Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 603

"Speak, Edward. Don't try my patience! I'm telling you, any falsehood you utter will mean your death. This is my final warning," Ricky said with a snarl. His face contorted with distaste as he pushed Edward aside. Gingerly, he patted his hands together as if to shake off the other man's filth. The sight of his displeasure filled Edward with alarm and fear.

His mouth opened and then promptly closed, his mind cast about for the words that would save him from further admonishment. Edward cleared his throat to start over, a play for time as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Just tell us straight. How did you know our exact location?" Soar barked the question at Edward through gritted teeth.

"We knew your location through Samson and Carley!" Edward confessed, his mouth tripped over his words in his haste. His words ended in a high-pitched squeak as fear got the better of him.

"What? What are you talking about? You mean we signaled our location to you?" Samson's and Carley's eyes widened at the accusation, heads snapped towards Edward's location as they ran his words over and over in their heads. Incredulous, they instinctively launched their enlightening power to detect any suspicious energy or activity inside their bodies, but they found none.

"Express yourself clearly!" Ricky bellowed at Edward.

"We produced a special tracking powder using the blood of the Golden Leopard Valley members to form the guiding constituent. When it was finished, we stealthily planted the tracking powder on their bodies. With the aid of this tracking powder, all the disciples from the Golden Leopard Valley can sense Samson and Carley from far away." Even as he cowered under Ricky's gaze, Edward managed to murmur a minute explanation.

"How dare you guys!" Samson bellowed. He stood rigid as he stared down hard at Edward. Seething, he clenched his trembling fist at his side. He willed himself to stand still lest he made another mistake.

All warriors hated to be watched and tracked, and Samson was no exception.

Samson wasn't the only one feeling sick at that hour though. Edward cursed himself for having taken the initiation to come here. He shouldn't have come to see Ricky and his companions.

His foolishness led him here, short of a secret trump card and with his life at risk. He swallowed thickly, pushing down words that might make the whole situation even worse.

"I'm going to kill you!" Samson roared with anger as he lunged toward Edward. Instantly, he held a knife against the other's neck. A drop of blood trickled from the sharp point to the smooth, shining edge of the blade.

Just as quickly, Madeline stood beside him, close enough to grab him by the collar and pull him back. She chopped at his wrist, loosening his hold on the handle. The knife dropped to her waiting hand.

Samson let her. He stood limp at her side, calming himself with quick, quivering breaths. Fully aware he had nothing to gain from Edward dying then and there, he sighed. He held his wrist with his other hand, rubbing at the point of impact. The real enemy was Martin; his death alone was essential for his victory and true inner peace. Anything beyond that was unnecessary.

"Do you have an antidote for the tracking powder?" Despite the commotion, Ricky's sharp and aggressive eyes focused squarely on Edward.

"It doesn't need an antidote. The tracking powder will lose its effectiveness in three months or so," Edward told Ricky. The truth came quickly as he touched a hand to his neck, the red marking his fingertips a clear reminder of his dangerous position.

"Can't you think of a faster way to remove its effectiveness?"

"I don't know anything about it. Maybe the young master will know how to immediately remove its effectiveness. Why don't you go and ask him for help?" Edward rubbed his chin as though in thought. He intentionally named Martin in the hopes of deterring Ricky and the others.

"Oh, so Martin is your young master. Now, I'm determined to ferret him out and kill him," Ricky sniggered at Edward as his eyes flashed with a murderous light.

That look caused a chill to run down Edward's spine and he had to lower his eyes to hide the fear there. The way his body shook with horror betrayed him though.

"Now, make a full confession of your crimes. What's Martin's real purpose for sending you out here? Did he already find an arena for our final battle?" Ricky continued to needle information out of him.

"No! No! You're wrong about that. Our young master's real purpose is to invite you all to a certain place. There's a golden opportunity for our cultivation there, which must be seized. I'm telling the truth. I'm not lying." With wild eyes and sweat dripping between his brows, Edward spoke hurriedly. His arms flailed around to focus their attention on the truth of his words.

Upon hearing his explanation, Ricky and the others were stunned and frozen in shock. They gazed at each other slack-jawed.

Edward's explanation seemed inconceivable. That Martin would invite them to seek a golden opportunity for their cultivation was a story that transcended belief! Doubt was the first emotion to set in. There was every possibility that this was all a plot, a trap, and Ricky would be a fool to go through with it.

"Is Martin playing tricks on us?" Ricky asked coldly as he stood in a trance.