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”The strongest path around is… water?” He joked.
“Ripple path.” Magog responded, no longer able to hide his anger.
Jack let the words hang in the air for a moment before he replied. Before he threw his head back and laughed.
Chee-he-he-heee!
Magog broke.
Miniscule light blue lines swirled into existence in his hands creating palm sized glowing orbs, beautifully reflecting the moonlight. He launched once more.
Still weak
Pressure slammed over him. The orbs burst.
But clever
Magog rose with a roar!
Brilliant blue strands coiled in a circle within Magog’s mouth, hissing as they condensed at rapid speed. Causing his jaw to ache from the pressure
Ripple, I see
[Bubble Bomb!]
The liquid sphere of qi shot out of Magog's mouth, expanding with terrifying velocity once it reached the open air and slammed into Jack's face.
The ensuing explosion of water sent Magog ricocheting back. A swift back-step from Agazoz saw him sliding away from danger, the soles of his shoes glowing the same brilliant blue as Magog's orbs.
With a somersault, Magog recovered, landing side by side with him. The uplifted dust was too thick for them to see through only moonlight.
“Did he react?” Agazoz asked.
“The fucker fell from the sky. Guess!” Magog yelled as two more orbs formed in his hands, double the size of the previous two.
Chee-he-he-hee!
The dust dispersed in an instant. Revealing Jack— arms crossed, unfazed, still smiling.
That fucking smile.
Magog stepped forward, arms extended outward. The orbs were now nearly barrel-sized.
“I am Jack, Inner Disciple of Boundless Peak,” Jack said.
“I hereby accept you as outer disciples,”
The grasses of the plains lowered, as if they were bowing.
“Accept my guidance, junior brothers.”
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”The strongest path around is… water?” He joked.
“Ripple path.” Magog responded, no longer able to hide his anger.
Jack let the words hang in the air for a moment before he replied. Before he threw his head back and laughed.
Chee-he-he-heee!
Magog broke.
Miniscule light blue lines swirled into existence in his hands creating palm sized glowing orbs, beautifully reflecting the moonlight. He launched once more.
Still weak
Pressure slammed over him. The orbs burst.
But clever
Magog rose with a roar!
Brilliant blue strands coiled in a circle within Magog’s mouth, hissing as they condensed at rapid speed. Causing his jaw to ache from the pressure
Ripple, I see
[Bubble Bomb!]
The liquid sphere of qi shot out of Magog's mouth, expanding with terrifying velocity once it reached the open air and slammed into Jack's face.
The ensuing explosion of water sent Magog ricocheting back. A swift back-step from Agazoz saw him sliding away from danger, the soles of his shoes glowing the same brilliant blue as Magog's orbs.
With a somersault, Magog recovered, landing side by side with him. The uplifted dust was too thick for them to see through only moonlight.
“Did he react?” Agazoz asked.
“The fucker fell from the sky. Guess!” Magog yelled as two more orbs formed in his hands, double the size of the previous two.
Chee-he-he-hee!
The dust dispersed in an instant. Revealing Jack— arms crossed, unfazed, still smiling.
That fucking smile.
Magog stepped forward, arms extended outward. The orbs were now nearly barrel-sized.
“I am Jack, Inner Disciple of Boundless Peak,” Jack said.
“I hereby accept you as outer disciples,”
The grasses of the plains lowered, as if they were bowing.
“Accept my guidance, junior brothers.”
TSR: Mountain Mover
This story follows the life of Jack the Mountain Mover. A core disciple of the Illustrious Boundless Peak Sect and a self-described true cultivator. Even in the brutal world of sect politics, where schemes often take the place of love and 'gods' scar the land as often as it rained....