Chapter 1553 No One

Chapter 1553 No One

Ryu didn't seem to know fatigue. His body moved without pause, every strike adding to the layers of muscle memory that were practically ingrained within him.

From a perfect rush of Heavenly aura, it seemed to be slowly gaining an edge of chaotic patterns. His movements became more unpredictable, and even a hint more jerky. However, he didn't stop or pull back.

He dove headfirst into the feeling, his movements becoming faster, sharper.

Fists that painted the skies suddenly vanished at the last moment and became elbows that landed on the wind like claps of thunder. Knees flickered, seemingly phasing out of existence and becoming overhead, whipping kicks.

As the predictability became more wild and harder to track, the jerkiness was slowly weeded out, becoming just as fluid as it had started.

PA! PA! PA!

Cracks of dark gold began to appear in the air, almost like crackling embryos of lightning. The energy of the world flowed along with Ryu, gathering a strength that seemed to exist beyond him.

It was truly beautiful.

Ryu's progress oscillated, moving from complex to simple, and then from simple back to dense layers of complexity. Every time he added a new layer, he retreated to the safety of simplicity and then added yet another layer.

He was building a Martial Art all to himself, one that forged his body into a lethal, unprecedented weapon.

Ryu's thoughts drifted, his movements becoming such an embodiment of who he was he no longer needed to think about it. Instead, his mind was consumed with one thought. Continue reading on No_veLbIn

The Bow.

It was the one weapon he had yet to incorporate, and probably the true reason he was the most reluctant to take this path.

His grandfather's bow was still with him. He didn't know if he should take this step or not, but after over half a year, he had come to a decision.

His palms left a beautiful arc in the air. Streaks of bright silver and dark silver left a layer of what looked like magic circles in their wake.

Ryu took a breath, and these circles pulsed along with his Domain, filling his body with power.

PA!

He suddenly punched out, but the sound came much later than his strike stopped, echoing through the void and appearing several meters away.

He punched out again, this one traveling even further. It was as though his fists extended far beyond his body, as though his range was unlimited.

His movements started off slow, but they quickly grew in power and frequency. A series of echoes came long after Ryu's strikes, but they seemed to lag behind his actual movements.

It wasn't just wind pressure; it was something far beyond that. Even if a child stood between Ryu and his target, their hair wouldn't even lift from their shoulders. It was truly as though Ryu was bypassing the laws that governed the world themselves to reach his target.

Due to having not fused Unbalanced Art and the Unbalanced Mantra together into one cohesive whole, the techniques had pretty much been phased out of Ryu's battle style. As they were, they just weren't useful enough to him.

Now, however, he didn't believe that they might stop him.

As for whoever that menacing bastard of the Unbalance Art Sect that had tried to mark him originally, they could go kick rocks.

Ryu was fairly certain that when he succeeded, he would be sensed. But he would like to see if this person dared to appear when the whole world most definitely wanted them dead.

Ryu sneered.

It wasn't that he was incapable of being thankful for a legacy that was left behind; it was just that people like the ones that ran the Unbalance Art Sect pissed him off.

First, they used the worst kind of inheritance method: testing their inheritors' luck. Then, as though that wasn't bad enough, back then they had tried to only allow Ryu to inherit a third of the inheritance, presumably to make him fight it out with the two who would gain the other thirds.

He was thoroughly disgusted by the people of the Unbalance Art Sect.

Not only had they pissed him off, but unlike the Nine Pillar Flame Sect, Ryu had no intention of sowing any Karma with the Unbalance Art Sect.

They could rot in the annals of history.

Usually, a person wouldn't dare to do this. Accepting an inheritance and then doing nothing to complete the cycle of Karma was incredibly dangerous. If not, why would Primus go out of his way to follow Ryu for ten years and even thoroughly offend the Martial Gods?

Ryu, though, didn't even waste a thought on it.

He did as he pleased, and no one, not even the Strings of Karma, might stop him.

As Ryu meditated on the technique, his Dao Heart shone like the only star in the sky.

At the same time, the Prayer Mat, hidden deep within Ryu's Inner World, glowed as well, pooling together Focus Qi and pouring it into Ryu.

Unfortunately, the Prayer Mat was not as useful to Ryu now as it had been in Sacrum. Back then, Ryu couldn't run out of Focus Qi even if he tried.

However, that didn't mean that it was useless. So long as he was burning through a large amount of Focus Qi in short bursts, it might maintain up. How else could Ryu focus on refining his own Martial Art for nine months straight?

Now, it was acting on his behalf again. Ryu would make certain that this seclusion counted.

Suddenly, his aura began to shift. Irregularly shaped Runes began to dance around him.

From time to time, his strength would inexplicably explode before just as quickly weakening again.

At that moment, a familiar Visualization began to appear around Ryu, forming all sorts of formations, shifting and changing between them, dancing and flowing through the air.

The Unbalance Mantra.

Unbalance Art.

Together, they were the [Unbalance Art Mantra].