I Become Sect master In Another World-Chapter 147: Broken bones, Unbroken Resolve
The valley-hall had gone eerily quiet.
Dust drifted through the fractured air like dying embers.
Beast corpses lay scattered across the stone fields.
Far beyond the cracked terrain, royal guards regrouped, weaker sects backed away, and Cultivators scrambled to heal themselves and helping those who had collapsed.
But in the very center of the battlefield—
Two figures stood facing one another.
Shaurya…
and Shadow Blade An Ning.
They didn't speak.
Didn't blink.
Didn't even breathe loudly.
It was the kind of stillness that made the entire realm feel smaller.
The kind that made the atmosphere tighten, as if the secret realm itself was holding its breath.
Golden aura curled faintly around Shaurya's shoulders.
Black shadow-like spiritual wind coiled around An Ning's boots.
A single spark between them could ignite a war.
The spark came—
when both of them smiled.
Not politely.
Not arrogantly.
But like two predators acknowledging each other.
And then—
They roared.
"COME!!"
Their voices overlapped.
Both of them vanished.
The place where they stood exploded into stone dust.
A BLUR of gold.
A BLUR of black.
They collided.
B O O O O O O O O M —!!
A shockwave burst outward like a detonated sun.
The nearest cliffs cracked.
Floating rubble vaporized.
Dozens of cultivators stumbled, shielding their faces from the gale-force blast.
Inside the protective dome, disciples gasped—
"They vanished!"
"Master—He's keeping up with a Spirit Lord!?"
"No—he's being pushed back!"
But no one could look away.
The fight had truly begun.
Shaurya skidded backward from the initial collision, boots carving long trenches in the stone.
An Ning followed instantly, fist cocked back.
Shaurya ducked—
WHOOOOSH!
A black rippling fist tore through air and blasted a crater where Shaurya's head had been.
Shaurya twisted his torso, planted his foot, and counterpunched.
Golden knuckles smashed toward An Ning's jaw—
But the ancient master leaned just enough to the side.
The punch grazed his cheek, making his hair flutter.
An Ning's lips curled.
"Too slow."
His knee shot up.
Shaurya crossed his arms—
THUDDD!!
The impact hammered against his guard and launched him upward.
An Ning teleported above him.
He brought both fists down—
Shaurya raised his own—
FIST TO FIST.
KAA-THOOOOOM!
Both were blown apart by the collision.
Shaurya flipped in air using Aerial Steps, feet tapping invisible platforms as he regained balance.
But An Ning flashed to his side and hammered a kick into his ribs.
BAMMM!!
Shaurya coughed blood mid-air.
He spiraled—
Twisted—
Landed on his palms—
Flipped upright again.
The moment he steadied himself—
An Ning was already on top of him.
Black aura gathered around his elbow.
Shaurya lifted his hand to counter—
Too late.
CRACK—!!
An Ning's elbow slammed into Shaurya's cheek, snapping his head sideways and flinging him into a boulder.
The boulder exploded.
Shaurya shot out of the stone dust and lunged with a fierce hook.
An Ning blocked it with a single finger.
A single. Finger.
Shaurya's eye twitched.
An Ning smirked—
Then spun and kicked him full-force in the abdomen.
THOOOOOM!!
Shaurya flew across the ground, bouncing off stone, carving a 20-meter trench before stopping.
He staggered to his feet, wiping blood from his lip.
"Not bad…" Shaurya muttered.
An Ning chuckled.
"You're fun."
Shaurya's aura sharpened.
"Then let's make it more fun."
He burst forward.
Aerial Steps ignited under his boots—
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM—
Every step made his body blur faster.
He appeared in front of An Ning—
And unleashed a blinding flurry of punches. His fist covered in silver aura.
"MOUNTAIN BREAKING FISTS."
Silver fists barraged forward, dozens per second—
But An Ning weaved around every hit, swaying his body elegantly as if he were dancing.
Only one punch connected—
CRACK!
It smashed across An Ning's face.
A visible shock went through the valley.
"He hit him!"
"Master landed a clean blow!"
An Ning slowly turned his head back.
A faint bruise tinted his cheek.
"…You dare," he whispered.
Then he grinned—
and went feral.
His fist slammed into Shaurya's temple. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
BAAAM!!
Shaurya's body twisted from the blow—
Before he could recover, An Ning punched him again from the other side.
THUD!!
Then a rising knee into his gut—
BHOOM!!
Then a spinning kick into his jaw—
CRACK!!
Shaurya flew back, crashed into the ground, tumbling violently until he stopped with a groan.
An Ning walked toward him slowly.
"No cultivation technique," An Ning muttered, cracking his neck.
"Just with my bare hands. And look—"
He lifted a finger mockingly.
"You're already struggling."
Shaurya coughed blood.
"Yeah… so?
I like a challenge."
An Ning raised a brow.
"You say that—yet you forget something."
He gripped the hilt of the sword resting on his waist.
Black aura surged violently around it.
Shaurya's eyes widened.
"No way— He hasn't even used his sword yet!?"
An Ning smirked cruelly.
"Let's fix that."
He unsheathed his sword—
One inch.
That was all.
One inch was enough to unleash hell.
The space split.
Horizontal. Vertical. Diagonal.
DOZENS of black spiritual slashes—thin as hair, lethal as death—erupted toward Shaurya at impossible speed.
"—!!"
He didn't even have time to breathe.
The slashes hit him.
SWWWHIP!!
SWWWHIP!!
SWWWHIP!!
Dust exploded in every direction.
Shaurya's body jerked as the slashes tore across his skin—
Shoulder. Chest. Arms. Thigh. Hip. Back.
Blood sprayed into the air. Shaurya's eyes widened in shock.
He dropped to one knee, coughing thick red.
His vision blurred. His breath hitched. His aura flickered.
Inside the barrier, Lin Shu clutched her chest, eyes wide with horror.
"Shaurya—!!"
Elder Liya's expression darkened.
Meng Liyu cursed under his breath.
Even the royal heirs' faces went pale.
And beneath all the chaos—
An Ning's brows lifted slightly.
"…You survived that?" He tilted his head. "Interesting. I expected pieces. Or at least deeper wounds."
He sheathed his sword.
"Fine."
He cracked his knuckles.
"Show me more. I will punish you slowly… for daring to claim you are master of the Ghost Emperor and Fairy Empress."
Shaurya wiped the blood off his chin.
"…Yeah yeah," he muttered.
He stood slowly—
Golden aura beginning to gather again.
He raised his head.
His eyes snapped open—
Pupils turning GOLD.
A glowing Sudarshan Chakra mark ignited on his forehead.
Divine Form activated.
The air trembled—
The valley groaned—
Golden powerful pressure surged everywhere.
Even An Ning blinked in surprise.
"Oh?"
"Now THIS is interesting."
Shaurya crushed the ground beneath him as he rushed forward.
A golden streak shot across the valley—
He appeared in front of An Ning instantly.
His fist glowed with swirling pink and golden energy—
"BIZARRE FIST—!!"
He thrust his punch—
It cut through the air, leaving a distortion trail—
But hit nothing.
An Ning had vanished.
Shaurya's eyes widened.
Something flickered behind him.
He turned—
Too slow.
An Ning's foot slammed into his ribs with savage force.
B A A A A A M !!
Shaurya flew backward, flipping, landing on the ground and sliding until he dug his feet in and stopped.
He groaned.
An Ning laughed—
genuine, amused, wild.
"So where is your arrogance now?"
Shaurya gritted his teeth, jaw tight.
The ground cracked beneath both of them as their auras swelled.
They dashed.
Golden streak vs black streak.
They collided mid-air.
Shockwaves blasted outward in spirals, tearing apart stone, ripping cracks across the earth.
The pressure forced other sects to back away—
even Jade Kingdom and Crimson Mist retreated hundreds of meters to avoid being vaporized by aura alone.
The battlefield became a blur of:
Fists clashing—
Kicks tearing the air—
Bodies spinning—
Explosions erupting—
Shaurya was stronger than before.
Faster.
More ferocious.
But even in Divine Form—
An Ning overpowered him.
The ancient master's strikes were heavier.
Cleaner.
More precise.
Meant to break bones with minimal effort.
A knee slammed into Shaurya's abdomen.
"Guh—!!"
An elbow cracked across his jaw.
CRUNCH!!
Blood sprayed.
A tornado kick smashed into his chest. Blood comes out from his mouth.
THOOOOOOM!!
Shaurya flew.
He hit the ground, rolled, and slid until he lay on his back, body trembling.
Inside the barrier—
Lin Shu's breath stopped.
Muo Qian gripped Wang Tian's arm tightly.
Elder Wan clenched his fists.
An Ning sighed.
"I thought you would give me a real fight.
But you fall too easily, boy."
He raised one finger—
And swiped through the air.
A black slash shot toward Shaurya.
FAST.
Deadly.
Unavoidable.
Shaurya looked up vision blurred—
Eyes widening.
He couldn't block.
He couldn't dodge.
So he braced.
"Damn—"
The slash neared—
When suddenly—
A molten blur shot in front of him.
CLAAAAAANG!!!
The black slash ricocheted off shining lava scales.
Shaurya blinked.
"L-Lorgann…?"
The tiny palm-sized dragon stood in front of him, molten wings flared, eyes simmering with insulted rage.
The Primordial Lava Dragon hissed.
"How dare he try to kill my contractor? Even if he is ruler of this realm. I don't allow this."
It turned it's tiny, molten head slightly toward Shaurya.
"Need a hand?" he asked, voice low, calm… almost smug.
Shaurya blinked.
Everything doubled for a second—then focused just enough for him to make out the tiny dragon.
A weak laugh escaped his throat.
"Uhhh…"
He wiped blood off his lip with a shaky thumb.
"Of course…" he breathed out, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I really need help."
Lorgann snorted, molten steam puffing from his nostrils.
"Thought so."
Shaurya pushed himself to his feet, wobbling slightly.
An Ning raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Oh?
A pet dragon joins the fight now?"
Shaurya grinned.
"Not a pet.
A partner."
Lorgann growled, molten steam rising from his jaws.
An Ning clapped slowly, mockingly.
"Wonderful spirit."
"But do you truly think… the two of you can defeat me?"
Shaurya raised his fist.
Golden aura flared again.
He smiled—soft but unbreakable.
"Think?"
He tilted his head.
"We will definitely win."
He glanced sideways.
"Right, Lorgann?"
Lorgann paused.
Then—
His small form shook—
EXPANDED—
And exploded into his TRUE FORM.
A giant molten dragon towered over Shaurya, letting out a roar that shook the entire valley.
"NOW that you said it," Lorgann thundered, "we have no choice but to win."
Shaurya grinned wider.
"That's the spirit."
He stepped forward.
Lorgann stepped forward.
An Ning smirked darkly.
"Oh…
This will be fun."
The ground rumbled.
The air convulsed.
Two titanic auras—gold and lava—surged upward.
An Ning's shadow aura erupted in response.
The three forces collided silently—
Then the valley exploded.
The REAL battle…
had only just begun.
TO BE CONTINUED…
