Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 89

Time had gone by fast. Only five days later, it was already the beginning of the Five Schools Competition in the Ilmen Sect.

Early in the morning, the square of the sect was soon crowded with people—both sect disciples and elders gathered in the area.

Even Darren and Elsa arrived at the square early. But Darren was rather restless—it was doomed to be a restless day.

"Darren, although the skill you and Elsa obtained can only be used once, I have no doubt that you will shine on this stage today," Cody noted. The disciples surrounding Darren and Elsa all belonged to the School of Sword Skill, including Cody. After he heard about what happened to Darren, he looked forward to his performance in the competition.

Shaking his head, Darren said, "Cody, I won't be taking part in the competition this time."

"What? Why not?" Cody asked, puzzled—he had no clue what was about to unfold. But Darren had to discuss the big plan with Michael immediately. To him, there was no point in participating in the competition.

"I don't want to join.

It's meaningless," Darren answered, gently but firmly.

"You're strange. Everyone's out there, scratching their heads, preparing to outdo themselves in this competition—some are even excited for a chance to attract the attention of the beauties in the audience. Yet, you don't even care to participate," Cody chuckled. "I really don't understand you."

"Cody, with your strength, you surely can get some beautiful women to scream and cheer for you. Come on," Elsa teased, standing aside.

As they chatted lightheartedly, a group of people headed toward the area where the disciples of the School of Sword Skill stood.

"You're Darren?"

The speaker was a handsome young man whom Darren had never seen before.

"Yes, that's me. Can I help you?" he asked, rather indifferently.

"Ha…"

Suddenly, the young man's handsome face twisted into something cold as he grinned maliciously. Stretching out his tongue, he gave the spear in his hand a long lick. "No…I just came to remind you that my divine spear is interested in your blood."

With that, he fixed his eyes on Darren with the tip of his spear pointed at Darren's neck. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving everyone confused.

"That was Randy. He's said to be one of the two most mysterious geniuses of the Ilmen Sect. He hardly ever shows his face. Six months ago, though, I heard that he stabbed someone to death—some genius at the Mysterious Realm of the other sect. No one knows how powerful he is now." The thought made Cody's brows furrow in worry.

However, Darren felt no nervousness whatsoever. Although he didn't know Randy, the rumors about the strange man had reached Darren in the past. From their first encounter, Darren could tell that Randy was there to make a demonstration, probably for Fiona's sake.

Sure enough, as soon as Randy left, he saw Fiona and the woman from last time arrive together.

"Well, Darren, I advise you to hide your head back in your shell today…

Or Fiona's boyfriend will beat you to a pulp!" the woman said, looking scornful.

Darren didn't bother to give her a reaction, and her mood worsened. Evidently, the woman bitterly commented, "Look at yourself. Who do you think you are? Next to Randy, you're nothing but a piece of shit."

"I haven't done anything to offend you. If you say another word, you will suffer," Darren warned, unable to stand her any longer. The woman was not only horrible to look at, but also damn annoying in his opinion.

"Ha! Can you do that?"

The plain-looking woman pouted and said, "Randy and I are good friends now. You should think twice before trying to intimidate me. Can't you see how weak you are? If you dare touch a hair on my head, Randy will break your legs if I tell him to. Don't you dare threaten me!"

"May, stop talking." Finally, Fiona took a place beside her and interrupted the ramble. She was deliberately keeping silent until she saw Darren's lack of a reaction when the woman mentioned her relationship with Randy—Fiona wanted to see Darren look lost and hurt.

Much to her disappointment, there was no hint of emotion in Darren's indifferent stare.

"What are you afraid of? He's a coward. So what if I scold him? Even if I drop a shit on his head, he wouldn't dare say anything," the woman continued. Because she had Randy's support, she feared no one at the Ilmen Sect.