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Book 7: Chapter 79: Depraved (3)

Dyon watched Silver Fang disappear into the distance before sighing a small breath of relief. He exploited the innate weaknesses of beasts to fear the strong before making Silver Fang feel grateful to him, but this wasn’t a tactic that would work with everyone.

When Dyon faced his third trial and defeated his opponents up to the elder with Emperor level Presence, he couldn’t move, but that was because he didn’t have access to Battle Intent. Although he hadn’t known about Battle Intent until now, it was the twins who informed him of Silver Fang’s abilities… Simply put, Silver Fang’s Battle Intent was a counter to his Presence!

The issue was that Battle Intent took very long to form. One wouldn’t gain the spirituality necessary until the celestial realm, which is why it wasn’t used by others in their third trial.

‘There are too many variables in the martial world.’ Dyon thought seriously. ‘Who would have thought there was another way to counter Presence aside from a heavenly treasure and Faith?’

Because of his training, Dyon thought of fighting Silver Fang anyway even though he couldn’t win. However, he realized that fighting Silver Fang wouldn’t help him hone the skills he wanted to.

The path that Dyon had helped Silver Fang experience a breakthrough in was related to the human path. However, the titan diamond constitution required something far more bestial.

Silver Fang’s problem was that he was far too reliant on his beast path and the talents bestowed to him by heaven. Although he wanted to follow both paths, he ended up fearing Dyon simply because his bloodline was suppressed, thinking that Dyon was blessed more than he was. Despite being far stronger than Dyon, he didn’t dare to fight. It was for exactly this reason that he would always be inferior to Balor.

To follow the human path meant to transcend the heavens! All their history, humans had to break past their limits and forge ahead even when they were far weaker than beasts most of the time. How could Silver Fang progress in this path if he feared Dyon simply for his bloodline? He had to dare to fight against what he deemed inevitable!

However, it was for exactly this reason that Silver Fang was useless to Dyon. Dyon wanted to learn more about what it meant to be a beast, to sink into a depraved and mindless state where power and potential ruled over all. He wanted to become a Titan Emperor!

Looking at the remaining more than 95% of lizard meat, Dyon sent it into the tower along with the infernal core. For now, he couldn’t stand any more energy.

After a deep breath, his eyes reddened, his thoughts became simple and monotonous, and soon, a steady stream of growls escaped his lips.

His torso was still bloodied with crimson liquid, his injuries were barely half healed, and yet his will to fight bloomed.

“Will this really be alright?” Little Yin couldn’t help but wonder as they watched Dyon sink even further. “He’s even stopped The Seal from protecting his mind just now.”

Little Yang remained silent for a long time before answering. “You know as well as I know the kind of strings of karma and time tied to him. The moment our blood essence fused with his, we knew there wasn’t possibly a better partner to choose. This isn’t the place a man like him loses his mind.”

“There has to be a better way…” Little Yin frowned.

Unable to answer, Little Yang remained silent…

When did Dyon have his biggest breakthroughs in demonic will? Was it not when he lost his mind in anger? The day he reached the intent stage was the same moment he ripped the 11^th ranked genius of the World Tournament limb from limb. This was the nature of demonic will…

Knowing this… What would need to be sacrificed for one to progress in titan will? What sort of depraved state would you need to enter? How much anger needed to fuel you? What level of bestial aura was needed?

Dyon’s days become overwhelmed by battles. Other than eating, he did nothing else.

After a year, Dyon stopped wasting his time heating his meat before he ate. His demeanor became cruder as bloody beast meat hung from his lips.

During this year, Dyon fought exactly 549 battles. Yet, he only won 4, including his lucky battle against the lizard. Still, all three additional victories were against lower saints.

When his loss was inevitable, he would tuck his tail and run, he’d lick his wounds and use the lizard meat to recover, and as time passed, his wounds grew more gruesome.

His left forearm was nothing but a string of barely connecting ligaments. A gash ran down his once handsome face, exposing his cracked cheek bone even to the point where his tongue was visible despite his mouth being closed. Numerous holes riddled his chest, each piercing a different portion of his heart… Dyon looked like nothing more than a walking zombie.

Still, he didn’t seem to care. A month ago, he had finally broken into the second titan will realm. Once he stepped into the fourth will level, he would meet the requirements to enter the second stage of Titan Emperor’s Will.

Despite not being lucky enough to find another infernal core, Dyon forged ahead.

By the end of the third year, Dyon sunk further into depravity. Beast intestines and organs were no longer off limits.

In his sixteenth victory against a lower saint leather skinned rhino, his hands shot forward, piercing into its tough black skin and gripping its rib cage.

With a roar that pierced the heavens, his hands ripped apart from one another, tearing the beast’s chest into a mess of minced flesh and crushed bone. Its still beating heart thrummed with life, exposed to the air even as a shrill cry resounded through the air.

Without a sane thought left in his mind, Dyon’s mouth opened and his teeth flashed, biting into the massive heart…

Crimson blood bathed Dyon, raining down from above and baptizing him with a depraved aura…

In that moment, his own blood surged through his veins… He had finally broken into the third titan will realm.