I Become Sect master In Another World-Chapter 153: The Man who refused to fall
Shaurya stood.
Not straight.
Not steady.
His back was slightly bent, spine letting out faint, brittle cracks as he forced his body upright. Blood slid down his arm, dripping from his fingers and splashing onto the fractured stone below. His legs trembled violently—muscles screaming, bones barely holding together.
One hundred and twenty-five broken bones.
And yet—
He refused to fall.
Behind him, towering into the ruined sky, stood his Spiritual Spirit Body.
A massive golden manifestation shaped exactly like him—broad-shouldered, calm-faced, eyes closed, radiating overwhelming pressure. Its presence alone crushed the air, pressing down on the battlefield like an invisible mountain.
In front of him—
Shadow Blade An Ning stood silently.
His posture was upright. His breathing controlled. His eyes sharp and calculating.
For a brief moment, he simply observed Shaurya.
Then he spoke.
"I didn’t expect you to possess a Spiritual Spirit Body," An Ning said in a cold, even tone.
"When I thought you had no way left to surprise me..."
His gaze narrowed.
"...you still managed to do it."
He took a single step forward.
"I don’t understand how you’re still standing," he continued.
"After injuries like that. It’s as if your spiritual energy has no end."
His eyes locked onto Shaurya.
"What exactly are you made of, Shaurya?"
Shaurya laughed.
Not loudly.
Not cleanly.
A rough, breathless laugh escaped his chest, mixed with pain.
"Heh..."
"I’m just... built different."
An Ning straightened his posture completely.
"That’s good."
His grip tightened around his sword.
"Are you ready?"
Shaurya smiled.
A slow, stubborn smile.
"I was born ready."
He lifted the Meteorite Sword upward.
Behind him, the Spiritual Spirit Body mirrored the movement perfectly—its colossal arm rising, a massive golden spiritual blade forming in its grasp.
Golden aura poured out.
The ground began to tremble.
Cracks spread outward from Shaurya’s feet, racing across the battlefield like lightning. Loose stones rattled violently, some lifting into the air under the pressure alone.
The Spirit Body radiated power—dense, heavy, absolute.
An Ning slid his right foot back half a step.
Black spiritual energy surged from his body.
It didn’t explode outward.
It condensed.
Dark energy gathered in front of him, folding in on itself, compressing tighter and tighter until it solidified.
A sword began to take shape.
Not a shadow.
Not smoke.
A massive black spiritual sword, sharp-edged and absolute, humming with annihilating force.
The air screamed as it fully materialized.
Shaurya roared.
"Divine Sword Art: Heavenfall Verdict!"
He brought his sword down.
A single, vertical motion.
No hesitation.
No flourish.
The Spiritual Spirit Body followed.
Its gigantic golden blade descended in perfect alignment with Shaurya’s strike, tearing downward with catastrophic pressure. The space beneath it collapsed. The ground cratered before the blade even reached it.
An Ning roared in response.
"Shadow Blade Art: Void-Ending Sovereign Blade!"
He thrust his sword forward.
The massive black spiritual sword surged upward, meeting the descending golden blade head-on.
The moment they collided—
The world broke.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!!!
Shockwaves detonated outward in layered rings.
The protective barrier housing the Sanatan Flame Sect, Howling Abyss Sect, and Moonlight Pavilion shook violently, golden runes flickering wildly.
Cultivators farther away were thrown off their feet like dolls. Some were blasted hundreds of meters back, bodies tumbling uncontrollably through the air.
The two royal families’ guards barely managed to shield their princes before being smashed into the ground.
Shaurya and An Ning screamed.
Both pushing.
Golden and black energies crushed against each other, grinding, tearing, screaming.
A blinding white light erupted from the collision point.
Then—
BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM—!!!!!
A catastrophic explosion swallowed everything.
The entire battlefield vanished.
The giant hall shattered.
The shockwave tore through the castle walls and burst outward, visible outside the secret realm’s structure itself.
Mountains trembled.
The realm shook.
Dust and debris exploded outward for over fifty kilometers, swallowing everything in sight.
Silence followed.
Then—
Movement.
Figures emerged from the dust.
Royal soldiers, bleeding, barely standing, dragging injured comrades.
Sect cultivators crawling out from rubble, coughing blood.
Then—
A roar.
LORGANN burst through the dust in his original form, his roar tearing the haze apart. His wings flapped violently, generating massive gusts that scattered the dust ahead of him.
Inside the shattered barrier—
Sanatan Flame Sect disciples coughed violently.
The original formation collapsed completely.
But Elder Wan reacted instantly.
Three emergency barriers snapped into existence, barely containing the remaining shockwave.
Even then, everyone was thrown to their knees.
Lin Shu’s eyes widened in terror.
"Shaurya!"
She tried to rush forward—
But Elder Hua and Elder Liya grabbed her at the same time.
"Let go of me!" she screamed. "Please! I have to find him!"
Elder Liya pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Calm down," she said firmly.
"Wait for the dust to settle."
Lorgann roared again, wings flaring.
The dust finally parted.
The scene revealed itself.
The castle was gone.
Reduced to ruins.
At the center—
Shadow Blade An Ning stood.
His body was injured. His robe torn. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth. His breathing was heavy, uneven.
He steadied himself.
Then his eyes narrowed.
They locked onto a pile of broken stone.
Everyone followed his gaze.
And froze.
Shaurya lay buried beneath the rubble.
Eyes closed.
Divine form gone.
His upper robe torn open on the right side.
Blood flowed from his body like a river, running down the stones and pooling on the ground below.
Lin Shu collapsed to her knees.
"N... No..." she whispered.
"This can’t be..."
An Ning stared silently.
Then sighed.
"You were amazing, boy," he said quietly.
"One of the few who pushed me this far."
He took a step forward.
"Because of you, I enjoyed myself after centuries."
His eyes hardened.
"But it’s over."
"One more attack..."
"You will die."
He opened his mouth—
Then stopped.
His eyes widened.
The rubble began to tremble.
Golden sparks flickered between the stones.
Shaurya’s teeth clenched.
Golden aura leaked from his body.
The stones shook violently.
A system window appeared.
> System:
Host... stop.
You have 188 broken bones.
Your spine is fractured.
Your lungs and kidneys are heavily damaged.
Blood loss is critical.
There is no meaning in continuing.
Shaurya’s fingers twitched.
Eight finger bones shattered.
Still—he tried to clench his fist.
"I... don’t care," he rasped.
"As long as I’m breathing..."
"I won’t fall."
His breathing was ragged, wet.
"It’s my body..."
"It has to listen to me."
Golden aura surged.
An Ning stared in disbelief.
Shaurya inhaled sharply through his mouth.
"I won’t lose..."
"I won’t lose..."
"I am Shaurya..."
"I will win—win—win!"
His eyes snapped open.
Completely golden.
"HAR HAR MAHADEV!"
BOOOOOOOOM—!!!!
A pillar of golden light erupted skyward.
The rubble exploded outward, stones pulverized mid-air.
Shaurya rose.
Blood stopped dripping.
His body trembled violently—but it rose.
The system spoke again, stunned.
> System:
Host...
You are forcefully healing broken bones and internal organs using spiritual energy.
What... are you?
Shaurya straightened.
Golden Sudarshan Chakra blazed on his forehead.
His eyes opened.
Molten gold.
His body ignited in golden energy—
Then slowly—
It faded like drifting golden dust.
Shaurya stood.
Straight.
Silent.
Unyielding.
Another system message appeared.
> System:
Oh my Narayan...
You have broken through Nascent Soul Level 12.
Remaining broken bones: 36.
Shaurya smiled faintly.
"I told you, Systu..."
"I won’t lose."
Shadow Blade An Ning stood amid the ruins.
Broken stone surrounded him. Dust drifted in slow currents around his boots. The air still carried the heavy aftershock of the catastrophic clash, vibrating faintly as if the battlefield itself had not yet recovered.
He stared at the collapsed pile of stone ahead.
At the place where Shaurya lay buried.
For several long moments, he did not move.
Then—
He let out a slow breath.
A sigh.
"You were amazing, boy," An Ning said quietly.
His voice carried no mockery now. No arrogance. Only acknowledgment.
"You’re one of the very few fighters who pushed me this far."
He lowered his gaze slightly.
"Because of you... I enjoyed myself after centuries."
He straightened.
"But now," he continued calmly, "it’s over."
His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword.
"One more attack... and you will be dead."
His eyes hardened.
"I know you won’t accept defeat," An Ning said.
"But you’ve already lost this batt—"
Suddenly—
His eyes widened.
The stone ruin trembled.
At first, it was subtle.
A faint vibration ran through the broken rocks.
Then—
CRACK.
Golden sparks leaked out from between the stones.
Tiny at first. Flickering like dying embers.
An Ning froze.
The trembling intensified.
Inside the rubble—
Shaurya’s body shook violently.
His teeth clenched so hard they ground together.
Golden sparks burst from his skin, crawling across the broken stone like living veins of light.
The rocks began to shake harder.
Pebbles rolled.
Cracks widened.
The entire ruin trembled as if something inside was refusing to stay buried.
A system window flashed before Shaurya’s blurred vision.
> [System Alert]
Host... don’t push yourself.
You have 188 broken bones.
Your spine is shattered in two.
Your kidneys and lungs are severely injured.
You have critical blood loss.
There is no meaning in pushing yourself further.
You are only struggling.
Rest, Host.
Otherwise, you will die...
or become permanently paralyzed.
Shaurya’s breath came out in broken gasps.
He tried to move his hand.
Pain exploded.
Eight finger bones shattered under the attempt.
His fingers barely twitched.
Still—
In a low, broken voice, he spoke.
"I... I don’t care..."
Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth as his damaged lungs struggled.
"Even if my bones are broken... even if everything inside me is shattered..."
His chest heaved.
"As long as I’m breathing..."
"I won’t fall."
His body shook violently.
Golden sparks intensified.
"This is my body," Shaurya whispered, teeth clenched.
"And it has to listen to me."
His voice faltered for a second as pain surged again.
"...It has to act..."
He inhaled sharply through his mouth, choking on blood.
"...on my will."
His hand trembled.
Weakly.
But it clenched.
Golden aura began to leak from his body.
Not exploding.
Not surging.
But forcing itself out, inch by inch.
An Ning stared.
Disbelief crept into his eyes.
He had seen countless cultivators.
Countless monsters.
But this—
This defied reason.
Shaurya gasped for breath, chest convulsing.
"I won’t lose..."
Each word was dragged out through agony.
"I won’t lose..."
His voice rose, breaking.
"I am Shaurya."
"I will win."
His breathing turned ragged.
"Win... win..."
"No matter what..."
"I will win."
"JAI SHREE HARI."
The golden aura exploded.
BOOOOOOM—!!!
A violent burst of golden energy erupted from the rubble.
The stone ruin detonated outward.
Rocks shattered.
Massive chunks of stone were flung into the air, pulverized mid-flight by the sheer pressure.
A pillar of golden light tore upward from the ground, piercing the dust-filled sky and flooding the battlefield with blinding radiance.
The air screamed.
The ground cracked further.
An Ning instinctively took a step back.
His jaw dropped.
From within the golden pillar—
A figure moved.
Shaurya’s body slowly rose.
Blood stopped dripping from his wounds.
His fists clenched, trembling violently.
His body bent forward due to his broken spine, head hanging low.
Golden energy surged around him, roaring like a storm.
He tried to lift his head.
It fell again.
His teeth ground together.
The golden aura flared even harder.
The system spoke again—this time, shaken.
> [System]
Host...
I also want to know what you are made of.
You are forcefully healing your internal injuries and bones
using spiritual energy alone.
Slowly.
Painfully.
He raised his body fully upright.
He closed his eyes.
The golden Sudarshan Chakra mark ignited once more on his forehead.
Brilliant.
Perfect.
His eyes snapped open.
Pupils returned—
Molten gold.
He screamed.
"HAR HAR MAHADEV—!!!"
The golden aura detonated outward.
BOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!
A massive shockwave rippled across the battlefield, tearing apart lingering dust clouds and forcing everyone to stagger back.
Shaurya’s entire body turned golden.
Not light.
Not illusion.
But pure, condensed spiritual energy coating his flesh.
The ground beneath his feet cracked again.
Cultivators stared in disbelief.
Lin Shu stood up.
Her knees shook, but Elder Liya and Elder Hua caught her, steadying her.
Her eyes were wide.
Then—
She smiled.
Tears streamed down her face, but her lips curved upward.
"He’s... standing..."
The golden energy surrounding Shaurya began to dissipate.
Not violently.
But gently.
Like golden dust drifting away on the wind.
Particle by particle.
Until—
He stood there.
Straight.
Unbent.
Expression calm.
Focused.
Alive.
The system window appeared again.
> [System Notification]
Oh my Narayan, Host...
You have broken through to Nascent Soul Level 12.
Your remaining broken bones have reduced from 188
to 36.
A faint smile tugged at Shaurya’s lips.
He exhaled slowly.
"I told you, Systu..."
His golden eyes locked onto An Ning.
"I will not lose."
The battlefield fell silent.
Shadow Blade An Ning stared at him.
An Ning clenched his fists.
The sound of his knuckles tightening echoed faintly in the ruined hall.
His eyes sharpened, pupils contracting as they locked onto the figure standing amid shattered stone and drifting golden residue.
"How..." he muttered.
Then louder, disbelief cutting into his voice.
"How did you do this?"
He took one step forward, boots crunching broken rock.
"You were on the verge of death," An Ning said, voice tense.
"And now you’ve become even more powerful."
Across from him, Shaurya inhaled deeply.
The breath went cleanly into his lungs.
No hitch.
No burning.
He exhaled slowly.
A calm smile formed on his blood-streaked face.
"I’m just like this," Shaurya said lightly.
"Built different."
He straightened his posture and took a step forward.
Golden aura rippled faintly around his body.
"And this battle," he continued, eyes locked on An Ning,
"will end with my victory."
Another step.
"Get ready."
His stance lowered.
"Here I come."
The ground cracked.
Shaurya vanished.
At the same instant, black aura burst outward from An Ning’s body as he surged forward.
They appeared in front of each other—
Fists raised.
An Ning clenched his hand, veins bulging, knuckles whitening.
Shaurya’s fist shot forward.
An Ning’s fist met it.
BOOOOOOM—!!!
A thunderous shockwave detonated outward.
The ground beneath their feet shattered in spiderweb cracks, stone slabs lifting slightly before crashing back down.
Both screamed.
Their bodies blurred.
They vanished again.
Explosions erupted across the ruined castle floor—each impact marking where fists and feet struck faster than the eye could track.
Shaurya’s breakthrough showed immediately.
With Divine Form active and his cultivation raised, his movements no longer lagged behind.
Using Aerial Steps, he matched An Ning’s speed blow for blow.
They tore through the ruined hall.
A half-collapsed wall shattered as Shaurya was driven through it, stone exploding outward. He burst free, feet striking the ground hard as he slid backward across broken tiles.
Before he could fully stop—
An Ning appeared in front of him.
His fist swung.
Shaurya sidestepped at the last moment, the punch tearing through air where his head had been.
An Ning spun instantly, momentum carrying into a brutal leg swing.
Shaurya raised his right forearm.
THUD—!!
The kick slammed into his arm, shock rattling his bones.
Shaurya shoved the leg aside with his forearm and thrust his left fist forward.
CRACK—!!
His punch smashed into An Ning’s cheek.
Before An Ning could recover, Shaurya followed with a right punch—
But An Ning blocked it, snapping his left fist forward.
BAM—!!
The strike landed squarely on Shaurya’s face.
Shaurya staggered back one step.
An Ning rushed in, fist driving into Shaurya’s abdomen.
THOOM—!!
Shaurya coughed blood—
But grabbed An Ning’s wrist mid-strike.
His grip tightened.
He yanked An Ning forward and smashed his forehead into An Ning’s face.
CRACK—!!
An Ning’s eyes widened.
Both stumbled back.
Blood dripped from An Ning’s forehead, splashing onto broken stone.
His teeth ground together.
"You dare—!"
He vanished.
Appearing behind Shaurya.
Shaurya spun instantly—
An Ning’s fist was already swinging.
Shaurya ducked under it and slammed his fist downward into An Ning’s foot.
BOOM—!!
The ground cratered under the impact.
An Ning snarled in pain.
Shaurya leapt upward, twisting his body mid-air—
And drove a brutal uppercut into An Ning’s jaw.
KRAAACK—!!
An Ning was launched backward like a ragdoll, smashing through shattered pillars.
Shaurya landed lightly, shoulders rising and falling.
Sapphire flames ignited around his hands.
He thrust both palms forward.
"Now taste this."
A concentrated flame beam erupted from his hands, ripping through the air.
It slammed into An Ning mid-air, driving him backward into the remaining ruins of the castle.
BOOOOOOM—!!
Stone exploded.
Dust erupted violently.
Shaurya exhaled, chest heaving.
But—
A black spiritual slash tore out of the dust.
Shaurya’s eyes widened.
He bent backward sharply, the blade slicing past inches from his face.
He dropped his hands to the ground and flipped backward—
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Four.
Landing in a low stance just as An Ning burst from the dust.
Shaurya raised his hand.
From the ruins, the Meteorite Sword tore free, ripping stone apart as it flew into his grasp.
Shaurya rushed forward.
An Ning raised his sword.
Shaurya jumped, meeting him head-on.
Just before impact, the sword slammed into Shaurya’s hand.
He clenched the hilt and swung horizontally.
KAAAAANG—!!
Their swords collided.
Shockwaves blasted outward, tearing chunks from walls and pillars.
Both were thrown back.
They roared.
Charged again.
Slashing.
Colliding.
Golden arcs smashed against black arcs in rapid succession.
CLANG—CLASH—SCREEEE—!!
Energy burst from each impact.
Shaurya screamed—
"Ultimate Sword Strike!"
An Ning roared—
"Mountain Cutting Slash!"
Their attacks collided.
BOOOOOOM—!!
The explosion blasted both swords from their hands.
The blades skidded across stone.
They didn’t hesitate.
Both stepped forward.
Fists raised.
Their fists collided.
No pause.
Punches.
Kicks.
Elbows.
Knees.
Each strike chained into the next.
An Ning swung—
Shaurya sidestepped.
Shaurya countered—
An Ning blocked.
Blows landed one after another.
Shaurya’s golden pupils flared brighter.
He surged forward, driving An Ning back.
An Ning’s eyes widened—
Just for a moment.
Shaurya slammed his knee into An Ning’s abdomen.
THUD—!!
An Ning coughed blood.
Shaurya grabbed his head and smashed it down onto his knee.
Blood burst from An Ning’s nose.
An Ning shoved Shaurya away and countered—
Punch aimed for Shaurya’s face.
Shaurya spun just before impact, catching An Ning’s arm at the elbow.
He twisted.
An Ning screamed in pain.
Shaurya leapt backward and struck An Ning’s face with a blind left punch.
An Ning staggered.
Shaurya rushed again.
An Ning swung—
Shaurya ducked low, sweeping his leg into An Ning’s knees.
An Ning lost balance.
Shaurya spun and smashed his elbow into An Ning’s face.
An Ning flipped through the air and slammed face-first into the ground.
Blood pooled beneath him.
He lifted his head—
Shaurya was already there.
Shaurya kicked upward.
CRACK—!!
His foot smashed into An Ning’s jaw, launching him backward.
An Ning flipped mid-air and landed on his feet, coughing blood.
Shaurya rolled his shoulder.
A grin spread across his face.
"What happened now?" he said.
"Weren’t you going to defeat me?"
An Ning’s eyes burned with rage.
He roared.
"You will pay for this!"
Black aura erupted violently from his body.
Shaurya laughed.
"I’m ready to pay," he said casually.
"I have too much money."
An Ning clenched his fists, teeth grinding.
"You arrogant boy—!"
He rushed forward like a black streak.
Shaurya screamed with laughter.
"Hahahaha—! Come on!"
Golden aura burst from him.
He rushed forward like a golden streak.
They closed the distance—
Breath away from collision.
Shaurya smiling.
An Ning enraged.
Fists raised.
The moment before impact—
The battlefield seemed to hold its breath.
TO BE CONTINUED...
