Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 561

Ten days later

Mathew reappeared on the seventh floor of the Starry Tower.

A handsome young man with long black hair stood next to him. But the young man's eyes were dull, and he looked rather lifeless. He was Darren's avatar, which was created by Mathew.

"Darren!" Mathew shouted.

Whoosh!

Darren flew toward Mathew to greet him.

"Ha-ha! Your sword and blade intents have improved again!" Mathew exclaimed. Excitement flashed in his eyes as he studied Darren.

"Sir, it's all because of Mr. Hanson Xiao's guidance. Oh, is this the avatar that you have made for me? It looks exactly the same as me, except that it appears expressionless and cold." Darren looked at the young man beside Mathew. Astonishment and eagerness coursed through him.

"Don't worry. The avatar is not finished yet. As he hasn't been infused with a soul, he can't have self-consciousness. That's why I am here. I need your help to complete the last step.

To do that, I will need to extract a strand of your soul and infuse it into his body. You need to relax during the whole process, even if you feel discomfort or pain. You must not try to resist them. I'm sorry, but it's going to be a painful process. Fortunately, it won't take long. So, please endure the pain until the process is finished," Mathew explained.

"Well, I have endured soul torturing previously. Sir, please proceed with the process. I am ready to bear the pain." Darren looked relaxed as he spoke.

Mathew nodded slightly. Then, he took out a small silver blade and stabbed it into Darren's head.

"Ah," Darren screamed when he felt the agony of his soul being split. The attack was so unexpected that he couldn't control his reaction.

Yet, soon, he calmed himself. With gritted teeth, Darren remained silent as Mathew worked on removing a strand of his soul.

It was so painful that before long, Darren's expression was distorted, and beads of sweat covered his face. Everything in front of him was blurry, and he could not see properly.

After what seemed ages, the pain finally subsided a little.

"Darren, take this," Mathew said as he handed the boy a pill.

Darren did as he was told. After that, he felt something cold in his mouth, and a sense of relaxation and ease coursed through his body. A few seconds later, Darren felt that the pain from the soul splitting had disappeared.

He began to pant heavily, as the feeling of removing a part of his soul was akin to drowning.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through this. You should rest now." Mathew knew how painful it was when one's soul was cut. Thus, he understood what Darren was feeling.

"Okay." Darren sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes as he focused on relaxing himself.

"Darren, now try to contact your avatar," Mathew suggested.

"Thank you for bringing me to life, sir." Darren's avatar, who stood beside Mathew, bowed to him with a smile.

"Well, not bad. You already can control your avatar." Mathew smiled.

"Ha-ha, the pain was almost unbearable. But it seems worth it. Sir, could you please send me out immediately as I am worried that the mutants may have invaded the territory of the human race," Darren's avatar said anxiously.

"Well, if you're ready, then it's time to send you out. Heed my advice: Even though you are just an avatar, don't get killed easily; if you die, your real body will suffer an unbearable soul attack. The repercussions are severe as Darren can become an idiot forever, or worse, he may even die," Mathew explained.

"Sir, please don't worry," Darren said as he stood and dusted his pants. "My avatar's strength is comparable to a six-star grand warrior, and he can use all my skills. I'll give him a few divine weapons as well. With my skills and weapons, he will not be in any imminent danger."

Mathew turned and replied to Darren with a smile, "Oh, it's great to see that you can control the avatar so smoothly now. Who should I talk to if I wanted to ask you some questions?"

"Ha-ha, I'm still practicing. But, as our souls have merged, it has been quick and easy for me to control my avatar. By the way, since my avatar can inherit all my martial arts skills, why don't you help me make more avatars?" Darren replied with a smile.

"Stop daydreaming!" Mathew said as he patted Darren's head lightly. "The treasures and methods needed to make this avatar were prepared by my master a long time ago. Not only have the preparations to create your avatar consumed a lot of time and effort, but I also feel the resources have been wasted as your avatar is quite weak. It's impossible to create a new avatar for at least another hundred years. You should be content with one."

"Well, I see. I should leave now," the avatar said.

"All right. But, be careful," Mathew replied.

Darren gave his Space Ring to the avatar before Mathew teleported him out of the Starry Tower. Then, Darren continued to learn from Hanson as they waited for their master to return.

Somewhere in the wilderness of the southern land of the Lothlann Continent

Air waves rippled through space as it ripped open, and then, a tall and handsome figure appeared out of nowhere. The figure was Darren's avatar. His name was also Darren.

"Run!"

As soon as Darren's avatar landed on the ground, he heard a scream. Then, he saw a group of dark figures rushing toward him. They had been the ones to shout the warning.

Darren didn't stop them. Instead, he stepped aside to make way for them.