Capítulo 22: The Poor Cursed Boy Is Back.
"Why have you come back to me once again boy?" Feng Xiantian closed an eye and put his hand on his chin in a thinking pose. He had just left the Eternal Realm after about a day's worth of training inside it.
He was humming slowly as he saw the black-cloaked boy fight his urges to run away. He knew the chances of him winning this battle were basically equivalent to zero.
"Actually, since I'm nice and all I won't fight you." Feng Xiantian's lips widened while a grin emerged from his face.
"Really?" A hint of hope appeared in the face of the black-cloaked boy.
"Yes, there is someone else who wishes to fight you with much lower cultivation." Feng Xiantian spoke.
Suddenly space next to him started to ripple apart taking the appearance of a beautiful gate which was opening slowly.
The inside of the gate was white, or to be more exact it was more similar to the color of silver.
A beautiful figure emerged from the gate, the cloaked boy had never seen a more beautiful person in life and would never see such a beautiful woman anyway.
He gulped down and pulled out a weapon. "An elite armament." Feng Xiantian slightly frowned. Who'd have thought that a runt who was actually abandoned would possess an Elite Armament.
Feng Xiantian really wanted to go and smack the boy's head and complain about just how overpowered he was at the mere age of sixteen. Despite his foundation being rather… miserable he was still fully capable of fighting Profound Realm experts.
"Err, buddy I don't think I can fight her." The boy complained as he pointed at Feng Xiantian. "Listen, I don't want to hurt such a perfect figure of a woman like her. It would be a crime against mankind."
However, in the next moment, he swung the saber in his hand straight at Ying Yue, who had yet to even speak in the slightest.
'Cheap tactics.' Feng Xiantian smiled slightly upon seeing that the boy was willing to play it dirty as long as he managed to win.
Ying Yue moved her silky silver hair away from her face and put a hand before her. Silver Flames burst out, taking the shape of gaseous flames which spread at a tyrannical rate.
The boy stopped on track. His Elite Armament could barely qualify as one, it was of such low quality that he had managed to barely sneak it past his superior, Ling Yu. But, despite that, he was extremely sure that the flames in front of him would fry him completely.
Rank 5 Martial Skill - Murderous Five Fists
This was similar to the Lingyun School's technique which could grow one's cultivation, but unlike it, it did not raise one's cultivation but physical strength and spiritual strength.
Meaning with each fist his strength was nearly doubled.
Using the unique power of the Elite Armament, his strength when using Martial Skills was raised by about 5%, it was not too much when you consider the whole figure, but it could make a huge difference in a battle.
"This empress is growing bored of you, I'll finish this quickly." The Murderous Five Fists did not have any effect on Ying Yue.
Ying Yue's cultivation was not that high. It was merely equivalent to the first layer of the Origin-Realm. It couldn't even be said to be sturdy. But as usual, Asura World Spirits weren't to be underestimated.
The silver flames rose and rose in terms of sheer size, and then took the shape of a monster's head. The monster opened its mouth wide enough to eat the entire boy who started to scream in fear.
Or not…
It was all a play, the boy jumped backward and used the Elite Armament to create some kind of smoke. This slightly confused Ying Yue for a moment, but she immediately understood what he was trying to do the next moment.
"That isn't going to work you know." The flames dispersed and flew forward, cutting the path of escape the boy had.
However he was not one to give up so easily, so he attempted to use the saber to cut apart the flames, the key word here being 'attempted'.
"Annoying group! You know what, I give up." The boy sighed as he crossed his legs with each other.
"You just made my job easier." Ying Yue revealed a wide grin as the flames gathered to form a sharp spear which flew towards the boy.
"Stop." Feng Xiantian said as he moved before the boy and effortlessly dispersed the flames apart. This earned a disappointed grunt from Ying Yue who looked away and pouted.
"Why did you just stop her there? I would have preferred to die." The boy looked down and put his weapon on the ground.
"Not like I don't owe a thank you, to youanyway!" The boy grinned as he threw sand into the air, hoping to blind Feng Xiantian's vision for a while. Meanwhile, he ran away, taking advantage of the fact Ying Yue's guard was low and it would take a second for her to catch on what happened.
"I'm afraid I'd have to disappoint you."
A voice broke down his hopes apart simply like that. No, it was not Ying Yue who could've effortlessly caught up to him. It was that monster.
The monster who made him feel like it would have been better if he was never born into this world.
"This is not like what it looks like, trust me. I was simply too excited to pee earlier, so I threw sand at you so I could hide in a place to pee! A man values his privacy after all."
"Tell me, Ling Ye, do you take me for a fool or something?" Feng Xiantian was speechless.
"No, you are simply the brightest person I've seen in my life. I mean a fucking Profound Realm expert at the age of fucking ten… Definitely one of a kind." He said with a bit of sarcasm on his voice.
"You are quite funny." Feng Xiantian said as he poked Ling Ye's arm with a stick. The next instant he let out a scream of pain out as his other hand grabbed his hand tightly.
"You motherfucker broke my hand!"
"So? Look in my eyes and tell me I fucking give a shit." Feng Xiantian said as his stick was about to poke his other hand.
"Waitwaitwaitwait!"
"We can talk this out, there is no need for you to cause me so much physical pain man!" Ling Ye tried to convince Feng Xiantian who wasn't having any of this shit.
"You haven't taken care of this motherfucker yet?" Ying Yue's voice sounded off as she neared the location. She was leisurely taking her time.
"Aaaah, the scary woman appears again. Please don't cook me!" Ling Ye shivered as he retreated backward.
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