A Cultivation Tale: The Godly Punisher

Once Alex appeared in the region where the competition would take place, he flew in a direction no one took. He took this particular direction because he wanted to give gap between himself and the other saint stage cultivators. 

Using his powerful vision to look far into the distance to know if there was no one in there, he continued to fly at many times the speed of sound till he felt dizziness and an intense aching pain racking his soul before he stopped flying and quickly willed his body to reverse the transformation. 

At least, for the moment, he had given a lot of distance between him and the Saint stage cultivators. Then he produced pills which he swallowed. Instantly, the dizziness and pain he felt vanished.

Not long after the slit closed, the ancient voice rang out again.

"Let the slaughter begin"

Once it said this, the eyes of everyone that had entered shone with fierceness and brutality. They glowed with the towering intent to kill all in their path. That was the way of an expert. Climbing up the corpses of thousands of opponents to the top and reign as supreme.

Alex's eyes was full of killing intent. He remembered the many faces he memorized. These faces he clearly recalled belonged to the people that seriously pissed him off due to the way they treated the mortals.

But now was not the time to set out for them. There was still time as thousands had to be slaughtered. Besides, they could be anywhere in this vast region. Only when the numbers have greatly reduced and the remaining had gathered at a place for the battle to be the ultimate inheritor of the legacy would he be able to see them. That's only if they made it to the last stage. Alex thought.

So in the meantime, all he could do was search, pillage and destroy. He hadn't forgotten one of his goal which was to build his own collection of treasures and wealth of sapphirstones. Therefore he had to become a marauder in this place. He would seize their possessions and make it his. 

Alex knew that majority of the cultivators here were from higher worlds. All the ones from lower worlds had backed out when the voice said everyone of them had to be slaughtered to get only the last challenger. So since many of them here were from higher worlds, they would have at least rare-level treasure-artifacts and good-quality sapphirstones. Thinking of all this made Alex smile blissfully.

'I would certainly become rich in this place' He said inwardly in an excited tone.

Then he began his hunt for any saint stage cultivator. But he knew in his mind that he was powerless against them. The only thing to do is to transform and quickly finish them off before he fainted or he would be the one to be killed here. 

Anyways, he had built up a small pile of both defensive and offensive treasures. These were what he prepared when coming here and for the rest of his two-year adventurous journey. 

Like the red-colored caped-robe which had a large hood that he wore, was an highly-defensive, treasure-outfit crafted by his mom. It was made from cloth-like materials that possessed a great degree of resilience and toughness. Initially, it was too large for him. As in it was oversized. But when he wore it and activated the shrinking-array in it, the robe's array absorbed shrinkforce energy from the surrounding and reduced from it oversize to a moderate size on Alex's body. While the full-face mask he wore would protect him from illusion since it had an illusion-breaking array that was stored in a spatial dimension compressed into it. Not forgetting The Purifier sword amongst others which was forged from natural, rare materials that gave out the power of sharpness since they were permeated with pure sword originforce energy. 

Also, he had created many battle-moves for himself just using his visualization and perception. Utilizing his vivid imagination coupled with his ultra perception state; a state he normally enters which heightens his senses by many folds and his mental faculty to a high degree, he was able to imaginatively combine different energies to produce many tyrannical attacks which he named. Although these skills were produced using his visualization which was powered by his vast-scale, absolute perception state, he was sure they would come out just the way he imagined them. 

Now wielding The Purifier sword and a ruby-colored halberd in his hand since he was ready to slash and hack, he moved into the distance to find his first kill.

Although he was searching for them, of course they would be searching for him too. Not really him, just the opponents they needed to slaughter to get points and advance forward in the deathly competition that they were participating in.

- Few hours later - 

As Alex walked bare-footed into the distance and deployed the full power of perception of his feel-sense just to detect the degree of nearness of an opponent to him, he suddenly heard something whistle at a high speed towards him from afar.

He knew that the object which was shooting towards him would be a sharp-pointed projectile launched by a saint stage cultivator who floated in the air many distances away since he wasn't able to perceive the vibration generated by the expert on the earth using his feel-sense.

With a quick turn, he smashed the halberd's sharp blade into it and a loud boom rang out. Then a wave of tyrannical energy instantly erupted from the point of impact and impacted Alex, causing him fly into the distance.

While shooting backwards through the air, since he had excellent maneuverability skills, he forced himself to turn in the air. Then he landed. But the force still acted on him as he still staggered backwards for sometime before regaining balance. 

He looked coldly at the Saint level expert that produced the projectile-attack and grasped his halberd-weapon tightly, ignoring the trembling of his hand. 

The hand which wielded the halberd trembled from the impact with the projectile. But surprisingly, it didn't shatter or even have bones jut out from it. It only trembled for some moment before the shakiness vanished. 

Actually, that hand was supposed to burst into mist of blood from the extremely heavy clash with the projectile. But it didn't. And this surprised the Saint stage cultivator very much. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed as Alex's hand didn't blow into pieces. He wasn't even shaken, talk more of being injured by the damaging force of the wave that resulted from the impact, despite not wearing an armor. But he wouldn't know Alex's caped robe was a highly-defensive armor in the form of a robe. 

If he could see Alex's hands which were covered with armor gloves, he would see that they gave a soft golden glow. These glows were given off by the strengthforce energy he permeated the bones in his hands with. 

As an energy that had it quality (density) augmented to a shocking degree by a type of originforce energy that had merged with it, therefore, when infused into Alex's bones, it would transform them to imitate the hardness of a peerless-grade, firmament-rank (heaven-rank) treasure-artifact. That is, it gave the bones of his hands the toughness and resilience of such kind of treasures. So with such a high degree of durability and imperviousness of his bones to impact-shocks and damage, they wouldn't shatter from the immensely heavy impact with the projectile unleashed by the Saint stage cultivator.

The Saint stage cultivator who flew towards Alex from afar was greatly surprised. Firstly, it was on how Alex was able to enter this place. A place where only Saint stage cultivators should only be able to enter. Yet, he who was in the condensation stage was able to enter without being obstructed by the restriction that would be put in place to prevent illegal entry. This became a mystery to him. He couldn't understand no matter how hard he thought about it. Secondly, it was on how Alex was able to deflect a projectile-attack imbued with his saint power without suffering a great injury or even dying.

When he got to Alex's front, he asked not caring the age of the person he was speaking to since the person was lower in cultivation to him "Brat! How did you get into this place?"

Alex looked at him frostily and said "Well, you should have asked me politely in the first place instead of attacking me. If I had died, would you ask my corpse such a stupid question?"

The Saint stage cultivator eyes narrowed before it radiated intense coldness and even killing intent.

"Brat, I will ask for the last time. How did you get into this place? How were you able to fly into this dimension and even go about undetected by the legacy-bestowing spirit? What treasure did you use? Hand it over to me if you want to see the next day" He ordered in a threatening tone.

Haha!

Alex laughed inwardly.

"Senior, I don't know what you are talking about. I was sleeping back at home when I suddenly awoke in this place. It's a mystery to me. Maybe it's by the hands of destiny that I am here." Alex said in a faked respectful tone.

The Saint stage cultivator gazed at Alex coldly. 

"You were sleeping when you suddenly woke up here? Brat, do you think I am a fool? Listen to the trash you are uttering. Is what you said possible in any way? So one could just wake up in a legacy ground from sleep? Haha! I have heard enough. If you don't provide a answer to my question, I will get my answer from your corpse." He stated in a threatening tone.

Haha!

Alex laughed arrogantly.

"Senior, why bully a young boy like me? I am nothing to you. Why don't you go slaughter the others for your points instead of picking on me who is in the condensation stage." He said. Then he continued "But since you are so bent on having some fucking treasure which I don't possess, you can come at me, your daddy for it." 

The eyes of the Saint level expert then narrowed with unbridled killing intent.

Just before he would shoot towards Alex with his right hand clenched into a fist, Alex's eyes turned completely blue and inverted yellow triangles appeared in them. In these triangles were three profound green characters.

Once these strange-looking eyes appeared, Alex's body began to emanate an aura of power that belonged only to a Saint stage cultivator.

He had transformed and was ready for a battle that he had to finish very fast. And he  hoped he could as he was taking a great risk.