...In true battles, momentum was a key aspect of the battle, especially in battles involving more than two opponents. In Will's case, it was not just a matter of morale, the large wolf he had massacred had given him, for lack of a better word, a sh!tload of experience. This was without a doubt the greatest amount of yuan Will had ever received. As yuan madly gushed into Will's body, the headless corpse collapsed into the ground, the shockwave caused by this immediately cleared up the mist in the surrounding area. It was so much yuan, that Will immediately reached level 25. He could feel that his mind now had doubled in terms of parts. His mind had once more been powered up. Since part of the mist had cleared up, Will could now see the head of his victim [Storm Wolf General: An extremely powerful variant of storm wolves. It has the intelligence of a human child and has the ability to use it. It is not only intelligent but is also powerful; almost no creature at its level can de
...Fear of the unknown was something all sentient creatures had; it was the driving force for many fears, including fear of death. We fear death because we have never experienced it, one could even go as far as to say that no logic can get this fear out of you. We want to survive because we don't know what happens if we die. Do we disappear into nothingness? Or is there life after death? No matter what you believe, the driving force behind the fear of death is the fear of the unknown. It's not necessarily a bad thing either, this fear also drives curiosity, it drives us to understand, and it drives us to learn; which in turn drives us to become smarter. The wolves had the intelligence of a human, thus they should have the emotions of one too. Emotional intelligence is also part of human nature. Will was counting on the emotional intelligence these creatures had. They had just seen three of their comrades die, in a matter of seconds, and they had no idea how. They could clearly se
What the heck?? This is actually an earth-shattering battle!Will was baffled by what was happening. The ground near him and everywhere around him had been completely upheaved, the reason? The wolves were raining down a storm of what Will called wind bombs.These were sphere like objects, made up of wind that detonated on impact. The two remaining generals were the attackers. The king did nothing. He just remained still, observing Will the entire time. This made Will very uncomfortable like he was under the scrutiny of a microscope.This long distance attack was quite effective. At least it allowed the wolves to see what Will could do. The bombs had a large concussive blast radius of about five meters, and they moved quickly as well. Although their trajectories were much easier to predict than the wind blades, they did far more damage.Due to the massive blast radius, Will had to change the direction the moment a wind bomb was released because h
A grain of rice can tip the scales...Such was the perfect way to describe how delicate the struggle betweenWill and the king was.The king was all-powerful and dominant, baptized by constant battle and even Mother Nature herself.Will was a human who had a sharp mind and a plethora of skills that were extremely dangerous given that they were used in the right situation.The question in this situation was who would win? On which scale would the grain fall? Will did not want the answer to be within doubt. After gritting his teeth, he hurriedly mobilized all available parts in his brain in an attempt to come up with a solution. He was literally inside the jaws of death, and only a little bit of water was keeping him alive.What can I do? How do I get out of this?Will spread his awareness outside, in an attempt to understand his surroundings. The king had bitten onto the ball of water surrounding Will, and he was so desperate that
Swoosh!Breathe Will, breathe.Swoosh!Damn it! Wrong again! Breathe Will, breath.Swoosh!Sigh... Wrong again. That wasn't even close!White was all Will could see, white was what was affecting Will, and white was all Will could think of. The snow falling around him made all of the vegetation fade away into whiteness, blanketed by a myriad of unending snowflakes.Will was used to seeing snow; it should not have been much of a bother to him under normal conditions. But, unfortunately, he was not under normal conditions. All he had were his thin robes. He didn't even have shoes to cover his feet.Comfort makes one lose focus, besides, I need to connect with my surroundings. Okay Will, again, breathe.After breathing in slowly, Will grasped the rusty katana in his hands and swung forward.Swoosh!The sheer speed of the strike caused the very air around the young man to tremble. Any normal master of swordsmans
GulpWill couldn't help but swallow some saliva when he saw what the quest was. He had long been aware that the system would give out 'Quests' on special occasions from time to time, but he would never have thought that the first quest he got would be so difficult.True Strike!Boom!That phrase was deeply embedded in Will's mind, for it was a technique from the Solitary Sword Sovereign cultivation manual. However, it was at a stage that was so profound Will could only understand the technique's name. He barely understood anything else.The manual had given Will a plethora of information, and Will could barely make sense of it. It wasn't just difficult to understand, it also felt as if it wasn't in order. Techniques that were more powerful than the true strike itself were much easier to understand, yet simpler techniques like the true strike were sometimes more difficult to understand.This information was given to Will in the form of
Will could sense it, but he also could not touch it. He could feel it but he also felt as if it wasn't there. It was both tangible and intangible at the same time. Such was the existence called the Soul.Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. All Will did was meditate constantly. The originally boring and mundane activity had turned into a realm of new discoveries for Will.Nearly every day he was discovering something new about his body. Something he didn't know about or didn't think was possible. It took time, but eventually, Will was finally able to accomplish one of his objectives. He was able to control some of his Soul Force!He felt like a child learning how to ride a bike, except he had never seen anyone ride. All he had ever done was hear that it was a mode of transport.Such was exactly the situation Will was facing.Since he had no teacher and barely any knowledge, all Will could do was fumble a
Sword Intent. Will wasn't quite sure what this was, or what it could do. All he knew was that this was necessary for a true strike to occur. According to the SSS manual, a true strike needed three things; technique, intent, and qi. Will was first polishing his technique because as far as he was concerned that was the easiest to do. However, it was also the most time-consuming.The only way to improve one's technique in Will's situation was to practice. So for who knows how long, Will had been doing ten thousand repetitions of the same sword strokes over and over again. Seasons came and went. As far as he could tell this was the third time it was snowing, so Will was guessing that he had spent three years practicing.It wasn't all boring. As soon as Will started to practice, Modus started sending Will some 'guests'."Roar!"A deafening roar echoed out across the snowy flatlands. It was so violent that the trees nearby Shook's and the snow that had collecte