Poison God's Heritage

They were small eyeballs, which were obvious to see and didn\'t seem to want to hide themselves, they had no evil intentions and form looking through the bracelet that I was given by the tournament committee, I was able to understand that these small things were like cameras that displayed all that is happening.

I guess I need to give them a good show.

Several more lava beasts appeared in front of us, a few of them were fish like beasts that jumped up and down into the pools. But a few well aimed shots were all I needed to get rid of them.

After a while though, the bracelet in my hand shone bright.

"You have progressed pass the first tenth of the distance, your target to take down is Dongpil Yul."

A picture of the man I needed to eliminate from the competition appeared in front of me.

A small arrow appeared on my bracelet indicating the man\'s position.

"Stop." I said.

The ship then stopped for a second and I climbed to the hull. I held my hand up and took a look at the arrow.

It was moving fractionally, meaning that my opponent was still proceeding forward. Thankfully, the arrow didn\'t only move sideways but also moved up and down.

"Advance," I ordered.

The arrow\'s speed decreased by a bit, and I continued increasing the speed of the ship until the arrow remained still in its place.

Taking note of the speed the ship I was moving I was able to calculate the speed of my target. He was moving at a fixed pace forward not going up or down.

"Stop," I ordered the ship.

Having calculated the speed of my target means that I had already won this part of the competition.

I pulled up one of my newly personalized rifles. This one was quite larger than the rifles I used back in the Vast Expanse. It was more like a cannon than a rifle, and it worked with the same principle of the rail guns on the ship. Only this one was slightly more… destructive.

The speed it goes as is about ten times the speed of sound. Pretty damn fast.

The size of this thing was about four meters, and had a gigantic chamber at the back where most of the machination were hidden.

The core of the rifle was a simple construct of shock absorption inscription, lightening generation pseudo-key. Made using my understanding of the Water and Wind key. And a shock absorption inscription.

The bullet was a small one foot long slug. It is made using Thundersteel. The Thundersteel itself without being modified has extensive loads of negative lighting which is extremely destructive. And the lightning law formation has positive lightning in it.

Combining the two of them would give the slug an incredible charge that will allow it to fly along the long tube of the rifle.

I used all four of my robotic arms to hold tight to the ship\'s roof while I was aiming a few hundred thousands kilometers away not from just me but from my target too.

I did some quick math and began readjusting the rifle based on the movement of the compass\'s arrow.

After taking aim to a what would be considered empty space in the far distance, I lightly squeezed the trigger imitating the sequence.

A small spark of electricity went down to the butt of the rifle enabling the machination. Positive and negative lighting were instantly agitated with that spark, causing an instantaneous reaction that supercharged the slug.

The slug then, due to the extreme electromagnetic force was galvanized and shot forward, spiraling along the numerous friction reducing inscription and affected by a spin inducing inscription at the inside of the rifle\'s barrel.

The entire sequence took less than a fraction of a second to shoot an explosively loud and fast bullet that broke the speed of sound instantaneously and disappeared from sight.

"Continue forward," I said as I collected the rifle and went back to my chair.

I sat down back in my chair as the ship continued moving. And about forty seconds later, my bracelet shone bright as a notification of my target being eliminated appeared on it.

I simply shrugged at the expected outcome and continued moving forward.

***

"What is Du Shen doing now?" the commentator asked.

"I wouldn\'t know, that is an interesting instrument he has," said Eccentric Long. "You can see that it has incredible inscriptions on it and the Qi from within this tool seem to indicate that it is also inscribed from the inside.

The whole thing is a strange concept yet I could assume that it is a tool that would eject an object at high velocity," said Eccentric Long explaining to the best of his ability.

"Indeed, it does feel like it, but why would Du Shen bring that thing out? I mean even though his opponent is indicated by the compass, the distance between them is far too great for any weapon or spell to reach unless he is of the Origin Shattering Realm? Do you think that Du Shen will be breaking the laws of the tournament?"

"No," Eccentric Long instantly shook his head, "You mustn\'t have noticed, but did you notice what Du Shen was doing before he pulled out that object?"

"The fact that he stopped and moved his ship multiple times?"

"Yes, that wasn\'t simply him doing things on a whim, every move was calculated, at first he stopped the ship to see how fast the arrow was moving, then he moved the ship until it the arrow no longer move to know the exact speed of his target. And by doing that, I would assume that he would be able to calculate the exact location his target will be at a given time," he said.

"But, those calculations are absurdly high level, not only does he need to fully understand the distance between him and his target, he also has to make sure that his target moves at the same speed, and also that his target must remain moving in a straight line? Not to mention hitting a moving target at such great distance is nothing but a pipedream," said the Commentator.

"I would assume so for other people, but there is a reason why he did so, how far do you think one\'s killing intent could reach?" asked Eccentric Long.

"It depends on the person, some can flood an entire city and some can have a very thin killing intent," said the commentator.

"For Du Shen, looking at his current expression, he carries not a single ounce of killing intent, so the target will never realize the danger he is in," said Eccentric Long.

"Well, speaking of his target, we have him on a second scree," he the commentator said.

Just as the target showed up on the second screen, Shen Bao pressed on the trigger releasing a projectile so fast not even the small scrying bugs were able to see it.

He then calmly went back down.

"That was rather… surprisingly anticlimactic," the commentator said.

Eccentric long shook his dead, "Dongpil is already dead, unless a miracle happens and he notices, he will not be able to avoid what\'s coming next…"

"You seem sure about it," said the commentator. "The projectile seemed to have missed, it shot far further ahead. Du Shen aimed at the wrong direction."

"It isn\'t that he aimed at the wrong direction, he aimed at the direction where the projectile and the target will meet, and from the look he had on his face as he went back to his seat. It was as if he had already fulfilled his goal, that is the look of someone sure of success."

"We will have to wait and see then, I could even bet…"

However, the commentator\'s words didn\'t even finish as the man named Dongpil\'s eyebrow rose as he finally noticed the incoming projectile.

There was no time to dodge, no time to react no time to even understand what was going on.

The impact was sudden, the kinetic discharge was even faster, and the explosive payload of the Thundersteel bullet upon impact with a moving body created a shockwave that demolished the ground caving it in and all the follow up charge exploded outward. Creating a gigantic mushroom cloud in its wake.

The impact followed after for several hundreds of miles as the lava currents that were barely holding on began rioting and rumbling as more of this volcanic area began reacting. A domino effect ensued and the entirety of the Fire Lands began reacting to this explosive discharge.

The commentator\'s mouth remained opened as he saw the aftermath of the impact, doubting what his eyes were seeing.