Pirate Kingship-Chapter 569 - 416: Mastering Math and Science, You Can Travel the World Unafraid (Integrated 6200)_2
In the natural world, volcanic eruptions are one of the most dangerous natural disasters. Besides direct hazards like lava flows, volcanic ash, and toxic gases, they also trigger secondary disasters such as tsunamis and earthquakes.
Xinji Roca had lived in an active volcanic area for years. Through studying the secondary seismic waves during volcanic eruptions, he discovered two distinctly different types of fluctuations.
One was a longitudinal wave, where the direction of vibration was the same as the direction of propagation; its destructive power was very small. The other was a transverse wave, where the direction of vibration was perpendicular to the direction of propagation; its destructive power was extremely strong.
Based on the Solar Codex and after years of painstaking research, he finally created his own unique Secret Arcane Art—the Volcanic Ripple.
This ability could conduct vibrations, dissipate forces others applied to him, or transmit his own strength in the form of ripples to an enemy, causing an earthquake inside their body."
A Secret Arcane Art?
This Captain of the Guard truly is a formidable character who has risen from the grassroots. I’ve encountered many Mythical Creatures, but this is the first time I’ve come across a unique Secret Arcane Art—it’s truly magical.
Bruh, as reliable as ever in probing the depth of his opponents, also had a major problem: his standards for himself were too high, and his executive ability was excessive.
Byron sighed and no longer hesitated.
From his waist, the Warrior’s Cup shot out a pure white stream of water, transforming into a dark, heavy Big Spear. An Air Blast Ring then burst forth from underfoot.
Like an invisible and intangible phantom, he darted in front of Xinji Roca in a single step.
HUM—!
He gripped the Big Spear with his left hand and twisted its tail with his right. A wild wind suddenly erupted around him. It was indistinguishable whether it was caused by the Big Spear itself or by an endless maelstrom of Storm Elves in wild revelry.
The Big Spear’s shaft, like a dragon, had its scales flare out. It emitted a screeching hum while rotating at high speed, carrying with it the triple-strength power coiled within Byron. The impact instantly struck the opponent’s spear.
[Secret Art: Siege Hammer]
"Back off!"
Xinji Roca tried to use his old trick again, employing the Volcanic Ripple to direct part of the force into the Underworld and return the other part to Byron.
But he found that the ripples fed back through his spear seemed to vanish like a clay ox entering the sea, causing him no adverse effects at all.
Only on closer observation did he realize Byron was actually holding the Big Spear lightly; he was purely wielding the weapon with wind that obeyed his every command.
The dark red ripple was but an imperceptible hair’s breadth away from his palms, yet in reality, the distance was as insurmountable as a chasm.
It was precisely negated by the core principle of this Secret Arcane Art.
And as the Fourth Order power on that Big Spear grew stronger, Xinji Roca no longer dared to stand still and take the hit head-on.
Borrowing the force to take a large step back, he also allowed Bruh, who had already reached his limit, to regain his freedom and retreat from the battlefield under Byron’s command.
This Son of the Sun, born into the lower-middle class of the Empire yet exceptionally talented, watched Byron with a shocked and uncertain expression.
My Secret Arcane Art didn’t work? Why?!
My Divine Descendant bloodline is weak. Even after enduring immense hardships to advance to a Fourth Order Mythical Creature, my Life Essence is far inferior to princes and princesses of the Direct Lineage.
Compared to them, the difference is as vast as that between a dwarf and a normal human. It’s only by relying on this Volcanic Ripple that I’ve managed to carve a bloody path through the many lesser bloodlines.
He couldn’t possibly have seen the flaw in my Secret Arcane Art just by looking at it.
A coincidence. This must be just a coincidence!
He glanced sideways at "Princess Perta," who was watching the battle, and received an "encouraging" look from her. He was suddenly reinvigorated, as if injected with chicken blood, and decided to end the fight quickly.
With a sudden transformation, his body inflated like a balloon, becoming a Son of the Sun over five meters tall, his golden body tinged with a hint of orange-red.
Compared to the pure gold flames Atahualpa had manifested, this signified insufficient temperature and an impure bloodline.
Taking a step forward, he swung his gilded spear, now as thick as a house beam, towards Byron.
Even the high-grade Miracle Spear bent into an arc under the tremendous force. Its tip tore through the air, carrying with it the scorching dust and Mars in the air like a launched crossbow as it rushed towards Byron.
The Great Power of the mere shockwave far surpassed the volley fire of flintlock guns.
A blazing white halo erupted above Byron’s head, and the chirping of a thousand birds sounded from within his body.
"Whistling Deity’s Descent!"
His other "self" expanded limitlessly, contacting the surrounding heaven and earth in an indescribable way, then drawing immeasurable amounts of complex information and natural power from them back to his brain.
His body and all his transcendent abilities were perfectly mobilized, subtly merging into the wind.
BOOM—!!!
The spear missed. The terrifying power it carried, amplified by the ripples, transformed into a forty-meter-long great blade that slammed down, violently tearing apart everything in its path.
A deep gash was left in the earth, like a grievous, gaping wound. Many in the watching crowd lost their footing and fell to the ground.
Even a landscape stone thirty meters away, larger than a water buffalo, was neatly cleaved in two, demonstrating the ferocity of this Secret Arcane Art, the Volcanic Ripple.
Even a small fortress, had it stood in his way, would not have withstood more than a few blows.
Yet Byron, as if a Prophet, once again lifted off the ground in advance, standing aloft on the strong wind, evading the Secret Arcane Art’s impact.
Only his upper garments were torn by the rain-like barrage of Mars, which he casually ripped off and threw to the ground,
exposing a muscular upper body with smooth, flowing lines.
His bronze skin shone with a jade-like, lustrous sheen, and his already handsome and majestic face seemed to be glowing.
