Chapter 758 Reappearance Of The Supreme Meditation Art

Chapter 758 Reappearance Of The Supreme Meditation Art

When Andar began to kill 'Mira' he had anticipated a change but would have never imagined what came next, in hindsight, he blamed himself that he should have known what was coming.

From the ashes of Mira's body, a fair hand emerged, and before Andar's watchful eyes, a naked woman stood up from the ashes.

She had long blond hair and her eyes were red like burning coal, her features were beautiful, and a wicked grin decorated her lips. There were two small horns on her forehead and she slowly stretched her body as dull pops from her joints resounded.

The woman sighed, "Hah... this feels good,"

She looked down at the ashes she was standing in with a look of slight confusion and with a step, she seemed to glide to the side. Biting her red lips she looked at Andar and chuckled,

"That would have been impressive, the way you tried to kill me, if only you were not whimpering like a child, I would have enjoyed it more. Usually, my scent causes the opposite reaction in everyone else, but you are not just anyone else, isn't it... Andar." her voice was sultry and rich as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep.

The subtle sign of danger that Andar had been experiencing since Mira entered his room had multiplied by a factor of a thousand when he noticed that this lady was just a Rank 3 Mage, yet the level of danger he was sensing was a magnitude greater than what her ranking suggested.

"Where is she? What did you do with Mira?" he whispered. Andar had not yet recovered from slaughtering his lover, and at this time, his emotions were still burning hot, although he knew the Mira he killed was fake, it did not mean that the experience did not scar him.

She brought a finger to her lips and delicately bit on it, "Oh, when did you realize that your little girlfriend was no longer here? Hmm..." Updated from n0velb(i)n.c(o)/m

Andar stalled his disgust and spat out, "You are not as smart as you think, your acting was filled with plot holes a mile wide."

Every action that Andar had made, including beating Mira to death with his own hands, was just to buy for himself these few seconds.

The training from the Steward of the Black Tower resounded in his head: Gain the advantage using whatever methods that you can, and attack first, don't stop attacking until there is nothing left standing!

Andar accelerated towards her, hundreds of tiny vortices of air pushed him from behind and he appeared beside her as if he had teleported.

His anger and backward retreat were nothing but a ruse, as he had been charging up hundreds of elemental energies since he was unable to use spells and weave them in a fashion that could cause damage, he had to focus on manipulating the pure energy of creation and mentally destabilize them all.

Usually, a Spell was like a firearm, and the energy of creation was the bullet, whether it came in the form of lightning, fire, poison, or whatever energy you were manipulating.

Andar could typically create the framework of the gun by himself without resolving to a particular model. A typical Mage would often practice a single spell until they gained mastery over it, so it was as if they understood everything about a single model of a firearm, but with Andar's unique knowledge he had access to thousands of different types of firearm models and he could interchange them any time he needed, even create a new type of 'firearm' by adding pieces of different types to it.

The problem here was that he could no longer access any of these methods because Spells no longer worked, and so he had to be creating 'bullets' and propelling them with nothing else but pure Aether.

He had never truly fought anyone before, but that did not mean he had never practiced. All his teachers gave him different nuggets of wisdom and he had absorbed them all.

When this girl appeared before him, he finally understood the last of the puzzle because the energy he was sensing from her body came from the Supreme Meditation Art that had been denied him by a member of the Supreme World of Magus.

Frost Mourn. Rowan had called this Meditation Art— The Lament of Celestials.