Son of the Hero King

Chapter 724: It’s time to slay a god

Inside Sol’s dimension, a purple-haired woman holding a sword was clashing against a black-haired man carrying a gigantic staff.

The exchange between them was done with no mana or even intent, yet each of their clashes caused the ground to shake and the air to tremble. It was an intense fight, and from the sweat and all the damage miring their surroundings, it was clear that this was not a warm-up match. They were absolutely serious at this sparring.

A fierce smile tugged at their lips as they continued their full-on brawl of destruction, again and again, and in the end, the purple-haired woman sighed as her sword was broken and the staff stopped an inch away from her head.

“I lost this time.” Lilith raised her hands in surrender, even though the action itself caused her body to scream in protest. There was no sense of loss in her face, no showing of fatigue or the immense strain that her body was under after the intense duel. The two of them had been fighting nonstop for some time now, and the ratio of victories and defeats between the two of them was more or less equal. “With this, it's 68 victories for you and 52 defeats.”

Lilith scratched her frayed hair. Even for her, it was hard to stay spotless after fighting for days on end.

Wukong shrugged as he took away his staff. “The format of our training is not ideal for you. The fact that I still lost 52 times despite having the advantage shows I yet have so much more to learn.”

A sword was a murder weapon, and Lilith's concept, Severing, and sword art God Slaying Sword were based on cutting and killing, not sparring or training.

In a training where the goal was not to kill or maim, Lilith undoubtedly faced many restrictions compared to Wukong, who used a staff and an inherent concept that excelled in all forms of combat. In fact, it was not to say that Lilith was under a severe handicap in their spars.

But it was not as if Wukong was not facing some limitations on his own. In order to grow his skills, Wukong restricted most of his tricks and simply went all out with his staff.

The results of their gruesome training with so many restrictions were more than evident.

“You are at a disadvantage, and yet you manage to get the upper hand. I must admit, your mastery of the sword is truly at a level that I can’t even begin to comprehend. I have learned much about weapon arts thanks to you.” Wukong may use a staff, but he was in no way a master of the weapon. He mostly relied on his innate strength and powerful defense to pummel his enemies to death.

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“The feeling is mutual. I also learned how to handle my body better thanks to our repeated combats.” Lilith was still learning how to effectively use her new physical abilities, and fighting Wukong was immensely useful for her.

They continued to sing praises to the others. However, their feelings were sincere and heartfelt. After all, if there was nothing to learn, there was no way they would waste time fighting as they have.

“So, have you decided when you will complete your ascension?” Wukong asked while wiping his sweat. The two of them were already Demigods in more ways than one. Yet they lacked one essential specification to complete their ascension.

A Territory.

A demigod may not be able to move their territory as they wish. However, the creation and fusion with a territory were essential for their full ascension.

A territory represented the culmination of a Path, the expression of a Concept. It was necessary for demigods to create their territory while mixing it with the power of their Concepts and make a Heart Core. This core in turn would carve out their territory on the existing world and make it function properly.

Lilith, who had decided that she would create her Territory in Sol’s dimension, should have already started the procedure, but she knew that once she did, she would fall into a coma and be unavailable for some time.

There was nothing she could do about this outcome. Transcendence was no easy matter. It was a sublimation of an individual’s life. It was the very moment when an individual shed their mortality in the truest sense and finally stepped on the Path towards Godhood.

She should have already started. In fact, she had already said that she was about to start many times. However, each time, she hesitated, and in the end, she never went through with her claims.

Was it fear stopping her from doing what she needed?

Indeed. It was fear.

But not for her.

What she feared was the safety of her loved ones.

It was quite ironic. She had been ready to die and had decided to go down in a blaze of glory once she was sure that Sol and Lilin could take care of themselves.

But now that she was alive, she could not stop worrying about their well-being, and the more time passed, the more her anxiety rose.

Another reason was that she did not feel at ease with her current power. The next step in her ascension was a venture that many almighty Kings before her had attempted and failed miserably. No one would remember their names as the names of those who failed held no value.

Now that she had tasted the sweetness of Life, she feared the bitterness and separation of Death.

“I don’t know…” She said.

“The more you hesitate, the more likely it is that we won’t be able to call upon you at a moment when your presence is crucial. You should know how Fate works. Though we can fight it, changing it is never a good outcome.” Wukong gave a side-long glance at Lilith.

Unlike her, Wukong did not doubt his success in ascending to the Demigod realm.

The only thing that had stopped him until now was finding a good place for his territory.

The two of them exchanged a smile but then sighed discreetly.

The training was good. Great, even.

They were undoubtedly growing stronger each time they fought. Slowly but surely, accumulating new insights.

Yet a small frustration was building inside of them.

The power they could unleash during such a training combat was minimal. The resulting growth was also limited.

If only…

The two of them were not able to voice their thoughts as a silhouette appeared close between them.

Sol, his expression cold, gazed at two of the strongest fighters he had at his disposal. He did not want to bring them out now. He wished to fight and kill the bastards who dared to kill innocents in his territory.

However, he also understood that he could not recklessly charge in what was most likely a trap and needlessly put himself in danger. Most of his enemies were demigods while he was still but a King.

“Sol? What is the matter?”

“Lilith, Wukong. Come with me.” Sol gave a fierce grin. “It’s time to slay a god.”