CHAPTER 284: TELEKINETIC GRANDMASTER!?

The sun lingered on the horizon, painting the sky in its final, fleeting hues.

A cool wind swept past, brushing through Zarek’s long golden hair as he sat cross-legged, his gaze fixed steadily ahead.

On the surface, he seemed calm and serene, but invisibly, he was enduring a relentless attack.

Pure Telekinetic Energy crashed against him in invisible waves, each one shattering his defenses. His own Telekinetic Energy, tainted and impure, struggled to hold its ground.

Every time his Telekinetic Energy broke down, a spike of agony stabbed through his mind. Blue veins bulged across his temples under the crushing strain.

Zarek grunted, his jaw clenched tight, but he refused to yield, meeting the pure Telekinetic Energy head-on with his own imperfect Telekinetic Energy.

If he wanted to reach the Grandmaster, then he would have to concentrate his Telekinetic Energy into a purer and more condensed form, which might decrease the quantity; however, the quality of it would be much more.

The pure Telekinetic Energy he was facing came from Aiken and Eden, the two Telekinetic Paragons; as for the Demi-god, they didn’t even have Telekinetic Energy to begin with because it had already merged with them.

Nevertheless, Zarek’s Telekinetic Energy was being continuously damaged, but when it recovered, it was becoming even stronger than before.

He ground his teeth together, and his body trembled violently.

The pain was the worst he had ever faced, and the ethereal quality of his Telekinetic Energy didn’t help either. It was like boxing, you stand up again until you completely pass out cold.

Only here, his Telekinetic Energy never passed out. It stood back up again and again, fighting against the two pure Telekinetic Energies.

Every second was misery he couldn’t even begin to describe in words.

His mind felt haunted, and his world spun.

The two looked at Zarek’s state and felt pain themselves, just from seeing his terrible condition.

"I guess that’s why he’s so powerful," Eden muttered bitterly.

Aiken agreed with a silent nod.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, but for Zarek, every second felt like an eternity.

By the end, a puddle had already formed beneath him from the sheer amount of sweat.

His eyes felt hollow, and his world went blank.

Just then, he felt it, his power had increased to a significant level, and his Telekinetic Energy surged to new heights.

Then, his Telekinetic Energy began to condense on its own, turning ten strands into a single strand. In the blink of an eye, his Telekinetic Energy fully condensed on its own, and a blue prompt appeared in front of Zarek.

[Congratulations, you have adapted to the pure Telekinetic Energy of two Telekinetic Paragons]

[You have reached the Telekinetic Grandmaster]

"Finally." Zarek couldn’t help but grin, his arms tightening into fists.

He had finally reached Telekinetic Grandmaster, and his Telekinetic Energy was now in its purest state, it could not go any further.

Standing up at last, he looked at Aiken and Eden, who were staring at him as though he were a monster.

To this, he simply chuckled and shook his head casually. It was a look he had seen far too many times to even bother reacting to it now.

"Congratulations, Zarek. You have reached Telekinetic Grandmaster, and at this rate, you might soon reach Paragon level as well."

"Thank you, I am honoured." Zarek bowed his head.

"Good." She nodded with a chuckle. "What more do you want? I’m in a happy mood right now and can reward you even further."

"I want to reach the Telekinetic Paragon," he said without hesitation.

"Oh? A Paragon?" She was certainly intrigued when she heard this. "For your power to work on the soul, you will need something that can attack the soul and it should be related to a Paragon. That would be a little troublesome to achieve."

"What should I do then?" Zarek asked curiously.

"There is a way, but it would be very painful for you..." She paused, looking at Zarek.

Zarek’s brows twitched. At this rate, he would be a masochist. The pain from just now had almost broken his mind, and if he had to endure the pain of his soul being broken...

A strange shiver ran down his spine.

"Cough... I’ll need some rest, but I can definitely try it."

"Wonderful." The Lord smiled, but that smile felt strange.

The other Demi-gods’ expressions were also weird and judgmental, not to mention Aiken and Eden, who weren’t even trying to hide it.

’I am not a masochist, guys!’ Zarek wanted to cry and prove his innocence.

At this time, a blue prompt appeared in front of him.

[You have surpassed your limits and entered the First-stage Martial Realm]

[Title gained: Martial Advanced]

[Beep... Beep... Same title detected. Martial Advanced combining both titles]

[Evolution in progress... 3... 2... 1]

[Advancement failed]

[Not enough power]

’This...’ Zarek stared at the panel, stunned on the spot.

Chun Ma has already reached the First-stage Martial Artist?

He was certainly surprised. Just before, Chun Ma had barely broken through to the Second-stage Martial Realm, and now he had already reached this stage?

The progress was really quick, worthy of having the Genius talent.

However, it seemed he had run into trouble now...

***

"I have run out of the pages of the Cultivation Technique," Chun Ma thought, a frown on his face.

His cold blue pupils calculated in the darkness that surrounded him.

The Heavenly Demon Cultivation only described cultivation up to the First-stage Realm and even that portion was riddled with faults.

If not for his high comprehension and his use of Gang Reyong’s knowledge as a reference, it would have been impossible for him to cultivate it correctly.

"It is as if someone tampered with it intentionally so that I would cultivate it wrongly."

His pupils flashed.

If someone had changed it, then it would have been the Heavenly Demon but why would he alter such a thing?

The question buzzed in his head, leaving him deeply confused.

There was only one answer to his questions...

Chun Ma slowly stood up and walked out of his seclusion.

The moment he appeared, everyone’s eyes were drawn to him, stunned into silence.

"What?" Chun Ma asked with a sneer.

Everyone hurriedly avoided eye contact as if their lives depended on it, scrambling away, completely scared out of their wits.

He looked at them and shook his head. Now that he was a First-stage Martial Artist, they were nowhere near his level, and he had no interest in interacting with them.

At that moment, a loud and familiar bell rang, it was the bell of the training initiation.

Chun Ma walked down the hallway, and everywhere he went, people avoided eye contact. Soon, he reached a hall.

There, the familiar instructor stood. When his eyes fell on Chun Ma, he involuntarily trembled.

"C-Chun Ma!?"

"Yes, instructor." Chun Ma grinned. "Can I leave the cave now?"

"Y-yes." The instructor hurriedly agreed without a shred of hesitation.

Chun Ma folded his arms behind his back, nodded, and walked forward. "Good, good."

As he walked away, everyone’s gazes followed his back in silence.

They didn’t speak a word, but deep down, everyone knew this man was completely beyond their level now, even further than those backed by powerful clans.

Chun Ma being the Heavenly Demons disciple was already known to everyone already.

And seeing the Instructor’s scared shitless expression, they knew that he was well comparable to the instructor or even beyond!

That meant that he was simply beyond their levels already and was unworthy to talk to.

Everyone understood this thing and put their head down, looking at the ground in silence in the presence of Chun Ma. Only after Chun Ma had walked out of the demonic cave did they finally raise their heads again.

"Where is he going?" the instructor muttered with confusion.

It was the middle of the night, and the silver light from the moon fell onto his figure, bathing him in its light.

His long golden hair and blue eyes, with skin as white as snow, made him quite handsome. His body was also growing more toned and bulky now.

Of course, with all the benefits that he had gotten from the titles and skills of the main body and the other clones, his strength was way beyond even First-stage Martial Realm.

However, even without it, his strength was beyond a first-stage Martial Artist...

"I want to test it out," Chun Ma thought as he casually looked around.

The guards were there, but they didn’t seem to notice him or completely ignored him entirely.

Chun Ma also ignored them and walked through the streets; however, he had barely taken a few steps before he could feel the murderous thoughts hone in on him.

He was still expressionless as he walked through the alley and soon reached a dark corner.

The figures finally revealed themselves.

"Are you sent by the Heavenly Demon?" Chun Ma spoke with a sneer.