My Celestial Ascension

Warning! 

Prior to delving into the current chapter, I respectfully implore each of you to revisit the preceding chapter once more. Regrettably, due to a state of indisposition I experienced yesterday, a portion of the chapter was inadvertently deleted during the writing process. Consequently, I neglected to include crucial information regarding the system mission within that particular chapter. Therefore, I kindly request that you retrace your steps and peruse the previous chapter once again, prior to engaging with the contents of this chapter.

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The chaotic battlefield was a sight to behold as Yuan and his wives, Anna, Grace, Lily, and Emma, unleashed their wrath upon the horde of Orcs.

Their movements were precise and deadly, slicing through the C-rank monsters as if they were mere pigs in a slaughterhouse. The hunters, mages, and soldiers who witnessed the scene stood frozen, their jaws hanging open in disbelief. 

Yuan, with his strikingly handsome face and a slim, muscular physique, moved with grace and fluidity. Each swing of his Blue Jade Spirit Sword was a dance of death, severing orc heads and limbs with alarming precision. 

The onlookers couldn't tear their eyes away from him as he moved with a lethal elegance, leaving a trail of fallen enemies in his wake. 

But the amazement didn't end there. The four women fighting alongside Yuan were no less remarkable. 

Anna and Grace, with their ethereal beauty and otherworldly facial features, moved in perfect sync. Their swords became extensions of their bodies as they executed the Lotus Blossom Sword Dance.

Their strikes were swift and deadly, causing multiple orcs to collapse lifelessly with each graceful maneuver. 

Lily, with a radiant smile adorning her face, unleashed her Frozen Moon Blade technique. Her sword sliced through the orcs, leaving behind a trail of frozen bodies. 

The sheer power and control she exhibited were mesmerizing, as if she commanded the very elements of ice and cold. 

And then there was Emma, a woman of incredible strength and prowess. She relied solely on her martial arts skills. Her fists became lethal weapons, each strike resulting in orc heads exploding like watermelons or leaving massive cavities in their chests. The sheer force of her punches was nothing short of awe-inspiring. 

The onlookers were stunned by the display of power and skill. It was a scene straight out of a legend or a myth, defying their understanding of what was possible. 

The hunters, mages, and soldiers realized that they were witnessing greatness, a level of mastery that surpassed anything they had ever witnessed before. 

As Yuan and his wives continued their relentless assault, the orcs fell like wheat before the scythe. 

As Yuan and his wives continued to decimate the orcs, the tide of battle began to shift. The observers, who had initially believed they were facing a losing battle due to the overwhelming numbers of the orcs, now witnessed a glimmer of hope. 

Yuan and his wives sliced through the enemies like chickens, their skills and power illuminating the darkness that had enveloped the battlefield. The onlookers felt a surge of inspiration, a newfound belief that victory was within reach.

Among the spectators were Robert, the Association head and an A-rank hunter, and Mireya, the town's strongest B-rank hunter who worked as a receptionist. They too were captivated by the astonishing display of prowess. 

Robert turned to Mireya and said with amazement, "I've never seen anything like this. These newcomers are extraordinary. They've completely turned the tables on the orcs."

Mireya nodded in agreement, her eyes wide with shock and surprise. "You're right, Robert. I never expected such strength from them. To fight off a horde of C-rank monsters at their age, without even a trace of mana in their bodies... It's simply impossible."

As the battle raged on, the defenders atop the town's walls couldn't help but whisper to one another, their voices filled with awe and admiration.

The males marveled at the beauty of Yuan's wives, referring to them as goddesses on the battlefield.

"Have you ever seen such ethereal beauty?" 

One of them whispered. "It's like they've descended from heaven itself."

Meanwhile, the females were equally intrigued by Yuan's charismatic presence. "Who is that handsome young man?" 

They whispered to one another. "He's like a living legend." 

The whispers spread, and some people who recognized Yuan chimed in, informing the others that he had become a hunter just the day before.

They also mentioned that the snake beastmen girl who was punching the orcs was Emma, his girlfriend. The news disappointed the females, who had been captivated by Yuan's charm. Their excitement waned as they realized he was already taken.

The battlefield buzzed with conversation, filled with admiration, surprise, and even a touch of envy. Yet, despite the distractions of gossip, the people's focus remained on the incredible display of strength and skill unfolding before their eyes. 

As the tide of battle continued to turn in their favor, Robert took charge, raising his wand high. With a voice filled with encouragement, he called out to the mages gathered around him. "We've made progress! One-third of the orcs have been vanquished! Now is the time to unleash our wide-range spells! Let's show them the true power of magic!"

Filled with determination, Robert channeled his mana, proud of the spell he was about to cast. "Blazing Tornado!" he exclaimed, releasing a torrent of flames. The spell materialized as a massive tornado, swirling with intense heat. More than thirty orcs were instantly engulfed by the fiery vortex, reduced to ashes in an instant.

Inspired by Robert's example, Mireya stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with resolve. She focused her energy, unleashing her own wide-range wind magic spell, "Slicing Gale." A razor-sharp gust of wind materialized, slicing through the air with incredible force. Over twenty orcs were torn to shreds by the cutting winds, their bodies reduced to tiny pieces.

The other mages, emboldened by the success of their comrades, followed suit, casting their own wide-range spells. However, their attacks proved to be less effective compared to Robert and Mireya's devastating magic. Nonetheless, the combined efforts of the mages created a cascade of spells, raining down upon the dwindling orc forces.

With each passing moment, the number of orcs diminished, their ranks thinning under the relentless onslaught. The battlefield resounded with the agonized cries of orcs, their pain echoing through the air as they met their demise. The once overwhelming orc army was now reduced to a mere fraction of its former strength.

Amidst the chaos, Robert turned to Mireya, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Mireya, we're turning the tide of this battle! Keep unleashing your wind spells with all your might! We'll break their ranks and secure our victory!"

Mireya nodded, a fierce determination in her eyes. "I won't hold back, Robert! We'll drive them back and ensure the safety of our town!"

The mages around them listened to their exchange, their spirits lifted by their leaders' words. They continued to cast their spells, inflicting further damage upon the orcs.

As Yuan and his wives continued their relentless assault on the remaining orcs, Yuan focused on conserving his Qi. He swung his sword skillfully without infusing it, determined to save his energy for the impending battle against the Orc Lord. 

Ding! 

<Your understanding of the sword has increased significantly!>

With each swing, his sword mastery improved at an astonishing rate, filling him with satisfaction and a wide smile stretched across his face. 

Meanwhile, Anna, Grace, and Lily, immersed in their own battles, experienced a similar surge in growth. Their sword techniques reached the second level of mastery, and their understanding of the blade deepened significantly. 

This newfound comprehension translated into a substantial increase in their overall strength. However, the improved techniques came at the cost of doubled Qi consumption, a trade-off they were willing to make in their pursuit of greater power. 

Emma, too, reaped the benefits of the intense fight. Her Iron Palm Technique advanced to the second level of mastery, elevating her physical strength and enhancing her control over her energy flow.

Each strike she delivered reverberated with newfound power, leaving a mark on her opponents and solidifying her status as a formidable fighter.

As the orcs' numbers continued to dwindle, the battlefield echoed with their agonized cries and desperate roars. Their once overwhelming army had been reduced to a mere fraction of its initial strength, now numbering around 80 to 90.

"Roarrrrrrrr!!!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from the Orc Lord, shaking the very air around them. The deafening sound reverberated through the battlefield, causing some onlookers to clutch their ears in pain or fall to the ground from the sheer force of it. 

The Orc Lord, seething with rage at the loss of his brethren, lifted his massive battle axe into the air, casting a menacing shadow over the scene. With anger and malice in his voice, the Orc Lord bellowed, vowing vengeance upon the humans.

"How dare you puny humans slaughter my brothers! I will kill every last one of you, ravage your women, and reduce this town to ashes!" His furious proclamation sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. 

Locking his gaze on Yuan, the Orc Lord charged forward, his heavy axe raised high above his head. Despite his enormous size, the Orc Lord displayed surprising speed, closing the distance with alarming swiftness. 

Anna, always vigilant, noticed the impending danger and called out to her son in a voice filled with concern. "Yuan, be careful!" Her voice carried a sense of urgency, a mother's protective instinct kicking in as she feared for her son's safety. 

Yuan, hearing his mother's warning, swiftly turned his attention to the approaching Orc Lord. 

His eyes narrowed with determination as he prepared to face this formidable opponent head-on. He tightened his grip on his sword, ready to defend himself against the rage-fueled charge of the Orc Lord, knowing that the battle had reached a critical point.

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