Mane ducked with hair's breadth precision as a flame coated fist whizzed past his beautiful golden hair.
*BOOM*
The large rock behind Mane wasn't so lucky though. Unlike the nimble Mane, it was a stationary target, and was blasted into pieces upon receiving the full brunt of the attack.
Mane leaned into his opponent who was now wide open after executing his attack. He expertly executed an elbow uppercut to the unfortunate fellow.
*Bam*
The figure launched into the sky looked very much like a Zandorian, though if one looked closely, they would realize he was anything but. For starters, he had horns extending from both temples, each about just two inches in length. Normally, they would be covered by his hair, not today though. There was also a small orb, which shown with a white hue, placed right in the middle of his brows. That orb was enough to make out the identity of Mane's opponent- he was a Celestial. This was a noble race respected in all the high realms. The low realms would have had such reverence for them if they knew about them. Unfortunately for this Celestial, he was having his ass handed to him at the moment.
The poor dude was launched spectacularly into the air, almost four meters away from the ground. Unfortunately, the figure's dismal fate had only just began, as Mane leaped into the air with him. He grabbed his ankles and swung him powerfully into the ground.
*Boom*
The sorry figure coughed up a copious amount of blood as he set his terrified gaze on the small figure that was descending at breathtaking speed, almost as though gravity was his ally. Normally, anyone seeing the little boy would consider him harmless. This was mainly attributed to his golden hair and blue eyes, which combined granted him curiously good looks. Not him though. There was no way the boy who just killed off his entire unit of fourteen would look cute to him. In his eyes, this boy was a beast, a wolf in sheep's clothing- no, in a human's clothing.
*poof*
He coughed up some more blood in small coughs. The arrogance of a noble race wasn't present on this Celestial's face- no, only fear. He watched helplessly as the small fist found its way onto the orb on his forehead. This was a move that made him understand that this wasn't the kid's first time killing a member of his race. You see, Celestials were special. Not only could they enhance their strength by consuming the strength of others, they were also almost impossible to kill. They had combat strength exceeding that of the regular races and were capable of regenerating any body part- even their hearts and brains- as long as the pearls in between their brows were left intact. The speed of regeneration was dependent on their levels of cultivation. This may sound simple. The pearl was right there after all.
It's a pity that life is never that kind. The pearls were tiny, approximately 5mm in diameter. Any bright person would know the difficulty of smashing something so small. Plus, Celestials could retract these pearls as a last resort. However, the pearls could only be retracted for a full 5 seconds, and after that, this technique remained unavailable to them until a period of twelve hours had elapsed. One could only keep their pearls fully retracted, after a breakthrough into the Heavenly Realm.
Normally this information was not privy to just anyone. Celestials were a strong and overprotective race, only few would dare to offend them. Secondly, few were able to successfully kill one. This was because even after their heads had been ripped off, and the opponent was convinced they were dead, they were able to regenerate. So most left the scene thinking it was over, only to be pursued by the Celestial race for an attack on their own. The most common outcome was death.
Not this time though. Mane's fist firmly implanted itself onto the center of the Celestial's eyebrows, his small fist a good companion for the similarly tinny pearl. The Celestial's head was crushed, utterly destroyed. Mane grasped the pearl in his palms, clenching it within his fingers.
*crack*
"For such a small object it sure is difficult to destroy. Takes a lot of energy to reduce it to dust."
Mane commented as he threw the crushed pearl nonchalantly onto the ground. He looked around him. The battlefield he had chosen was littered with corpses- fourteen in all. He had killed three swiftly-the caption included- in an ambush, before the others had time to prepare.
Mane strolled across the battlefield, confirming the deaths of his victims as he thought to himself that the fight was easier than he had anticipated. He found two Celestials who still had their pearls intact. He mumbled silently that it was an oversight, as he proceeded to truly, end their lives.
"You did good kid. Fourteen Celestials. All with higher cultivations. Their captain alone was three stages above you. Even for the most talented in the Universe, killing a Celestial a level lower than them is an amazing achievement. My greatest was killing one two levels higher than I was. And damn it was a bitter fight. But you, *sigh*. You're a legend kid."
The 6th spoke with a bit of resignation. Most of his masters knew how difficult it was to kill a Celestial. They had all done it at some point, but just like the 6th, killing fourteen who were above them in strength was impossible- well, except for a select few. Even dealing with two was a challenge. Yet this kid dealt with fourteen, the least being two stages beyond him and the greatest, being three stages better.
"I have come a long way indeed."
Mane thought back to the first time he had faced a Celestial. He had no prior knowledge about them, every book he had read stated their power and skills and yet there was no information about their extreme vitality. It took him hours to realize that he had to destroy the pearl. He had done everything, including decapitations, and yet the damned 'things' still lived. He had also improved massively. From facing three with the same level of strength as him and struggling, to dealing with fourteen stronger than him.
Mane gently massaged his wrist as he carefully and gently retrieved the two weapons encased in the gorgeous sheaths that lay on his back. One of the two, a sword, was made entirely of black metal, even its handle. It was over a meter in length and it glowed brightly under the sun, a curious contradiction of colors. The other was a knife. It was shorter, under a meter long and was golden, just like Mane's hair.
In Mane's mind space the excitement of the 7th and the 8th could be felt as Mane called upon the artifacts. The Wandering Sword God and the Bloodied Blade Lord watched in eager anticipation, as Mane announced his intentions in the simulation chamber.
"Well, it's time to go all out. And this time, I want to face a platoon. Well, 50 Celestials should make for a nice workout before dinner. Alright then, let's riot."