Damned Healer

Chapter 771 771: Quality Training

In this round of the Celestial Tournament, out of the hundred fights happening, the one between Darian and Muzaw was definitely the most eye-catching. Practically everyone turned toward that martial stage.After Darian had defeated his opponents instantly, people clearly understood that he had the potential to reach the top 100. However, when the two entered and stood face to face, Muzaw still looked at him with disdain.

That demon was considered the greatest genius outside the largest demonic sect in the universe. Even the Leader of the Underworld Shadow Sect, the number 6 organization in the universe, had said before the tournament that Muzaw was a rare talent he wished had been born in his sect.

Even so, the news about Darian and that event in the Healers of Heaven Sect was just too shocking. He had survived a Celestial Annihilation and even seemed to have the power to fight opponents several realms above him? It sounded more like a fantasy story than reality.

As exaggerated as it seemed, the top 10 organizations had disciples who often looked like anomalies. The Dire Feys of the Yinblood Sect, for example, almost always had to survive a Celestial Annihilation. So Darian had no chance of defeating them.

The now 85 disciples allied with Darian watched that demon coldly. He, along with other organizations, had been ordered by a top 10 organization to try to destroy them. And this one, called Muzaw, was the most outstanding and powerful among them.

Inside the martial stage.

Before the match began, Muzaw took a deep breath and squeezed a small object in his hand. In a second, an energy coming from it covered his body, forming an ethereal film that wrapped around him.

At that moment, Darian chuckled lightly. "Oh? An Artifact that can defend against soul attacks? How impressive, huh?"

"Humph, do you think you're amazing just because you're an alchemist? Hahaha, I'm a specialist in combat inscriptions. That artifact is just a bonus; I'd beat you even without it, but I don't want to waste too much energy for nothing."

He spoke with a lot of confidence. Above his head, that artifact floated and began spinning while shining.

A high-level Alchemist and an Inscription Master focused on combat were basically the same thing; both needed power and precise control of soul force. That demon was a true talent in this and had trained his soul power since childhood.

An old man in the stands spoke excitedly. "I'm really looking forward to this. This young man can neutralize Darian's greatest power. Soul attacks shouldn't work against him. Are his Golden Crow flames strong enough to save him?"

"Hehe, it's time for this Darian to taste defeat. I can't wait!" Several Demons were excited watching Muzaw about to fight; they were certain nothing could defeat that young man.

At that moment, the green signal appeared on that martial stage.

Muzaw moved quickly, then pulled two weapons from his spatial ring. He held a long sword in his right hand and a very short sword in his left.

"Dual blade user?"

The audience's eyes lit up. That fighting style was absurdly rare and difficult; only geniuses among geniuses could master two weapons at once. The most common way was using two short and light weapons like daggers, but even then, each weapon had a different core and flow of power that, once connected to the user, could easily go out of control.

"Both blades match and complement each other in him! Incredible!"

A demon shouted, and everyone saw Muzaw's aura ignite and shift, becoming completely stable. An amber color shimmered around the long and short swords, while a sharp power reflected at their tips.

Muzaw took a bold step forward and then slashed with both blades, producing a piercing sound that tore through space.

Seeing the blades moving toward him, Darian remained still. But...

...his eyes suddenly shone with a violet light.

Suddenly, everyone on the planet widened their eyes.

That wasn't soul power. Now it was mind power!

"!"

Muzaw felt as if his body had been struck by a powerful force. The power swirling around his blades dissipated into nothing. His mind destabilized, affecting his energies.

Mind power and soul power, depending on how they were used, could have the same effect at their most basic levels. They affected the enemy like a poison, making them unable to use their power.

When mind power was used at a high level, it could dominate any much stronger enemy, affecting their memories, perception, and everything else. Soul power, on the other hand, at a high level, became a true offensive energy, like an element. In the end, these two things only seemed similar at the basic level; at the advanced level, they were completely different.

Muzaw turned pale as he stepped back; his expression was full of shocked anger. Mind power was like a sharp spear that had pierced straight into him. At that moment, he saw countless illusions and almost got lost in that imaginary vortex.

He still had some rationality left, but he would no longer be able to control his energy. Any ability he tried to use now would have an absolute chance of making him explode.

But... did he have another choice? Would he accept defeat and surrender?

He gritted his teeth and unleashed his power to the maximum. The two blades in his hands began to shine with a chaotic aura. He chose to take the risk, confident that he wouldn't die.

People in the stands stood up in shock. That battle quickly turned into a suicidal clash.

"Dual Blade Vortex!"

Muzaw shouted. His power created a current of air that began spinning around the blades. An amber vortex emerged between the two swords, spinning wildly as it kept growing bigger and bigger.

However, just as Muzaw was about to unleash his strike with the dual blade vortex, he was completely stunned to see the audience around him dissolve into nothing.

The skies evaporated, and the ground disappeared; suddenly, he found himself alone in an infinite Void. In the sky, two enormous violet vortices spun around him. Just looking at those vortices gave Muzaw a deep sense of desolation.

At that moment, a flash of terror and anguish appeared in Muzaw's mind.

*Clang! Clang!*

Back in reality, the sound of metal hitting the stone floor echoed clearly. Both of Muzaw's blades fell from his hands. His eyes widened, his pupils turned dull, his face went pale, and foam began forming at his mouth.

In that duel, he had been completely defeated.

Or had he?

Just as his consciousness was about to collapse...

...a hand grabbed his neck, and a subtle white power invaded him, pulling him back to reality.

Darian smiled maliciously.

In this tournament, defeating these idiots was very simple and fast with his power. But Darian chose to use these people for something useful. He was testing using his Celestial Bloodline together with his Soul power, Mind power, and Vital Energy.

He wanted to defeat these geniuses of the universe using only that, so he could increase his mastery over those things. The reason for this was that he needed those four things together to use the Ninth Zenith again. After all, he no longer had Niara to provide those four things for him.

If he reached a sufficient level of mastery over them, he felt he might be able to create a weaker version of the Zenith state.

At that moment, Darian's eyes shone with mind power and soul power pulsing in sync as he firmly gripped that demon's neck.

"AHH!!"

That demon's screams echoed like thunder. He could only scream in a horrifying way, as if his soul were being slowly torn apart; he didn't have the slightest ability to say he surrendered the fight.

Everyone in the audience watched that scene in silence.

That demon... whose strength had been recognized even by the number 6 organization in the universe, and who possibly had power comparable to the disciples of the top 10...

He had been defeated like a mere ant in just a few seconds. Now Darian was playing with him, not giving him any chance to fight back.

Remira, high above, watched everything with a faint, satisfied smile on her face. Darian's mother was a specialist in mind power, and also, his other mother, who was a Soul Eater, was a specialist in soul power. She recognized Darian's power as a type of technique those two women had taught him.

Darian calmly practiced his two energies, and that demon's screams didn't stop, growing hoarser and more terrifying.

After almost twenty minutes, a flash appeared in his eyes.

Darian managed to read and store all of that demon's memories. Later, he would study everything calmly. Darian no longer depended only on seeing the dark karma of people.

When that demon's screams finally stopped...

"That was quality training," Darian murmured and clenched his fists.

*Woooosh!*

An intense golden flame rose like a sacred pillar, swallowing that demon entirely.

Everyone watching swallowed nervously. That flame... was definitely of an extremely high level. He certainly had terrifying power from the Golden Crow Sect; he just hadn't needed to use it in battle yet.

It lasted only a few seconds. Then...

...only a pile of ashes remained in the center of the martial stage.

A yellow light appeared. Finally, Darian's victory was announced.