Martial Arts Worlds
Author: Alekzi
Chapter 839: Halberd Crafted By Gods
Boom!
The fist of Kiernan clashed with the blade of Metsudo’s sword, and the ship under them got sliced to pieces.
They both started falling towards the sea, but in that moment, Kiernan touched the sea with his black smoking hand.
"Black World!"
The darkness spread across the water surface, giving them proper foothold, and they landed on top of the darkness safely.
It felt like proper ground, as if they were standing on a pavement in a well-maintained city.
"...What d—"
As Metsudo was about to speak, his eyebrows suddenly rose, and he looked around himself in confusion.
"You feel that?"
"Yeah..."
Kiernan said.
There was something coming, but they didn’t know where it was coming from, and at that moment...
Plop!
At that moment, both of them disappeared, as if a soap bubble burst, and they disappeared from the One-Versus-One realm.
The flying cameras just kept looking down, and tried to look around for the two men, but they were nowhere to be seen.
...
"...The summoning ritual is working!"
"...It’s really hard to keep it in control. Those two are really... Really... Strong... I am not sure if the binding ritual can hold them back!"
"...Work harder! Don’t let them free!"
In a damp basement, half-giant men were shouting orders as they stood circle around a magical circle that looked like a demon summoning pentagram.
Swoosh!
In that moment, every piece of electronic device broke down in the vicinity, and the city above the ground turned dark.
Bzzt!
The television, which was playing the news footage of Kiernan and Metsudo’s fight, turned dark as well.
"Are they coming?"
At that moment, a man asked.
He was big with wild-looking hair. His fists looked like they were swollen. He looked like he weighed as much as a bear, except he was all muscle.
"Yes, tribe chief!"
This man was the tribe chief of Bulwark Tribe, Raqe, and currently the closest man to becoming a martial god.
"..."
Standing beside Raqe, Sacrael watched with his eyes wide open, and he was nervously waiting.
He had a little bit of history with one of the men they were summoning, and it made him feel very nervous.
Their relationship could be considered as extremely poor, and somehow, that weakling had become True God.
Because of this, Kiernan had become Martial World’s Martial God, and only one person could hold that title at the same time.
It wasn’t like in Dead World, where Mercedes changed that rule, allowing multiple people to become one.
Thus, because of Kiernan, Raqe had to take the title of Martial God away from Kiernan by killing him!
It had been over ten years since they got their last ingredient for the Martial God ceremony, and Raqe had been preparing for the advancement to Martial God for the last ten years.
When he was finally ready to do that final leap, Kiernan appeared back from death, and thus, stole the Martial God away from him.
"They are coming!"
One of the tribesmen shouted.
At that moment, two figures appeared in the circle, bound by magical chains, and they were struggling to free themselves.
"What the... Hell is this?"
Metsudo asked with a frown.
Cling~ His sword fell to the ground beside him.
"Ah..."
Kiernan raised his head, looked at the people around the basement, and landed his gaze at Raqe.
"What is going on here?"
He asked.
Raqe stood up, slowly approaching Kiernan with his arms behind his back, and looked down at the man.
"How does it feel to kneel before a mortal, Martial God? You’re a disgrace to the title. Don’t worry, though, I’ll take that title away from you.
"And I won’t kneel by anyone."
Raqe scoffed.
"...You goddamn moron. Do you not see what is happening here? This guy is our common enemy."
Kiernan gritted his teeth and pointed towards Metsudo.
"I will also kill him, don’t worry, but I need to kill you first, and become Martial God."
Raqe said with a sickening smile.
"...Idiot. You’ll just become the first one that she will kill... You can probably only enjoy being the Martial God for a week until you die to her."
Kiernan said.
"I don’t know who this "she" is that you’re talking about, but I am not all that worried. There is nobody that can defeat me once I become Martial God."
Raqe said.
"Hahahahaha~ As I expected, you humans are truly foolish, hehe. These are the people that you try to protect, Kiernan? We tortured you for years so that you’ll spill the tea about humans, but you never said a word.
"I guess you’re more foolish than I thought!"
Metsudo laughed.
"Well... Not exactly these ones..."
Kiernan said with a frown, and at that moment, looked towards Sacrael, and in his eyes, he saw some familiarity.
"Alabaster..."
"...Gulp~"
Sacrael backed off.
He was actually extremely scared because this was Martial God, and he’d made enemies of him in the past.
’Tch... I don’t need to fear him... My beloved tribal chief will kill this bastard and take his godhood to himself... Yeah... hahahaha...’
At that moment.
Kiernan tried standing back up, but the strange magical chains started glowing and sucked all his strength out of him.
’What the hell are these chains?’
Meanwhile, Metsudo was pretty much chilling while sitting on the ground, and it didn’t look like he was in any hurry to go anywhere.
"Sacrael! What the hell are you cowering over there? Come over here!"
Raqe shouted.
"Y-Yes!"
Sacrael lifted his chin and walked towards the two bound True Gods and looked down at Kiernan.
"Remember me?"
"...I do."
Kiernan said.
"Where is Sabbath? Ah, right, he died, didn’t he? That’s good. What a shame that I couldn’t be the one to end that bastard’s life."
Sacrael laughed.
He was just acting tough when Raqe, his tribal chief, was looking, as for him to be the second-hand to the Martial God, he shouldn’t show fear.
"...I don’t think that fight would’ve gone like you think it would have."
Kiernan said with a smirk.
"What did you say?! Bastard, shut up!"
Sacrael whipped his fist at him, and it landed squarely at Kiernan’s left eye, but he didn’t even blink.
Crack!
"?!"
Sacrael looked at his right hand. Its wrist was broken. The hand was bent at an odd angle, and it was swollen and purple.
"Aaaaargh!"
He fell down to the ground, whimpering in pain, and Raqe looked at him with near-disgust at how pathetic he was.
"Get up!"
Raqe kicked him in the buttocks, and Sacrael swallowed the whimpers of pain and stood up despite the agonizing pain.
"You fool. You think a mortal can hurt a Martial God? You can hit him with a bat for a thousand years without even leaving a scratch!"
Raqe shouted.
He was truly embarrassed at the foolishness of some of his tribal men, but they weren’t exactly known for their intelligence.
However, in all of their tribe, Sacrael was indeed the smartest one, as the rest of them were half-giant muscleheads.
They had consumed so many Power Drugs that their intelligence levels had dropped, but on the other hand, they had become incredibly strong.
They were the strongest of any rank because of that fact.
If Bulwarkian was Martial Emperor, and fought another Martial Emperor, they would definitely win without a doubt.
If Bulwarkian were a Martial Master and fought another Martial Master. They would win without a doubt.
"If you know that, how are you planning to kill me?"
Kiernan asked.
"What you would usually do when you want to kill a god. Use the power of gods against them."
Raqe said.
In that moment, close to two dozen tribesmen entered the basement, walking down the stairs, and they were carrying some kind of coffin-looking thing.
It was long and obviously heavy, as they struggled to carry the thing.
They carefully lowered it to the ground, and then, Raqe opened it and revealed a long halberd with intricate carvings along the shaft.
"This halberd was crafted by the God of Blacksmithing, and it’s said to be able to kill a god. It’s been the jewel of the Bulwark Tribe for centuries now.
"Our ancestors found this, and has been guarded by our tribe leaders ever since."
Raqe grabbed the halberd’s shaft with both hands, and after screaming in pain, he barely lifted it—just barely.
He then leaned it against his shoulder, as just carrying it alone was so difficult, and he looked very exhausted.
"...I am True Immortal, but even still, this weapon is so incredibly heavy to carry, and only False Gods and above can carry it without trouble.
"I will soon be able to do that."
Raqe carefully placed the halberd’s blade against Kiernan’s throat, grabbed the shaft with both hands, and asked.
"Any last words?"
"...Yes, I do."
Kiernan said.
And at that moment, he only slightly flexed his arms, but the magical chains shattered without any trouble.
"You’re leaving already? Hah?"
Metsudo laughed, and with a tiny flex, he also shattered the magical chains that were holding them back.
"AH?!"
Raqe’s eyes widened in shock, and the Bulwarkian’s jaws almost dropped to the ground in shock.
"You could’ve destroyed those chains whenever you wanted?!"
"...Obviously."
Kiernan said, and then his fist smashed into Raqe’s face and sent him flying through the basement wall.
The halberd dropped to the ground, and with a curious look, Kiernan nonchalantly lifted it with just one hand.
"A halberd crafted by gods, huh?"
The fist of Kiernan clashed with the blade of Metsudo’s sword, and the ship under them got sliced to pieces.
They both started falling towards the sea, but in that moment, Kiernan touched the sea with his black smoking hand.
"Black World!"
The darkness spread across the water surface, giving them proper foothold, and they landed on top of the darkness safely.
It felt like proper ground, as if they were standing on a pavement in a well-maintained city.
"...What d—"
As Metsudo was about to speak, his eyebrows suddenly rose, and he looked around himself in confusion.
"You feel that?"
"Yeah..."
Kiernan said.
There was something coming, but they didn’t know where it was coming from, and at that moment...
Plop!
At that moment, both of them disappeared, as if a soap bubble burst, and they disappeared from the One-Versus-One realm.
The flying cameras just kept looking down, and tried to look around for the two men, but they were nowhere to be seen.
...
"...The summoning ritual is working!"
"...It’s really hard to keep it in control. Those two are really... Really... Strong... I am not sure if the binding ritual can hold them back!"
"...Work harder! Don’t let them free!"
In a damp basement, half-giant men were shouting orders as they stood circle around a magical circle that looked like a demon summoning pentagram.
Swoosh!
In that moment, every piece of electronic device broke down in the vicinity, and the city above the ground turned dark.
Bzzt!
The television, which was playing the news footage of Kiernan and Metsudo’s fight, turned dark as well.
"Are they coming?"
At that moment, a man asked.
He was big with wild-looking hair. His fists looked like they were swollen. He looked like he weighed as much as a bear, except he was all muscle.
"Yes, tribe chief!"
This man was the tribe chief of Bulwark Tribe, Raqe, and currently the closest man to becoming a martial god.
"..."
Standing beside Raqe, Sacrael watched with his eyes wide open, and he was nervously waiting.
He had a little bit of history with one of the men they were summoning, and it made him feel very nervous.
Their relationship could be considered as extremely poor, and somehow, that weakling had become True God.
Because of this, Kiernan had become Martial World’s Martial God, and only one person could hold that title at the same time.
It wasn’t like in Dead World, where Mercedes changed that rule, allowing multiple people to become one.
Thus, because of Kiernan, Raqe had to take the title of Martial God away from Kiernan by killing him!
It had been over ten years since they got their last ingredient for the Martial God ceremony, and Raqe had been preparing for the advancement to Martial God for the last ten years.
When he was finally ready to do that final leap, Kiernan appeared back from death, and thus, stole the Martial God away from him.
"They are coming!"
One of the tribesmen shouted.
At that moment, two figures appeared in the circle, bound by magical chains, and they were struggling to free themselves.
"What the... Hell is this?"
Metsudo asked with a frown.
Cling~ His sword fell to the ground beside him.
"Ah..."
Kiernan raised his head, looked at the people around the basement, and landed his gaze at Raqe.
"What is going on here?"
He asked.
Raqe stood up, slowly approaching Kiernan with his arms behind his back, and looked down at the man.
"How does it feel to kneel before a mortal, Martial God? You’re a disgrace to the title. Don’t worry, though, I’ll take that title away from you.
"And I won’t kneel by anyone."
Raqe scoffed.
"...You goddamn moron. Do you not see what is happening here? This guy is our common enemy."
Kiernan gritted his teeth and pointed towards Metsudo.
"I will also kill him, don’t worry, but I need to kill you first, and become Martial God."
Raqe said with a sickening smile.
"...Idiot. You’ll just become the first one that she will kill... You can probably only enjoy being the Martial God for a week until you die to her."
Kiernan said.
"I don’t know who this "she" is that you’re talking about, but I am not all that worried. There is nobody that can defeat me once I become Martial God."
Raqe said.
"Hahahahaha~ As I expected, you humans are truly foolish, hehe. These are the people that you try to protect, Kiernan? We tortured you for years so that you’ll spill the tea about humans, but you never said a word.
"I guess you’re more foolish than I thought!"
Metsudo laughed.
"Well... Not exactly these ones..."
Kiernan said with a frown, and at that moment, looked towards Sacrael, and in his eyes, he saw some familiarity.
"Alabaster..."
"...Gulp~"
Sacrael backed off.
He was actually extremely scared because this was Martial God, and he’d made enemies of him in the past.
’Tch... I don’t need to fear him... My beloved tribal chief will kill this bastard and take his godhood to himself... Yeah... hahahaha...’
At that moment.
Kiernan tried standing back up, but the strange magical chains started glowing and sucked all his strength out of him.
’What the hell are these chains?’
Meanwhile, Metsudo was pretty much chilling while sitting on the ground, and it didn’t look like he was in any hurry to go anywhere.
"Sacrael! What the hell are you cowering over there? Come over here!"
Raqe shouted.
"Y-Yes!"
Sacrael lifted his chin and walked towards the two bound True Gods and looked down at Kiernan.
"Remember me?"
"...I do."
Kiernan said.
"Where is Sabbath? Ah, right, he died, didn’t he? That’s good. What a shame that I couldn’t be the one to end that bastard’s life."
Sacrael laughed.
He was just acting tough when Raqe, his tribal chief, was looking, as for him to be the second-hand to the Martial God, he shouldn’t show fear.
"...I don’t think that fight would’ve gone like you think it would have."
Kiernan said with a smirk.
"What did you say?! Bastard, shut up!"
Sacrael whipped his fist at him, and it landed squarely at Kiernan’s left eye, but he didn’t even blink.
Crack!
"?!"
Sacrael looked at his right hand. Its wrist was broken. The hand was bent at an odd angle, and it was swollen and purple.
"Aaaaargh!"
He fell down to the ground, whimpering in pain, and Raqe looked at him with near-disgust at how pathetic he was.
"Get up!"
Raqe kicked him in the buttocks, and Sacrael swallowed the whimpers of pain and stood up despite the agonizing pain.
"You fool. You think a mortal can hurt a Martial God? You can hit him with a bat for a thousand years without even leaving a scratch!"
Raqe shouted.
He was truly embarrassed at the foolishness of some of his tribal men, but they weren’t exactly known for their intelligence.
However, in all of their tribe, Sacrael was indeed the smartest one, as the rest of them were half-giant muscleheads.
They had consumed so many Power Drugs that their intelligence levels had dropped, but on the other hand, they had become incredibly strong.
They were the strongest of any rank because of that fact.
If Bulwarkian was Martial Emperor, and fought another Martial Emperor, they would definitely win without a doubt.
If Bulwarkian were a Martial Master and fought another Martial Master. They would win without a doubt.
"If you know that, how are you planning to kill me?"
Kiernan asked.
"What you would usually do when you want to kill a god. Use the power of gods against them."
Raqe said.
In that moment, close to two dozen tribesmen entered the basement, walking down the stairs, and they were carrying some kind of coffin-looking thing.
It was long and obviously heavy, as they struggled to carry the thing.
They carefully lowered it to the ground, and then, Raqe opened it and revealed a long halberd with intricate carvings along the shaft.
"This halberd was crafted by the God of Blacksmithing, and it’s said to be able to kill a god. It’s been the jewel of the Bulwark Tribe for centuries now.
"Our ancestors found this, and has been guarded by our tribe leaders ever since."
Raqe grabbed the halberd’s shaft with both hands, and after screaming in pain, he barely lifted it—just barely.
He then leaned it against his shoulder, as just carrying it alone was so difficult, and he looked very exhausted.
"...I am True Immortal, but even still, this weapon is so incredibly heavy to carry, and only False Gods and above can carry it without trouble.
"I will soon be able to do that."
Raqe carefully placed the halberd’s blade against Kiernan’s throat, grabbed the shaft with both hands, and asked.
"Any last words?"
"...Yes, I do."
Kiernan said.
And at that moment, he only slightly flexed his arms, but the magical chains shattered without any trouble.
"You’re leaving already? Hah?"
Metsudo laughed, and with a tiny flex, he also shattered the magical chains that were holding them back.
"AH?!"
Raqe’s eyes widened in shock, and the Bulwarkian’s jaws almost dropped to the ground in shock.
"You could’ve destroyed those chains whenever you wanted?!"
"...Obviously."
Kiernan said, and then his fist smashed into Raqe’s face and sent him flying through the basement wall.
The halberd dropped to the ground, and with a curious look, Kiernan nonchalantly lifted it with just one hand.
"A halberd crafted by gods, huh?"