Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 63

Before long, Darren and Elsa were out of the Ilmen Sect's area and rushed into a strange forest.

Following closely behind them was Dalton. He cut down every thick tree that stood in his way as easily as one would cut grass.

"Damn it! The bastard runs too fast…" he couldn't help cursing.

No matter how hard Dalton tried to catch up, Darren was always hundreds of meters ahead of him. 'Did the asshole have some kind of lightness training? How the hell can he run so fast dragging a girl who just barely reached the Primary Realm?' he wondered in frustration.

In the meantime, another man followed behind them, as quietly and swiftly as a shadow, keeping a certain distance from them all the while.

'It seems that Darren is leading Dalton that way on purpose, ' the man thought. Having found something rather strange, he was waiting for something exciting to unfold.

Even after chasing Darren for quite a while, Dalton was still a long way behind. Burning with fury, he ended up summoning all his vital energy, dashing through the forest as fast as possible, knocking tree after tree down in his wake.

Finally, having spent much of his vital energy, he began approaching Darren.

But the chased wasn't in any panic—he merely continued running forward, dragging Elsa along.

'Go ahead!

The closer you get to me, the sooner you'll meet your end, ' Darren thought with a malicious smile.

"Darren, you're too fast! I can barely keep my eyes open," Elsa said, taken aback by his speed. Being pulled forward by Darren, she felt as if her heels were flying off the ground.

"Don't worry, Elsa. We'll make our stop soon," he calmly said as if he were taking a walk in the park, not running for his life.

Seeing the confident smile on his lips, Elsa couldn't help but stare at him curiously—it didn't seem like he had any sense of the danger and trouble around him. 'Has he found some way to get rid of Dalton? Or maybe…

he's just not afraid of him at all?' she wondered.

It seemed that Dalton was closing in on them, as the distance between them having been shortened to about several dozen feet.

"Go to hell!"

With a wave of his blade, Dalton made a stroke of vital energy fly toward Darren.

The latter easily dodged the attack with quick reflexes—the vital energy wasn't even close to touching him.

"Damn it!

This bastard!"

His frustration building up, Dalton couldn't help crying out.

An hour had passed when Darren made it a hundred miles away from the Ilmen Sect.

'It's time to stop, ' he thought. Seeing them halt, Dalton was delighted, thinking that Darren was completely out of vital energy.

"Run! Why aren't you moving?

You bastard, you're not getting away from me! Since you run so fast, I'll have to cut your legs off!" Dalton ruthlessly shouted.

"Darren…"

Elsa wondered why he stopped so abruptly—there didn't seem to be any sign of exhaustion in his vital energy.

In response, Darren gave her a look signaling it wasn't a good time to be asking questions. Turning to Dalton, he said, "We're far enough away from the Ilmen Sect now. Nobody will know if I kill someone here."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Dalton asked in confusion. Suddenly, he felt something wrong, recalling that Darren had managed to keep hundreds of meters away from him. It was too unusual. Finally, he figured out Darren's true intentions. "So you brought me here on purpose?"