Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 637

"You want to run away? Don't be so naive. There's no escaping me!" The voice that followed Darren was far too close for comfort. Hideously inhuman though it was, there was an unmistakable playfulness in its cruel roar.

Knowing that there was indeed little hope in retreating, Darren abruptly stopped and fired his dark gold internal force.

To his dismay, his elixir field had been pierced, causing an awful pain to tear through his body for as long as he used his skills. The only thing that could hurt more, in fact, was a direct attack on his soul.

Meanwhile, his dark gold internal force was slow enough that the dark smoke dodged it with ease.

This foe had grasped the Shadow Rule, and was in fact the stronger of the two.

While still injured, it would be almost impossible for Darren to win this fight.

After dodging his attack, the dark smoke condensed into an arrow and shot toward Darren.

It struck home, piercing him through the belly again.

"Ha, you little weakling," the man taunted. "How does it feel with your elixir field broken?"

Darren did not answer at first. He swayed on his feet, blood soaking the lower half of his body even as he tried to cover his wounds.

"Oh, what are you waiting for?" he gasped. "If you're going to kill me, just get it over with."

These words of Darren's were a gamble on his part. He was hoping that his attacker was angry enough, or sadistic enough, to be goaded into taking its time. Otherwise, the man would indeed just finish him off immediately.

"Ah," came the reply. "So it's a quick death you want? I don't think so. Not after the trouble you've caused me, killing so many of my disciples in the Crimson Sea Sect. No, I promise you anything but a quick release from the pain."

Hearing this, Darren felt a small measure of hope. It seemed he might actually have a chance of survival now.

Gritting his teeth, he backed away, heading to the spot where several powerful masters were locked in fierce combat, oblivious to Darren's existence.

If he could lure his assailant there, he thought an opportunity for escape might present itself.

Meanwhile, the dark smoke wasn't letting up for a second. He followed Darren and repeatedly stabbed at his elixir field, clearly taking his time with it.

Incredibly, the pain continually grew worse and worse, and Darren was near-constantly hacking up blood as he endured the torture. If he lost consciousness or finished bleeding out, it would be the end for him.

Finally he wasn't far off from the fighters. The Holy Will was blasting around them, which made Darren very uncomfortable.

However, the thought of a slow, gruesome death made him more uncomfortable. He steeled himself and flew toward the center of the battlefield.

Seeing this, the dark smoke realized what his victim was up to. "Oh, you're clever," he muttered, incensed. "I think I'm done playing with you, then."

With that, the dark smoke turned into an arrow again. This time, though, he aimed himself straight at Darren's heart.

Yet at that very moment, Darren was shouting as loud as he could in the midst of the battlefield, "Watch out! The top master of the Crimson Sea Sect is coming to attack us!"

All of the warriors heard Darren's warning. Though they didn't recognize him, they were smart enough to stop what they were doing and reach out with their spiritual sense.

Sure enough, they detected the approaching smoke creature, preparing to launch a sneak attack.

The next moment, nine streams of powerful Fringe Holy Will simultaneously shot towards the intruder. Strong though he was from having comprehended the Shadow Rule, even he couldn't just ignore attacks from such warriors as these.

Had he been able, he would have killed all of them already.

But even as he dodged eight of the attacks, one made a direct hit and blasted him back a great distance, where he turned back to his human form.

That was the form of a thin young man. Human though he was, the murderous intensity in his eyes was incredible.

He flew back to the spot he'd been blasted from, cursing and raging at how he had been foiled. By the time he reached it, though, Darren was nowhere in sight.

"Damn it! Bastard. I will find you and I must kill you today! You won't live to see tomorrow, you bastard! I will find you, and soon!"