The current battle seemed to be leaning towards the interdimensional creatures. It was no longer the minor disturbance initially detected; its escalation was uncertain. However, the Ancient One was not worried. The strength of the Sorcerer Supreme was not just talk. Even if Dormammu came, the Ancient One could send him back where he came from! (Dormammu: Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have the Time Stone! Ancient One: Sorry, with the Time Stone, I really can do whatever I want.) The Ancient One’s only concern was Lan Xingyu.
His first participation in battle being a high-level one might be good or bad…
Our protagonist, Lan Xingyu, slowly walked toward the battlefield, his head slightly lowered, those galaxy-like eyes hidden under his dark, cosmos-black hair. As he passed the sorcerers’ defensive line, he didn’t touch any of them. Many sorcerers only noticed him when he was already ahead of them.
But they also saw a strange sight: as Lan Xingyu walked, no creature could touch him. He didn’t use his elemental form; he just slightly swayed to dodge all attacks. He kept walking until he reached the center between the sorcerers and the spatial rift.
At that moment, Lan Xingyu suddenly raised his head, and a wave of energy spread from him as the center. The wave expanded to cover the entire battlefield, dissipating at the sorcerers’ defensive line. What the sorcerers and the Ancient One saw next was astonishing. All the creatures before them seemed to freeze in time, and the next moment, their eyes rolled back, and they all collapsed simultaneously.
Indeed, Lan Xingyu had used the abilities he planned to practice extensively in the future: the three types of Haki, particularly the Conqueror’s Haki, to stun all the creatures.
Let’s rewind to two minutes earlier. When Lan Xingyu felt he had adapted, three types of energy suddenly awakened and strengthened within him.
Lan Xingyu immediately closed his eyes to sense it. To his shock, he found his Haki growing at an alarming rate. As the Haki reached its peak, a sense of enlightenment dawned upon him, making him ecstatic. He realized he could now perfectly control all three types of Haki.
Wow, the old deity really delivered! My Haki proficiency is probably comparable to Luffy’s after his two years of training. Now that I have Conqueror’s Haki, it would be a waste not to show off a bit. That’s how the earlier scene unfolded.
The battlefield soon became noisy again as more creatures poured through the rift. Lan Xingyu looked at the approaching creatures and smiled—a charming, captivating smile.
Lan Xingyu transformed into light and soared into the sky. “Yasakani no Magatama!” Countless dazzling light bullets rained down from his transformed state, sweeping the battlefield. Lan Xingyu hadn’t forgotten that those stunned by his Conqueror’s Haki were only unconscious, not dead. Now, the barrage of light bullets would clean up the field. After the light bombardment, Lan Xingyu reappeared on the ground.
But he still felt it wasn’t enough. Perhaps it was the unsatisfied urge to kill, or something psychological that remained unresolved. So he descended to the ground. Close combat is still the best, Lan Xingyu thought. He only wanted to move intensely, sweat, and release his pent-up frustrations.
Lan Xingyu clasped his hands together (a move that resembled “Wood Release: Advent of a World of Flowering Trees”), then separated them to reveal a light sword in his hand. Seeing the light sword, scenes of swordsmen and sword immortals flashed through his mind, making his blood boil. Wielding a sword and wandering the world was his childhood dream.
“I won’t call you Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi. I’ll call you Xuanyuan!” Lan Xingyu declared, naming his light sword.
Then, Lan Xingyu charged into the creatures, his sword cutting through them effortlessly. A golden light streaked through the creatures; none could advance more than twenty meters from the rift.
Lan Xingyu felt his blood boiling, exhilarated, yet a barrier still seemed to block him. But he didn’t think much, just kept slashing. Suddenly, a poem flashed through his mind, and he recited it while swinging his sword:
A gleam of cold light shines from a million blades!
Slaughtering all under heaven, what does it matter!
Buried deep, never losing its sharpness!
Gathering the wind and clouds, it is the emperor!
Splendid through the ages, a single sword’s edge,
Dominating the wind and clouds, going east and west.
The sun and moon for its body, thunder as its general,
Splitting mountains and cutting peaks, the sky blood-red.
One blade across the sky, ten thousand autumns,
This path leads to the Yellow Springs and the Nine Hells.
Cutting off the worldly affections,
Where the blade reaches, all ends.
(This poem is from “Transcending the Nine Heavens” by Fengling Tianxia, my introduction to novels. Highly recommended!)
Lan Xingyu, now in full momentum, even the mindless charging creatures were forced to retreat by his aura.
“Damn it! Who are you to kill so many of my subordinates? You must die!” A voice like it came from the nine hells roared. A giant figure seemed to tear through the spatial rift. The Ancient One was ready to step in.
Lan Xingyu smiled, standing atop the pile of creatures. He suddenly remembered Saber from “Fate/stay night.” “Oh, you want to kill me? Just you? Let me show you the power of Artoria Xingyu.”
Lan Xingyu gripped his sword with both hands, his already peak aura rising even higher. A sound like a “snap” echoed from within him, as if a barrier had been shattered by his aura. Lan Xingyu was surprised to find his strength, body, and spirit had all undergone significant improvement!
This surge of power shocked the Ancient One. She murmured, “Xingyu has reached the Heavenly Father level! A six-year-old Heavenly Father level! My god!”
The Ancient One wasn’t the only one shocked. Far away in Asgard, the All-Father Odin suddenly opened his eyes, filled with astonishment. “How is this possible? How could Midgard produce a Heavenly Father level powerhouse? I hope he’s on our side. It’s time to have a talk with my old friend, the Ancient One.”
Thinking about another Heavenly Father level being on Earth, and then looking at his sons—one always fighting, the other scheming—Odin felt exhausted. And his eldest daughter, who hated him to the core… Better take a nap; otherwise, I’ll lose more hair…
But the most surprised was the demon facing Lan Xingyu. Fear replaced astonishment. Heavenly Father level, how is this possible? He’s just a kid, how can he be at the Heavenly Father level…
No matter what others thought, Lan Xingyu felt extremely refreshed. The energy surging through him seemed endless.
Lan Xingyu smiled at the demon. “Do you know the King?”
“Huh? What? Wait, you… don’t come any closer!” The demon was truly terrified in the face of Lan Xingyu’s gathered power. Why did I come to Earth? Staying home would have been so much better…
Lan Xingyu didn’t care what the demon said.
“Then let me show you what victory’s radiance is. Excalibur!”
A massive, dazzling golden light filled the space, carrying endless destructive power toward the spatial rift. The demon inside, trying to escape, was obliterated by the light. Without the demon’s energy to maintain it, the spatial rift began to close rapidly. All the sorcerers were stunned. They had just witnessed a child slay a demon with one strike! The world must be going crazy. Some even slapped their neighbors’ faces to confirm it.
The neighbor: “What the hell! Do you think it hurts?” With a temper like that, he retaliated with a punch. “How about that? Does it hurt?”
Despite the commotion, everyone else watched the distant boy. After the battle, his clothes remained untainted by blood, his body emanating a comforting and warm glow. They knew they had witnessed the beginning of a legend…
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