Southary, the Mayor’s Mansion.
Unlike the disastrous situation within the Riding Cloud Academy, the Mayor’s Mansion was exceptionally quiet. A man was drinking wine alone sat on the top floor, frowning at the drizzling rain. There was a man standing below him, similarly frowning.
“Wong… Mayor, are we not going to do anything… about the Chan Clan?”
“What can we do?” The man drinking shook his head. “He said that he betrayed the Chan Clan; even if the other party dies, nobody can blame the Chan Clan anyway. This is the… final glory of his life. I have already reported this matter, and they will most likely send people down from the neighbouring cities tomorrow to deal with Chan Shue Gun.
“Let him be for now.”
Chan Shue Gun was extremely old. He was already the clan’s Great Elder even before the Chan Clan rose to where they were today. Chan Tiet’s gliph was tattooed by Chan Shue Gun when he was still a kid. Chan Shue Gun had waited long enough; even when he was nearing the end of his life, he still hadn’t broken through.
There wasn’t much Chan Shue Gun cared about as a lonely old man. Chan Ngou Tin may be the last person he cared for. Thus, putting everything else aside, Chan Shue Gun was determined to take revenge for Chan Ngou Tin even if it cost his life.
“Ha!” Kot Chi Sing yelled. He had broken through the chambers on both his arms, just like Chor Shing Chit. Both his arms grew in size as his muscles started to twist along with his shout. In no time, his arms were ten times the size of an ordinary human as his skin has turned glossy, differing from human skin.
It was a trait that shouted “Snake Scale gliph”, a gliph originating from the North.
Initially, this gliph required gliphic snake beasts as ingredients. But since there was a gliphic plant called the gliphic snake bloom in the South, they used it instead. It was less ferocious than the original gliph but more exquisite, allowing one’s limbs to move like snakes and attack unpredictably.
Both his arms were currently striking towards Chor Shing Chit and Old Tung like two huge snakes. Both of them dodged as the punch landed on the ground, causing a huge dent.
“Mr Chor! I’ll take care of him. You go deal with Chan Shue Gun!” Old Tung shouted. At the same time, his left arm and feet that were covered by a gliph cover lit up.
Under the cover hid gliph patterns that looked like leaves. The “leaves” lit up gradually, as a leaf appeared in Old Tung’s palm simultaneously.
The Leaf Blade gliph.
It was a gliph that could turn energliph into leaf-like blades to injure the enemy. Five Leaf Blades was his first gliphility.
Whoosh!
Five blade-like leaves shot towards Kot Chi Sing in the form of a pentagon. Kot Chi Sing let out an angry shout as the blades hit his skin, causing a metallic ring. Other than transforming one’s arm, the Snake Scale gliph also made one’s skin turn into scales, protecting one from sharp weapons.
Old Tung might only be a two-chambered glipher, but he had practiced his gliphility to the state of perfection. Of the five leaves, three leaves were blocked, but two were like actual leaves. They passed through both Kot Chi Sing’s snake-like arms, leaving two bloody scars on his body.
“Hey!” The injury made Kot Chi Sing blow up, punching towards Old Tung after an angry growl. A ball of gas appeared from of Old Tung’s left foot, allowing him to move diagonally in the air, dodging the strike.
Chan Shue Gun didn’t even spare Old Tung, Chor Shing Chit or Kot Chi Sing who was helping him a look. His eyes were stuck on Chui Yim from the start, who was in turn staring at him coldly from the coach. No trace of fear could be seen on his face.
Looking at Chui Yim, Chan Shue Gun hated how calm the kid was. He pictured Chui Yim dying under his hands in utter fear and terror as he made another move. Rays of light appeared in the space before him, moving slowly. They were like invisible hands drawing gliphs with red powder.
It was the Flame’s Knife gliph again.
It was as if Chan Shue Gun was determined to take Chui Yim’s life with that particular gliph. But a hiss was heard just as the gliph was about to finish.
It might’ve belonged to the figure streaking across the night rain, or his strong punch.
Chan Shue Gun furrowed his brows. The action made his wrinkles even obvious. He stopped drawing the Flame’s Knife and turned to draw a shield.
Boom!
A pair of punches appeared, landing on an invisible light shield. Chor Shing Chit’s fierce face was only a short distance from Chan Shue Gun. To many, the result of this battle was already determined.
Gliphists were powerful, but weak physically. Gliphists were the combination of strengthand weakness; if they came into close contact with a glipher of their level, they would most likely lose. Gliphers already had gliphs tattooed in their chambers, so they only needed to insert energliph into their gliphs to activate it and use their gliphility while gliphists needed more time to turn their energliph into gliphs.
Now, the two-chambered glipher was up against Chan Shue Gun; Chor Shing Chit stood a higher chance of winning.
The gliphist states were divided into single-gliphic, ten-gliphic, hundred-gliphic and thousand-gliphic. A single-gliphic state gliphist was equivalent to a two-chambered glipher., while the ten-gliphic state was equivalent to three-chambers, hundred-gliphic to four-chambers and thousand-gliphic to five-chambers.
There was a meaning behind the numbers of gliphist’s state. A gliphist fought by exerting their energliph to draw gliphs in the air and turn it into energy for the gliph.
Single-gliphic state referred to the number of gliph strings his energliph could turn into. A ten-gliphic gliphist could use more than ten gliph strings to draw and construct gliphs at a time.
It was just like writing an essay with one pen or ten pens. One pen would take ten minutes, but ten pens would only take one minute. Other than needing a huge amount of energliph, the ability to do many things simultaneously was the core of a gliphist.
One gliph string was one stand-alone thing a gliphist had to take care of at the same time. That was what training a gliphist’s mind was about. Since it was hard to get to the next state, it was rare to find gliphists in this world, and the only thousand-gliphic state gliphist known to the world was the Imperial Empress of the Imperial Sunset Palace, Man Chin Hung.
Szz…
The sound of energliph turning into gliphs sounded just like writing on a blackboard with a pen. It made one’s ears hurt.
Chor Shing Chit’s face changed as he moved backwards immediately.
Boom boom boom!
Three thorns a few inches thick shot out of the ground, but luckily Chor Shing Chit was fast enough that he wasn’t injured.
“What’s going on?” Bak Wun’s face fell on seeing this too. He hadn’t planned to attack, but he had great insight. He could tell that Chan Shue Gun blocked Chor Shing Chit’s attack with Wall Prison, then attacked Chor Shing Chit the next second with the Thorns of Ground gliph.
This speed of drawing a gliph… what state is Chan Shue Gun in?
Chor Shing Chit landed in front of Bak Wun and Chui Yim while staring at Chan Shue Gun gravely. But Chan Shue Gun was still as calm as ever. He didn’t move even slightly.
He stared at Chor Shing Chit and spoke slowly. “I see that I can only kill him after I kill you. Since you’re going to hell too, Flame’s Knife is useless now.” As soon as he spoke, he extended his hands out of his robe and slowly moved them. Nine strings appeared in front of him simultaneously and passed through each other, just like nine fish swimming together.
It was a scene that threw Bak Wun, Chor Shing Chit, and even Old Tung, who was in an intense fight off their feet.
Nine-gliphic!
Southary, the Mayor’s Mansion.
Unlike the disastrous situation within the Riding Cloud Academy, the Mayor’s Mansion was exceptionally quiet. A man was drinking wine alone sat on the top floor, frowning at the drizzling rain. There was a man standing below him, similarly frowning.
“Wong… Mayor, are we not going to do anything… about the Chan Clan?”
“What can we do?” The man drinking shook his head. “He said that he betrayed the Chan Clan; even if the other party dies, nobody can blame the Chan Clan anyway. This is the… final glory of his life. I have already reported this matter, and they will most likely send people down from the neighbouring cities tomorrow to deal with Chan Shue Gun.
“Let him be for now.”
Chan Shue Gun was extremely old. He was already the clan’s Great Elder even before the Chan Clan rose to where they were today. Chan Tiet’s gliph was tattooed by Chan Shue Gun when he was still a kid. Chan Shue Gun had waited long enough; even when he was nearing the end of his life, he still hadn’t broken through.
There wasn’t much Chan Shue Gun cared about as a lonely old man. Chan Ngou Tin may be the last person he cared for. Thus, putting everything else aside, Chan Shue Gun was determined to take revenge for Chan Ngou Tin even if it cost his life.
“Ha!” Kot Chi Sing yelled. He had broken through the chambers on both his arms, just like Chor Shing Chit. Both his arms grew in size as his muscles started to twist along with his shout. In no time, his arms were ten times the size of an ordinary human as his skin has turned glossy, differing from human skin.
It was a trait that shouted “Snake Scale gliph”, a gliph originating from the North.
Initially, this gliph required gliphic snake beasts as ingredients. But since there was a gliphic plant called the gliphic snake bloom in the South, they used it instead. It was less ferocious than the original gliph but more exquisite, allowing one’s limbs to move like snakes and attack unpredictably.
Both his arms were currently striking towards Chor Shing Chit and Old Tung like two huge snakes. Both of them dodged as the punch landed on the ground, causing a huge dent.
“Mr Chor! I’ll take care of him. You go deal with Chan Shue Gun!” Old Tung shouted. At the same time, his left arm and feet that were covered by a gliph cover lit up.
Under the cover hid gliph patterns that looked like leaves. The “leaves” lit up gradually, as a leaf appeared in Old Tung’s palm simultaneously.
The Leaf Blade gliph.
It was a gliph that could turn energliph into leaf-like blades to injure the enemy. Five Leaf Blades was his first gliphility.
Whoosh!
Five blade-like leaves shot towards Kot Chi Sing in the form of a pentagon. Kot Chi Sing let out an angry shout as the blades hit his skin, causing a metallic ring. Other than transforming one’s arm, the Snake Scale gliph also made one’s skin turn into scales, protecting one from sharp weapons.
Old Tung might only be a two-chambered glipher, but he had practiced his gliphility to the state of perfection. Of the five leaves, three leaves were blocked, but two were like actual leaves. They passed through both Kot Chi Sing’s snake-like arms, leaving two bloody scars on his body.
“Hey!” The injury made Kot Chi Sing blow up, punching towards Old Tung after an angry growl. A ball of gas appeared from of Old Tung’s left foot, allowing him to move diagonally in the air, dodging the strike.
Chan Shue Gun didn’t even spare Old Tung, Chor Shing Chit or Kot Chi Sing who was helping him a look. His eyes were stuck on Chui Yim from the start, who was in turn staring at him coldly from the coach. No trace of fear could be seen on his face.
Looking at Chui Yim, Chan Shue Gun hated how calm the kid was. He pictured Chui Yim dying under his hands in utter fear and terror as he made another move. Rays of light appeared in the space before him, moving slowly. They were like invisible hands drawing gliphs with red powder.
It was the Flame’s Knife gliph again.
It was as if Chan Shue Gun was determined to take Chui Yim’s life with that particular gliph. But a hiss was heard just as the gliph was about to finish.
It might’ve belonged to the figure streaking across the night rain, or his strong punch.
Chan Shue Gun furrowed his brows. The action made his wrinkles even obvious. He stopped drawing the Flame’s Knife and turned to draw a shield.
Boom!
A pair of punches appeared, landing on an invisible light shield. Chor Shing Chit’s fierce face was only a short distance from Chan Shue Gun. To many, the result of this battle was already determined.
Gliphists were powerful, but weak physically. Gliphists were the combination of strengthand weakness; if they came into close contact with a glipher of their level, they would most likely lose. Gliphers already had gliphs tattooed in their chambers, so they only needed to insert energliph into their gliphs to activate it and use their gliphility while gliphists needed more time to turn their energliph into gliphs.
Now, the two-chambered glipher was up against Chan Shue Gun; Chor Shing Chit stood a higher chance of winning.
The gliphist states were divided into single-gliphic, ten-gliphic, hundred-gliphic and thousand-gliphic. A single-gliphic state gliphist was equivalent to a two-chambered glipher., while the ten-gliphic state was equivalent to three-chambers, hundred-gliphic to four-chambers and thousand-gliphic to five-chambers.
There was a meaning behind the numbers of gliphist’s state. A gliphist fought by exerting their energliph to draw gliphs in the air and turn it into energy for the gliph.
Single-gliphic state referred to the number of gliph strings his energliph could turn into. A ten-gliphic gliphist could use more than ten gliph strings to draw and construct gliphs at a time.
It was just like writing an essay with one pen or ten pens. One pen would take ten minutes, but ten pens would only take one minute. Other than needing a huge amount of energliph, the ability to do many things simultaneously was the core of a gliphist.
One gliph string was one stand-alone thing a gliphist had to take care of at the same time. That was what training a gliphist’s mind was about. Since it was hard to get to the next state, it was rare to find gliphists in this world, and the only thousand-gliphic state gliphist known to the world was the Imperial Empress of the Imperial Sunset Palace, Man Chin Hung.
Szz…
The sound of energliph turning into gliphs sounded just like writing on a blackboard with a pen. It made one’s ears hurt.
Chor Shing Chit’s face changed as he moved backwards immediately.
Boom boom boom!
Three thorns a few inches thick shot out of the ground, but luckily Chor Shing Chit was fast enough that he wasn’t injured.
“What’s going on?” Bak Wun’s face fell on seeing this too. He hadn’t planned to attack, but he had great insight. He could tell that Chan Shue Gun blocked Chor Shing Chit’s attack with Wall Prison, then attacked Chor Shing Chit the next second with the Thorns of Ground gliph.
This speed of drawing a gliph… what state is Chan Shue Gun in?
Chor Shing Chit landed in front of Bak Wun and Chui Yim while staring at Chan Shue Gun gravely. But Chan Shue Gun was still as calm as ever. He didn’t move even slightly.
He stared at Chor Shing Chit and spoke slowly. “I see that I can only kill him after I kill you. Since you’re going to hell too, Flame’s Knife is useless now.” As soon as he spoke, he extended his hands out of his robe and slowly moved them. Nine strings appeared in front of him simultaneously and passed through each other, just like nine fish swimming together.
It was a scene that threw Bak Wun, Chor Shing Chit, and even Old Tung, who was in an intense fight off their feet.
Nine-gliphic!
