Requiem Of A Failed Hero



Uh uh, it was no news that Li Mingwu was too quick to think too highly of himself, just like he thought he wasn't attracted to the black hole because of his unique space manipulation, he was quick to think he had surpassed the limits of space just with this flimsy achievement.

Of course, from his perspective, this was huge. In his entire life, he had never accomplished something like this.

But he had never also met beings like Cor-Ellion, so there was no way he would ever know the true might of this familiar fabric of space.

He was far from measuring up to it, a talk about surpassing its limit was pure cockyness and nothing more. In the first place, was it not a common understanding that the space was boundless and limitless?

Mortals are the limited ones.

Li Mingwu was still far from reaching the peak of space manipulation. And the parlous thing was that right now, he thought he had just achieved the peak.

His face was adorned with a delighted smile.

'This is what a true foe will bring you.'

Blinded by the pride of a flimsy achievement, Li Mingwu felt satisfied. He felt very good in his body.

Bis delighted smile grew even more delighted, forming a confident grin on his face. A grin that said:

"I can defeat this and survive!"

Li Mingwu's third eye shot open, and immediately his body shot forward, attracting the fractured space and catching the subtle ripples and eddies that had somehow managed to form around the air as an aftermath of the attack. Of course, this was only visible to Li Mingwu's third eye.

Super alerted, Li Mingwu's eyes narrowed. He was not to be told that the next movement or gesture from the monk would signal another attack and was bound to be detrimental. The dude already looks that mad.

Despite being alerted, Li Mingwu flinched and backed away mid-air as the monk raised his hand to the sky.

Li Mingwu's eyes squinted the next second and he muttered:

"The same attack?"

He could see the brownish energy forming with intricate patterns woven into its fabric.

With a burst of spatial energy, Li Mingwu created a localized warp around his body using the distortions that were beginning to appear, creating a pocket where the energy would break into to go to 'God knows where' should it fall like last time.

The energy pierced the sky again but before it could reach the sky–it stopped midair, blocked by an invisible shield of the space distortions that Li Mingwu was now getting fond of.

The energy surged more, burning fiercely like a fat laser trying to pummel through the hardest metal to exist. A dazzling display of light and energy was created as the two opposing powers locked in a silent struggle.

Li Mingwu's brow furrowed as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The strain of maintaining his defense was immense. He managed to look up at the monk after a bit of struggle. Somehow, the pain and burden intensified upon realizing that the monk didn't even seem bothered one bit.

Li Mingwu refused to give up and held tightly. This time it was not just about him. He could sense the two were still alive, he could sense them better via the tiny threads of space, one of the amazing abilities of his third eye.

Even though the monk was about to use the same effect, something felt different about it. If the monk destroys the gate along with those two who were supposed to fetch the feather of the Pheonix. Even if he ends up defeating the monk, it would be all for nothing.

So Li Mingwu resolved to stop that attack from meeting this ground. Because his senses told him that this time. It could be a complete pulverization.

"Hmmm..."

The monk gazing at him tilted his head and grinned, pointing his other hand to Li Mingwu.

'Shit!!'

He had totally forgotten about the other hand.

"Mudita"

It point two fingers and swiped up.

Immediately, the ground beneath Li Mingwu unfurled, as if they were being pulled by a mighty force of gravity from above.

Distracted and unbalanced, Li Mingwu stumbled–this caused him to lose his grip on the shield that was stopping the monk from reaching the sky. He also could not give another second to care because he was busy dodging the stones that we being peeled from the ground at a frightening intensity.

He jumped from stone to stone, on the lookout for a safe place to land with one part of his senses, the other part was strongly fixated on the monk who had now successfully reached the prerequisite to create the black hole again.

It was not advisable for Li Mingwu to stay afloat in the air, if not he would have done that from the onset. But the utilization of spatial manipulation on the space distortions caused by the monk's energy was taking more magic energy than he could give.

If he was to suspend himself with the little repertoire of energy he was using to deal with the monk, then he was bound to go zero on magic energy first.

That was why Li Mingwu was getting more physically active. But because of that, he failed to notice the colossal boulder that was above him—not until it cast a horrifying widespread shadow above the landscape.

Just how bad does it want to destroy Li Mingwu that it would go this far?

A boulder above his head.

A pillar of energy to complement it.

Li Mingwu appreciated being highly thought of but this monk was doing too much.

He grinned looking up, even though his face was clasped by beads of sweat, he grinned with gritted teeth.

He showed resolve to deal with this situation, but something else was written on his face at the same time–he had understood something at this point and had realized:

Up until now, the monk had only been using one hand.

As simple as it sounded, a strange feeling tugged his mind because of this very realization. Li Mingwu felt like the monk was not even using fifty percent of his power.