Bab 2: Betrayals and Executions

Kisarin looked down on Michael and the rest. His chi was so dense it almost looked like a waterfall was surrounding him. Michael decided he couldn't afford to have Dimarkin, Lazarin and Mezurin around if he fought Kisarin.

"First let me kill these two in front of me first. I have to be fast"

With his right hand, he charged up a martial god fist and swung it at Dimarkin. As he was nearing his back, time suddenly slowed down.

"YIN-YANG ARTS: YANG EYE"

His right iris turned yellow and his pupil which originally looked like a cross with pointed ends became much thicker and looked like '+' sign instead. Michael began weaving super fast hand signs with his left hand while he began fully charging his martial fist.

"LIMIT BREAKER: 10% RELEASE"

A water-vapour like film surrounded Michael as he let loose a boosted Martial God fist. The black tatoo lines had reached upto his elbow when he hit Dimarkin. His flesh broke open as a very loud sonic boom was heard. His spine as well as his dantian had cracked. Michael slowed down time as charged up another one and hit Dimarkin with it to the back, this time rupturing his heart into a miserable state as it burst out of his chest. Michael felt his right eye was about to burst so he closed it. He then charged towards Lazarin. As Lazarin prepared to block, Michael accelerated and he appeared behind him. He tripped him and began swinging a barrage of martial god fists on his back. Lazarin felt his spine break. Michael then dug his hand in and ripped it out. He then swung another martial god fist at his head, cracking the skull.

"If I charged it a bit more I would've shattered it. Their bodies are pathetically weak for a god. Father fed them too many elixirs."

He looked up and was shocked at the sight he saw. Kisarin had his hand inside Mezurin's chest and another at his throat. He was playing with his heart by grabbing it harder. A sadistic smile was coated on his face as Mezurin howled in pain. Michael simply looked up expressionless. No feeling came to him at all. Mezurin couldn't move his limbs at all.

"Argh aah AAAAAARGH AAA-"

Kisarin shattered his heart and ripped out his throat.

"He was so noisy."

He then proceed to slash his neck with a chi blade so many times that his head fell back and was hanging only by its skin. Kisarin then breathed in and blew out a strong wind which made the head fly off with some peeled off skin. It landed besides Michael's feet. Michael held out his hand and burned the head in a shower of blue fire. Kisarin scoffed.

"You've impressed me very much dear brother. I assumed you'd have given up on your revenge and remain weak. But as always, you nev-"

"Why did you allow me to kill Lazarin? There was enough time for you to stop me but you let me kill him. Why?"

Kisarin stopped for a bit. He then instantly appeared 5 metres from Michael.

"It's simple big brother. They were weak, pathetic and they disgusted me. A hundred years ago when we ambushed you, there were nine of us including father. I was confident we could take you down once you came out of your cultivation star but I never expected that the rest of them would be so shameless as to attack you while cultivating inside the star. As you know it's an unspoken rule amongst gods that you do not do that. I had wanted to see your full power in action as you fought so that I could learn from you but you were injured and none of them felt any shame or regret. As the other five fell, you ended up dying from being impaled by four wea-"

"SHUT UP!!!"

Michael shot forward with an anger-fueled burst. Kisarin dodged it with ease. Michael tried to spin around and kick but Kisarin caught his foot

Michael then spun again trying to kick, breaking his leg but he narrowly missed his face. Kisarin slammed him to the ground and as Michael bounced up, Kisarin put his foot on his stomach, effectively stomping him down. A crater was formed and Michael was coughing blood.

"Hehehe *cough* fool."

Michael opened his right eye and time slowed down. He swung his legs around Kisarin's waist and performed a takedown. He charged up a martial god fist but before he could let it loose, a vein in his eye burst and blood started coming out, ending his pupil technique right then and there. Time flow returned to normal and Kisarin immediately dodged it by a hair. A deep hole was formed that stretched for about half a kilometre. Kisarin kicked off of Michael and flipped back. Michael was on his knees as one hand covered his bloody eye. His left eye was still functioning. It could read the minute nerve signals that were being sent through Kisarin's body. Problem is his body couldn't keep up with his speed even after overstepping his limits by ten percent. Kisarin sighed.

"I can already see that you have exhausted yourse-"

"VOID ARTS: NEEDLE IMPALER"

A large void needle stabbed Kisarin's lung. As he knelt there clutching his chest, Michael was done forming a navy-maroon sphere as big as a soccer ball.

"VOID ARTS: NEEDLE BLITZ"

Hundreds of void needles shot out of the sphere with it shrinking bit by bit in the process. Kisarin couldn't move as he was impaled on all parts of his body. Needles which were the size of a finger even punctured his ligaments, resulting in excruciating pain. Even his eyes and skull had a few needles in them. He was a bloody mess. Michael looked at him with one eye closed. He weaved a sign with his hand.

"Explode"

A purple explosion was made as each needle exploded in a contained area. This means all the explosion force was contained within the tips that impaled Kisarin. Michael didn't waste time and weaved other hand signs.

"VOID ARTS: VOID PRISON"

A void was formed behind Kisarin as he collapsed to the ground.

"Banish and Contain."

The suction force of the void increased and Kisarin was being sucked in. His body disappeared and the void close. Michael collapsed to the ground. A figure came out of the ground. It was a beautiful woman with red hair.

"ARE YOU OKAY MICHAEL?!"

She held him up and the worry on her face was genuine. Michael laughed.

"Hehehe *Cough* who knew that Gaia herself would worry about a small figure like me."

"Shut up you idiot. You're hurt. Let me heal you a bit so you can rest for a couple of days."

Michael sighed as she began healing him.

"I'm afraid we don't have that luxury. Kisarin isn't like Mezurin and the rest. He'll break out in a few minutes at most.

Gaia was taken aback.

"W-WHAT?!?!?! BUT THAT BARRIER COULD HOLD BACK A GOD FOR ATLEAST A YEAR!!!"

Michael looked down and sighed.

"Kisarin is now comparable to an 11th Gate. Just that fact alone makes him far stronger than any tenth gate. Even though his chi signature is that of a tenth gate, the power he exerts very well mimicked an 11th Gate. This cuts down the time the void prison can hold him considerably."

Gaia was disheartened.

"Is there really nothing more I can do Michael?"

He looked at her with appreciative eyes

"What you're doing now is more than helpful. Strengthening the earth we're fighting on and erecting a barrier to block of the shockwaves from our fight is really helpful. If you weren't here, the a third of Asia would've already been a wasteland and there would be natural disasters caused from Kisarin's unstable transformation."

Gaia's eyes brightened up.

"UNSTABLE?!?!"

"Yes. His chi sometimes jerks out off his body, interrupting the flow and gradually destroying his chi veins. This transformation of his will cripple him since his body can't handle it."

Gaia held Michael's hands tightly.

"And even if he wanted to, he can't stop since you'd easily be able to kill him then right?"

Michael smiled.

"Exactly. He has to kill me as fast as he can and I have to hold him back and survive as long as I can."

Gaia lifted her hands. She was done healing him. Michael stood up and began weaving signs. Gaia stood there and watched him with a solemn look.

"His bones were broken multiple times from fighting with them. Breaking them and healing them again and again. It's like fighting a steel wall. That's what it's like for him. The bodies of gods are very strong and hard. Him being able to kill them despite being an 8th Gate is already a miracle in itself. If only he had six more years left, he could've broken through to the 9th or even the 10th Gate. Please make it Michael. Please live so that I can finally tell you how I feel about you. You were able to make me, who had lived for millions of years on this planet feel again."

A void crack started to form where Michael had sealed Kisarin. He was close to breaking free. Michael was almost done weaving the signs. He then bit both of his thumbs at the same time and splashed the blood across the ground.

"TWIN SUMMONING ARTS: COME TO ME RAIKIRI AND RAIKIRIN!!!"