SSS-Class Revival Hunter - Chapter 175

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Translator/Editor: ZERO_SUGAR

◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈

Chapter 175: My Son is Too Strong (2)

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“This brat?!"

I hastily grabbed the Holy Sword. There was no time to draw the blade, so I blocked the muscle pig's punch with the sheath itself. Kwaang! Aura clashed ferociously against aura.

-Ho?

I deliberately absorbed the momentum, retreating a good distance. The gap between Uburka and me widened. I used the spatial gap as a temporal buffer, gripped the sword hilt, and assumed my stance, ready to counter any sudden charge.

-Good. Very good!

Uburka smiled contentedly.

-Your muscles may look delicate, but you carry quite a bit of weight. Have you added the weight of your soul to the weight of your body?

“I always focus on internal muscles, you rude brat!”

-Ugor? Internal muscles? What is that?

“It means I look slim on the outside, but my inner muscles are solid! They maintain my physique while boosting my strength immensely. Internal muscles are the mark of a true master. Your style of muscles bulging outward is nothing but low-level!”

-Kekerkker is barking like a dog...

Chairman Uburka displayed a look of disbelief, and for a moment, his breathing slowed.

When faced with absurd nonsense, the human brain stiffens.

Seizing the moment of disrupted breathing, I swiftly lunged towards Uburka.

-Hmm!

Uburka's red eyes widened in surprise. He was significantly larger than an average Earth Spirit Tribe member, offering more spots to hit. I wrapped aura around the sheath, swinging it like a club.

“Sorry, kid! I’ll go easy on you!”

Chairman Uburka grinned.

-Ugor.

He looked down at me as I dived into his embrace. Just watching. Without twisting his body or guarding with his arms, he let my sheathed sword strike his torso.

Kaaang-

An unimaginable sound echoed. It wasn’t a thud or a slash, but a clang, as if striking solid metal. My palm tingled from the impact.

“Indestructible Iron Skin?!”

-My body is made of muscles.

Uburka revealed his fangs and chuckled.

-I was born with albinism. Sunlight irritated me, and my poor eyesight was a hassle. I couldn’t even smear mud on myself under the scorching sun. I wondered why I couldn’t enjoy simple pleasures easily. Then, one day, I realized!

Uburka spread his arms.

-If I covered my body with aura, there’s no problem!

Insane.

-Since that day, I dedicated myself to aura training. First, I practiced coating my entire skin with aura, even if just for a second. One second, two seconds, three seconds, one minute, two minutes, three minutes… When I could maintain it for over an hour, I became an adult, and when I reached over a day, I ascended as Chairman. To me, Uburka, congenital deficiencies were but minor obstacles!

The Hobgoblin struck a bodybuilder's pose.

His biceps undulated.

"Ugh."

Had I eaten anything greasy, that truly uncanny and obscene throbbing might have left my stomach in serious distress.

-I trained my muscles to be infused with aura! When muscles tear, aura aids regeneration. Reconstructed this way, muscles become better conduits for aura. By tearing and regrowing, I achieved the ultimate muscles!

Ulk! Bulk!

Uburka’s left and right chest muscles took turns bulging.

Remarkable. My eyes and psychological defenses are taking severe damage. He’s causing damage without even touching me, a truly peak-level master.

-At last, I gained control over every muscle, from the smallest to the thickest! Muscles and aura! Aura and muscles! This is the Muscle Path I have pioneered!

What a high-level nonsense.

-Strangely, no one else seems to follow it. Poor fools! It's simple if you use aura with the intention of reconstructing your body from scratch.

“Wait a minute… You don’t mean to say you’ve achieved Metamorphosis...?”

-You, who may be our father!

The child who might have achieved the first-ever title of “Metamorphosed Muscle Pig” in Earth Spirit Tribe history, shouted.

-You're stronger than I thought! Excellent! I've found an opponent I can hit without holding back. So, attack me with all your strength too!

“Wow. I feel weird saying this, but Uburka, you really know nothing but fighting...”

-Heart is Body! Will is Muscle! Knowledge is Flesh!

Firm! His already magma-like muscles suddenly inflated as if warning of a volcanic eruption.

Inflating.

“What, what?”

They kept inflating.

“Kid...?”

Uburka had become enormous.

Not an exaggeration, he was as big as a hill.

He overshadowed me to the point where I was hidden in his shadow.

“Isn’t that a bit too much growth...?”

It wasn’t his physical body that grew.

His [aura] expanded into [an enlarged form of Uburka].

Like a pilot in a giant robot, Uburka's real body would be inside that giant figure.

In other words, that hill-sized figure was entirely, completely made of aura!

-Phew.

Kwoong! The ground trembled.

Uburka moved his foot, and the earth danced to his rhythm.

I looked up at Uburka like Thumbelina.

“T-that’s a serious killing intent. Can you shrink back down? Daddy's getting scared here...”

-This is my true form!

Giant Mode Uburka roared.

-From every joint of my fingers to every blow of my fist, nothing lies outside my will! Dreamer who calls himself the White Lion! My fist shall pierce your heart!

“Hey! Hey! This is parricide, I tell you!”

-Good. If the name of victory is parricide, then I gladly become a parricide!

Uburka joyfully shouted his martial arts name. Then, a fist as large as a house cast a shadow over my head and fell.

Ssibal Aura Art: Giant Style.

No Form.

The Crushing Fist.

A name utterly devoid of elegance!

“That’s too much for a martial arts name?!”

-The value of martial arts is proven by power, not by name!

Indeed, he was right. Uburka had exchanged naming sense for profound destructive power.

One strike.

The earth split.

Two strikes tore the ground, and three cracked the underground.

Rain-like fist strikes.

The bedrock shattered. The hot aura, instantaneously grinding the soil, splattered mud on my face. Suddenly, I was drenched in mud like a drenched rat.

“It's hot!!”

I screamed, dodging Uburka's relentless onslaught.

“Brute! A brute that shakes the world! Ah, I didn’t raise you like this!”

-Cut the bullshit, Zombie. You cannot go easy on him just because he is one of the kids you raised.

As I danced around to dodge, Guardian Spirit spoke.

-In the martial world, parents and children sometimes split and fight. Even a sect that makes family feuds a tradition exists.

“Damn it!”

I drew my sword.

“Now I don’t care anymore!”

-I stopped caring a long time ago!

“You’re proud of that, you brat!”

I gathered my aura.

I envisioned flames.

In the basement torture chamber of a certain mansion.

‘The outstretched hand of the chained child flickers with flames.’

The resentment of a child who died young.

'Fire.'

My heart heats up instantly.

I materialize the emotions that would otherwise fade without a trace, shaping them into the scene of the underground mansion. I expand these impressions into aura.

‘My shadow is the shade of the basement.’

I don’t get engulfed in emotions.

‘My flame is the touch of a child.’

Nor get captivated by impressions.

There is no you or me within fire. Fire is one. Fire always overlaps with fire, burning the world all the more clearly.

Thus, my sword’s tip becomes someone’s fingertip, and my blade becomes our scream.

Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven - Reformation.

The First Form.

Blazing Child Sword.

-......!

Burn.

-Uhahaha! As expected!

My aura flickers like a snake's head along the shadows, binding the opponent's wrist. Even though it's just a form inflated by the giant, my impression is more solid. Hotter.

Stronger.

I sever the wrist.

-Indeed!

The opponent resists. With his left wrist severed, he swings his right arm to shake me off. Is he trying to gain distance? To reset his stance?

I press on.

Ducking to dodge his punch, I seize his right arm with shadow flames in the moment his fist cuts through the air. One strand, two strands, dozens of aura strands constrict the giant's fist.

-Undoubtedly!

Burn it.

-Kekerkker!

The giant tries to regenerate both arms. He must still have enough aura. Then, I just need to sever his limbs faster than he can regenerate them.

-Have you descended before our race once more after six hundred years?

Before the left arm regrows, I cut off the left leg.

Before the left leg regrows, I cut off the right leg.

Before the right leg regrows, again, the left arm.

I slice through the giant’s illusion.

-The glory of the legend is not lacking! No, correction! The legend was lacking!

I slash relentlessly.

-Amazing! Ugor! Amazing! Rather than [enhancing] yourself, you [invoke] someone else!

I bury the giant in the burning underground.

-Aura, the flame of the soul, can be used like this!

The giant, like burning paper, is consumed by flames.

Gradually shrinking bit by bit.

The giant's aura, also red, resembles a small flame being devoured by a greater inferno.

‘Do they really need to be different?’

I ponder while absorbing the giant's flames.

‘Uburka inflated his arms and legs. Extended them. Aura is a tool to expand oneself. In contrast, I transferred someone’s scream. Pulled it in.’

The red aura blazes.

‘Is there a reason why these two can’t occur simultaneously?’

Sparks ignite in my mind.

‘I am transferring Master’s Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven to my own. But do I need to scream alone? Can I, alone, bear all karma, and draw all resentment? Should it be that way?’

The principle of aura operation filled my mind.

‘No.’

The solution emerged.

‘Anyone can become a flame.’

I speak up.

“Uburka. Remember.”

-Ugor?

Should I mention the underground mansion?

No.

“Recall the dark underground of Slimepolis.”

A closer scene.

“There, you dug holes to live in. In each hole, about thirteen goblins huddled together. Among them were young goblins. Born without ever seeing the sun fully, never felt rain on their skin, never freely smeared mud.”

-.......

“Picture the children.”

I pressed the Earth Spirit Tribe's strongest warrior.

“Every morning and evening, a few fish are rationed to each hole. That is all they have to eat. The mothers carefully roast minnows with scarcely any flesh on them. Can you picture it?”

-...I have.

“The cramped hole fills with acrid smoke. The mother hacks and the child coughs. But they cannot go outside. Mountain Snail Tribe overseers have their feelers raised on watch. Can you picture the smoke in that cramped hole, and the coughing of frail parents and young children?”

-I can.

“A young member of the Earth Spirit Tribe reaches for a fish that is not yet fully cooked.”

I fend off the giant's punch with my blade.

“The mother strikes the child's wrist. Holds it. Might even hit. But these young ones, they keep reaching for the undercooked fish. They're hungry. When the mother stops them, they throw tantrums and cry.”

-Hmm.

“Eventually, parents have to give the fish to their children as soon as it’s slightly cooked. The child quickly eats it. After eating, they look at the next cooked fish. Asking for it.”

I deflect the giant's wrist with my sword hilt. An opening appears. I swing my sword into the gap, further reducing the giant's size.

“Think of the child's gaze, the mother’s eyes watching the child, the child's touch, the mother's hand stopping the child. Draw all the paths in the smoky hole at once.”

-.......

“You can do it.”

-Ugor.

“Capture it.”

The giant swings his fist.

“Imitate it.”

I dodge and counter. The direction of the punch changes.

“Cry.”

I twist the giant's posture.

“Your tribe knows how to sing sorrow with fire. Flames are just fire, but you read emotions from the angle of the flames, the speed of the rise, the amplitude of the descent. Aura is no different.”

-.......

“A single character encompasses the sky. A rhythm sings of sorrow. Why can’t aura capture the sky? Why can’t aura draw sorrow. Imprint the impression,”

The giant's posture crumbles.

I strike his shin, balancing it.

I raise it.

The giant's fist, which had been flailing through empty air, turned into a forward strike.

“Strike.”

At that moment, flames erupt from the giant's fist.

The flames split into five tongues.

Each splits again, turning into twenty-five touches, flickering.

-.......

Uburka stared blankly down at his fist.

Some flames were tender, others were intense.

None resembled Uburka's gestures.