Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 118

The fireball exploded with a thunderous wave of scorching heat that beat them backward. They could not believe their eyes. Darren had learned the "Flames Burning" that they had just exerted in the matter of a few minutes.

It would typically take a high level rule cultivator several years to master a magic formula. No matter how strong his or her Spirit Power was, none of rule cultivators could learn a rule spell so quickly.

But Darren was a special kind of rule cultivator. Not only could he exert the rule force, but he could also see it. He could easily utilize the rule force to help him learn a magic formula.

On top of that, he was a masterful cultivator with a high talent level that could empower him to remember a cultivator's gesture the moment he saw it.

Bang!

Darren's opponents were thrown into the air by the force of the explosion and blackened by debris and soot. Although the "Flames Burning" Darren exerted was not as strong as theirs, the power of the fireball was still extraordinary.

"The fireball's power isn't enough. I guess I still need more practice," Darren said unsatisfied.

Some of his opponents had passed out from the force of the explosion, and the rest of them were frightened to the depths of their very cores.

"What, what should we do now, Barry? Has his Spirit Power reached level nine?" Henry stammered, shaking with fear.

"Barry, we'd better escape while we can! Henry, it's all your fault! Now we are into serious trouble. We can't afford such heavy consequences of getting involved with a man like him." The background of such a talented rule cultivator must be a legendary being.

The others looked at their thin and tall leader, Barry, awaiting his next command. They all wished to escape but would wait to hear his advice and orders.

"Losers!" Barry yelled. "What else do you know except running away with your tails between your legs? It's time to use my secret weapon." He turned now to face Darren. "Bastard! You're screwed now." He took out several yellow rune papers from his pocket.

"Rune papers!" his followers marveled with surprise.

"My teacher gave me these rune papers to use as a last resort if my life is in danger. It's a waste to use these papers to kill this asshole, but he has infuriated me. Nothing can stop me now."

"What power those rune papers have, Barry? Are you certain you can kill him with the papers?" one of his followers called out.

"Of course, I'm certain! One paper has the ability to suppress his power. Another can shackle him. And the last one can enhance the power of my skill. As long as I use the three of them together, I can even fight against a cultivator of the Mysterious Realm and beat the shit out of him. This bastard is just a cultivator of the Spirit Realm. It'll be a piece of cake!"

When his companions heard this, the fear in their eyes dissipated and hope returned to their hearts. They were well aware of the potential power a rune paper contained.

"Bastard! You will soon regret what you have done to us. Three rune papers! Do you know how precious they are? Your death is guaranteed!" Henry said arrogantly despite being covered by soot and grime.

"So, you don't want to end the fight?" Darren said, shooting a cold glare at them.

"Yeah! That's right! Got a problem with that? Even if you do, you are going to die now. And your beautiful little girlfriend will be mine. Ha-ha!" Barry said, trying to provoke Darren. His companions whooped and cheered behind him.

"Flames Burning!"

A hexagonal circle of fire appeared again.

But this time, Barry ignited a rune paper as he exerted the skill, and the flames of the fire circle were suddenly enhanced more than threefold.

Obviously, this first paper was the one that multiplied his power.

However, Darren stood still, watching Barry's move. He was confident that Barry's fire attack would be no threat to him.

"Target him! Now!"

Barry pushed his hands forward, and the fire circle that now had grown into a massive fireball instantly shot toward Darren.

Now Darren held out his blade and activated his blade internal force. Facing the fireball, he darted forward like a bolt of lightning.

"He is a blade cultivator? It matters not. Shackle!"

Seeing Darren preparing a counterattack, Barry ignited another rune paper.

Darren was racing through the air. Then his speed slowed until a stop as if he had been trapped by thick, invisible chains.

"The Shackle Rune? Weak!"

Darren activated his vital energy and released a flash of sword intent, cutting off the rule threads that he saw were tying him down.

In an instant, the Shackle Rune had lost its power.

His mobility recovered and he dashed at Barry with his original speed.

"What? How- how's that even possible? He also has the sword intent?!"