to his hammer, then cancel it and use it again.

It wasn’t how the technique was meant to be used, and it would usually be a ridiculous waste of qi. But Neave could do this as many as fifty times in a row! During the exact same swing!

This accelerated the hammer to mach-whatever-the-fuck, and the only real way to defend against it was to immediately react the exact moment he started using the technique.

The problem was that there seemed to be no real way to respond to this. Defend from one side, and the hammer miraculously appeared on the exact opposite side of his body. The way Neave used movement techniques felt like facing an illusionist, and at times, it made Marven doubt his sanity.

The sledgehammer had a few critical weaknesses, and, notably, Neave utterly nullified every single one of them, leaving only the ridiculous force it could produce, frequently combined with a true strike that shouldn’t be capable of doing that much damage.

After he recovered, he got up and faced Neave again.

Perhaps he should get around to mastering a few of Neave’s tricks for himself.