Chapter 382 Rank 0 Berserker Script- Smash
Andar corrected, "Giving us a name. We are all one and all, Limit Breakers!."
Mira looked at him deeply, the thoughts in her mind were chaotic before they settled and then she nodded. "Tell me about such strategies before you implement them next time."
Andar distractedly replied while looking to his left, "Er, it's nothing that profound, it is a common technique to bring a sense of loyalty and shared interest into a group, your superb organizational abilities certainly helped create this dynamic. Hey, Mira, look what we have here."
She had finished rolling up both sleeves and looked towards Andar's gaze, a few hundred feet away she could see a panting youth. He should be the Spirit Body that went ahead of his group and began penetrating through the cloud first.
He barely managed to break through the cloud below and he looked at them with surprise in his eyes before the cloud closed up behind his descending figure.
"Good, we have caught up." Mira rubbed her palms together in glee. With a lovely cry, she clenched her right hand, and the reason for folding her sleeves was revealed. She had dozens of Rank 0 Scripts on both arms!
This was where the great distinctions between Spirit Bodies and anyone else lay. Even as mortals without any Meditation Arts, Spirit Bodies were strong and had Aether flowing through their veins.
Their bodies were stronger and also had various properties that differentiated them from the rest. A Spirit Body also came with attributes, either elemental or some other more ephemeral concepts like force or even space.
In a manner, their bodies were like mini Spirit Matrixes. This made it possible for them to have an advantage over their peers at every level, and as they got stronger, the advantages a Spirit Body would bring would continuously increase.
A normal Rank 3 Acolyte could only carry ten Rank 0 Scripts and a single Rank 1 Scripts, yet Mira was still a mortal yet she had more than two dozen Rank 0 Scripts on each of her arms, this alone could show the true distinction between Mages.
Although the reason she was able to carry so many Rank 0 scripts was because they were all one-time use, even if that were to be the case, it was still astonishing.
One-time use Scripts had less of a backlash on the body of the user, and most of the burden of activating it was borne by the Scripts itself, even so, it was not something that any mortal should be able to carry, needless to mention Mira who had filled her arms with as much Rank 0 Scripts as it could hold.
The Rank 0 Script she used was a simple one, and it was one that Andar was intrinsically familiar with—Smash.
The Berserker Aspect Technique, Smash.
She punched the ground and one of the Script on her arm lit up with a bloody red glow. An ephemeral figure appeared behind her and vanished, it was of a warrior holding his bloody arms up to the sky.
There were many bloody scars all over the body of the warrior, but this did not paint a picture of weakness, only of endless ferocity and madness.
Another bloody fist suddenly materialized around her hand that was five times larger than her hand and smashed into the ground, and the cloud vibrated, she punched with her left, another Script lighting up with a bloody glow, and a hole opened up, Andar quickly followed her through it before it closed.
Once again they barely missed the first youth, who had begun to move faster knowing he had competition behind him.
"Your turn," Mira called out.
Andar nodded, "Stand closer to me." he simply stamped his feet and the sound was loud like a bomb detonating.
The ground below them opened for more than twenty feet before it swallowed both of them.
"you…you…" Mira called out in shock, Andar only smiled as he was also a bit shocked, not expecting this much power from his limbs, he had grown even stronger since his awakening, and he had no time to test how much stronger his body had become, "Your turn." he said.
Mira's eyes brightened, remembering what Andar had told her, what if we can get a Supreme Grade Meditation Art?…
"Hey, you guys caught up quickly, I'm… Zaros."
They both turned to see the sweaty youth, his eyes wide as he looked at the hole closing overhead and the two fresh people standing here with no sign of exhaustion as if they were going for a stroll.
He could not help but consider the thought of joining them. Would it be possible for him to stick along with them, surely with his powers he could assist and go through the Trials faster. It would be foolish for them to deny him, after all, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat to someone.
The youth with the black hair and silver eyes who had an air of utter relaxation around him answered,
"Hey Zaros, my name is Andar and this is Mira, it's a pleasure to meet you. Congratulations on getting here so quickly, this Trials is something isn't it?"
If it is something, why does it look like you are just strolling through it? Zaros thought hatefully, but he smiled. It would seem that Andar was an easygoing personality, and it should be straightforward to leech from him.
Zaros scratched his head while laughing self-deprecatingly, "I overestimated my abilities and rushed ahead, can I join…"
"Scram!" Mira growled
Zaros frowned but he quickly washed the look away from his face, "I just need to…"
"I am not fond of repeating myself." Mira brought up her right hand which had begun to glow red like blood as the multiple Rank 0 Scripts lit up, "Scram!"
Zavros's face went pale, if a single one of those touched him, he would be reduced to a stain.
Of course, he had managed to inscribe seven Rank 0 Scripts on his body, but this was all he could contain, and he was leaving it for the final stretch, as he intended to push for a Heavenly Fate Meditation Art.
Knowing he would not be accepted by these two his eyes went cold, and he drew his hand over his bald head, a bodily trait that resulted from his awakening and Spirit Body.
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