Chapter 403 White Bone Armor


    Stanley''s threads spread out like a spider''s web. It was called Sk.


    Usually, during the fight, Stanley would try to force his opponent into the. Once his prey was in the


    net, he would be shredded by Sk''s gold threads.


    It would be a ghastly, bloody scene. So, Stanley hadn''t tried this weapon in his previous fights. But now,


    he was facing a master''s personal disciple. This was no time to hold back. He had to move very


    carefully. One wrong step and Stanley could be the one lying on the ground.


    Stanley knew there was still a chance that Jacques would find a way to deal with Sk. But Jacques


    seemed overconfident as he didn''t even try to dodge it. Stanley''s eyes widened when he saw Jacques


    walking into the. It was almost impossible to crack Sk from the inside.


    ''The fish is on the hook, '' Stanley thought. What choice did he have but to pull the thread thankfully? A


    cold smile danced on Stanley''s lips. Men who had underestimated him paid for their ego with blood.


    Jacques might be smart and talented, but that wouldn''t change the oue of walking into the. His


    ego would be his downfall. Stanley would see to it that Jacques shed more blood for this.


    He dragged his thoughts back to the present and pulled his fan lightly. Then one of the gold threads


    moved, and the other threads moved with it. All the threads weaved in a special way. And now, they


    were rippling and twisting as theybined into a vast. When ready, the pounced in Jacques''s


    direction.


    The crowd tensed, and their faces grew grim at the scene.


    The gold thread was as thin as a hair but as sharp as a steel sword. It could easily slice through a


    person''s bone!


    "My Sk can cut through a spiritual weapon, let alone fragile flesh and bones of a human body. I


    know you have spent three years on your refining. But Jacques, you are dreaming if you think you can


    withstand my Sk." As the Sk inched closer and closer, space left for Jacques dwindled.


    At first, Jacques walked over slowly. Then, he stopped and casually nced at Stanley. To Stanley''s


    surprise, Jacques was smiling.


    There were so many emotions in Jacques'' smile—scorn, contempt, indifference, and fearlessness.


    Suddenly bloody mist exploded from his body. A secondter, the mist turned into white bones. Layer


    uponyer of bones enclosed his arms, knees, and chest. It was a suit of armor made of white bones!


    Something cold and sinister lurked inside those sleek white-jade-like bones, from which a dark aura


    emanated into the field. The sight sent a shiver down Stanley''s back. For a short second, he felt like he


    wasn''t facing Jacques but some ancient evil deity.


    "Evil skill!" Stanley shouted. His expression changed as he sensed the dark aura from Jacques. He had


    never expected that Jacques would study evil skills.


    "It''s true. It''s truly an evil skill! He has the smell of blood and death. I can feel it from here. I never


    thought Jacques would take this path."


    "It is not an easy path. But if you are determined, the rewards are great. Evil refiners are much stronger


    than normal refiners."


    Only the names of evil skills were handed down from ancient times. All the methods and theories had


    been devised in recent history. Refiners who studied these skills were very cruel, not only to others but


    also to themselves.


    For example, the infamous evil skill, Blood Devil, would require the refiner to kill hundreds of thousands


    of creatures and build a pool with their blood. The refiner would then have to soak in the pool and


    exchange their blood.


    Uncountable creatures were killed in the process of building the blood pool. Not only did the creatures


    suffer, but the refiners were also hurt as they needed to rece their blood with the blood in the pool.


    Blood exchange was safe when using the same type of blood, like a family member''s blood. But inside


    the pool was a concoction of blood from humans, animals, and supernatural beasts. The exchange was


    painful. And the pain was the price the refiners had to pay.


    Cloud Sect didn''t ban evil skills. But killing for practicing evil skills was forbidden in the sect. Of course,


    some refiners studied evil skills secretly. In the process, if they broke the rules, they kept their actions a


    secret. The sect just turned a blind eye to such happenings.


    The skill Jacques used was called Bleached Bone Distilled Soul. He got it by luck. The year before,


    Jacques had snuck into a secret area and found the dead body of an elder. The elder had been refining


    there. It seemed to Jacques that something went wrong with the elder''s refining and atst, the elder


    spiraled into madness and died. Jacques took all his possessions.


    Without warning, Jacques had brought this evil skill to light. The crowd was startled. They could not


    understand why Jacques, an extraordinary refiner, would learn evil skills.


    They soon realized the reason.


    This evil skill was more powerful than they could possibly imagine.


    The white bone armor took form in the blink of an eye. As soon as Jacques''s armor was ready, he shot


    toward Stanley.


    "Pa!"


    The first gold thread shed Jacques''s elbow and broke at the touch of his armor. The razor-sharp


    thread didn''t leave as much as a scratch on the armor''s surface.


    "Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!"


    Once Jacques put on his armor, he was unstoppable. Soon, half the threads of Sk broke at his


    charge. The sound of threads breaking was more like someone plucking at strings.


    Stanley took a deep breath of the cool air. How was this possible?


    No one knew about Sk''s power better than Stanley. He had tested it himself. It cut right through a


    medium-grade spiritual weapon and left a deep cut on a top-grade one. Now, it seemed incapable of


    harming Jacques''s armor.


    The white bone armor was condensed from life vitality. How could it have the hardness of a fairy


    weapon?


    For a moment, Stanley thought that he was going mad. Automatically, he retreated. No disciple who


    was in the contest would concede defeat without a proper fight. They didn''te this far to lose. Since


    their performance decided their ranking, every match mattered.


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    Stanley had to do more than retreat. When Jacques reached the second-grade of the nature level, he


    had the power and speed of practitioners at the peak of the nature level. Now, Jacques had entered the


    Illuminating Soul Realm. To top it all off, Jacques had mastered an evil skill. There was no way Stanley


    could win this fight head-on.


    "Ssh!"


    More gold threads appeared from his gold fan. At the same time, he leaped and soared in the air.


    Only Illuminating Soul Realm experts could fly. But Stanley was only a neer in this realm, and he


    didn''t specialize in wind life vitality. Although he wasn''t very familiar with flight, Stanley didn''t have other


    options.


    "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"


    As he flew, Stanley hastilyid out more gold threads behind him.


    These gold threads were his best weapon. They had brought him so many victories. It seemed to


    Stanley that Sk was invincible. But now he felt horribly powerless. It was as though his long-


    prepared killer weapon was only a child''s toy to his enemy.


    Jacques wasn''t surprised when he saw Stanley flying. Another mass of bloody mist burst out behind


    Jacques. As the mist dissipated, two bone wings could be seen.


    With a p of his wings, the white-bone-armored Jacques shot up into the sky above the field like a


    white meteor.


    Jacques was also a neer to the Illuminating Soul Realm. Normally, Illuminating Soul Realm


    refiners burned their life vitality to fly. Since neers'' foundation was still unstable, their flight wasn''t


    exactly fluid. But with his bone wings, Jacques gained a great advantage at speed and flexibility.


    The gold threads left behind by Stanley were no challenge to Jacques. He threw himself against them


    and one by one the threads snapped.


    "Don''t push me!" Stanley roared at Jacques.


    Jacques didn''t bother to reply. Instead, he charged toward Stanley at full speed.


    So far in the fight, Jacques had fought in a very simple way. He forged on in his white bone armor. But


    it didn''t take a genius to figure out that his evil skill was more than that. Maybe Jacques felt as though


    he didn''t need to take Stanley seriously. Winning would be easy.


    In midair, Stanley''s eyes turned red as he gripped his gold fan with his left hand. He said through


    gritted teeth, "Don''t me me now. You have crossed the line."


    If there was one thing that Stanley couldn''t bear it was being ignored. If Jacques treated this fight with


    the utmost seriousness and put all his attention into it from the beginning, Stanley would admit defeat


    knowing that he had been outmatched. But throughout the fight, it seemed like he was invisible to


    Jacques. He couldn''t bear the shame. Stanley had to teach Jacques a lesson. There was a price to pay


    for arrogance!


    "Gold Flower Fan!"


    "Da!"


    He pulled out his fan and unfolded it. Then he cast the fan in Jacques''s direction. At the same time, the


    spiritual weapon''s skill was activated.


    There were numerous spiritual weapons in the Eastern Region, but very few spiritual weapons had


    skills. Generally speaking, a medium-grade spiritual weapon with skill had value equal to a top-grade


    spiritual weapon. The same rule applied to top-grade spiritual weapons and fairy weapons.


    Why was the Phoenix Crystal and the Emerald Crystal that Zen had acquired so precious? That was


    because each of them could make a top-grade spiritual weaponparable to a fairy weapon.


    So, the activated Gold Flower Fan wasn''t something to be trifled with.


    High in the sky, the Gold Flower Fan split into numerous de shadows. Each of the de shadows


    spun frantically and flew toward Jacques. It seemed like these shadows could think. They attacked at


    the weak joints of the white bone armor like the elbows, head, waist, and knees.


    Stanley believed that if he could take advantage of these vulnerable spots, there was no telling who


    would be the winner of this fight. He might even turn Jacques into a cripple.


    A smile touched Jacques''s lips. He didn''t even dodge. Another bloody mist appeared around him. After


    the bloody mist dispersed, the white bone armor covered his entire body.


    This scene brought a bitter taste to Stanley''s mouth. Jacques had every reason to despise him. And


    there was nothing Stanley could do to deal with this white bone armor. As long as Jacques stayed in


    his armor, he was unbeatable.


    As he thought about this, Jacques mmed into Stanley. In the next instant, everything went ck. He


    knew nothing after that.