Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ianjor had been in a decent mood. He was finally back home after such a long while, and the Fire Shrine ended up being far more useful to his cultivation than he had thought it would be.

But then, just when he was on the verge of a minor breakthrough, there was a huge surge from it, and the Shrine practically kicked him out as though he was some dog by the roadside.

Before he could even understand what was happening, the entire Plane entered a state of chaos, and he was thrown around from left to right, and then right back to left as though he was a puppet on a string.

Just when the commotion finally stopped and he regained his bearings, he realized that Ryu was in the distance, and he didn't even need to think to know that it was this little bastard that had ruined all of his fun.

But as though Ryu wasn't satisfied with just this alone, he actually called him that bastard's disciple? This was information he hadn't even personally told Ryu. Instead, it was all because he had stepped into that stupid trial and let that stupid, sadistic bastard get a hold of him to "sever" Karma.

"Fuck him. Fuck Ryu. Fuck this whole Tatsuya family."

He roared and made a move, but to his shock, when Ryu retaliated-something he had already expected-the strength was far beyond what he was expecting it to be.

As usual, Ianjor was controlling his strength. One would think that Ryu would show a little bit of courtesy for that and provide some kindness in return.

Ryu did nothing of the sort.

Ianjor's eyes widened as Ryu's fist seemed to phase through his own, colliding with his chest like a speeding meteor.

Ianjor was sent flying backward, his body arching and the back of his clothing setting on fire.

Before he could even crash into the ground, though, he phased through and into the void. It wasn't under his own power at all, but rather that of Ryu's.

The feeling of weightlessness and disorientation hit him in waves, and it only got worse when he suddenly found himself in the Chaos Plane.

Ianjor's eyes opened wide. How had this happened? One couldn't just casually teleport a person around as they pleased, especially when that person was beyond yourself. Ianjor was already an Omniscient Sky God, and that minor breakthrough he was about to make earlier would have put him well on the way to stepping into the next minor level.

Transcendent Sky Gods could already attack those hidden within the void, so sending one that was already past that level into the void without their consent was nigh impossible.

He could already tell that Ryu had somehow broken through to the Sky God Realm in just a few short years, but this wasn't enough, it wasn't nearly-

A punch collided with Ianjor's face, and he was sent crashing through a planet, his body bowing and rebounding like the plucked string of a lyre.

All of his thoughts vanished, and the only thing he could remember was rage.

His eyes flashed open, and a current of flames shot out from around him.

"Was it shameless to use his Fire Pupils on someone three cultivation Realms beneath him? Yes. Did he care? No."

Ryu shot through the flames as though they weren't there at all, causing Ianjor to be shocked one more time.

What the hell was-

Another strike to the face.

Ianjor knew they were fists. He would recognize a knuckle even if it hit him at mach-2500 and only for the briefest instant. Though, this situation wasn't even much different from that exaggerated example.

And yet, each one still felt like a slap.

Looking up, and meeting Ryu's eyes, he grit his teeth. This son of a bitch managed to get his Heavenly Pupils back; it was no wonder.

With those broken pair of eyes, even if Ryu was of weaker talent and weaker strength, if he restricted his power to Ryu's level, even if Ryu couldn't harm him, he would still toy with him like this.

Fine. Fine. Since he wanted to play games, he would show him what it truly meant to be a Perfect Sky God.

"Come die, you prick!"

The flames retreated into Ianjor's body, and he closed his gaze while placing a hand behind his back. If he was going to be shameless, he was going to be shameless to the very end.

Ryu's fist appeared before him again, and it phased through his defenses. Now, though, Ianjor could "see" it. Ryu was quite literally manipulating the Lines of Fate, not to change the future, but to change what Ianjor could see. He was practically giving Ianjor access to a small bit of his abilities, but rather than helping Ianjor, this was confusing him.

This was a self-created ability of Ryu's and a fusion of [Lines of Fate] and [Fate Reversal]. The latter formed the connection with the opposing party, and the former showed them what he wanted them to see.

Ianjor still couldn't see through it, but he didn't have to. The instant before Ryu's punch hit, all of those possible realities would have to choose one real one.

Under no circumstances, when he was restricting his strength, he wouldn't be fast enough to react to that instant of time.

But now that he was being shameless...

"Who the hell cared?"

BANG!

Ryu was compressed flying back.

"It's my turn now!"

Ianjor wailed on Ryu from all sides, beating him black and blue.

However, at some point in time, Ryu's chuckles began to ring out, causing Ianjor to pause for a moment. When'd this guy become such a masochist?

Suddenly sensing something, Ianjor's head snapped up. In the distance, a familiar white-haired beauty moved through the skies.

"... Shit."

Was all Ianjor could say before he was frozen in place. He could only lower his head like a wronged child, unable to look up.

"Son of a bitch? Bastard? Who was he cursing exactly? Dammit! Had he known she was here, would he have even dared to say such a thing?"

The sound of Ryu's chuckles only made him redder and redder.