Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 64 The Shocking Strength

Jerome was shocked when Darren brandished the sword. He sensed a significant threat to himself.

Darren used the first eight skills of the Profound Nine Sword Skills, all at once, smoothly and perfectly.

When in a rage, he had sudden enlightenment regarding the ninth skill.

The Profound Nine Sword Skills was a superior martial arts manual—every one of its first eight skills

was already very powerful combined with the internal force of the sword. However, after they were

perfectly combined, the power became overwhelming. Just as Jerome had said, Darren would become

the most powerful warrior of the Spirit Realm. Hardly could anybody in the same realm win against him.

In this situation, Darren only showed part of his strength. He used the sword instead of simultaneously

using the sword and the saber. Had he used both weapons along with the superior martial arts skills,

his power would be unimaginable.

However, that was not all the power Darren had. His ace was the use of the demonic internal force,

which was more powerful than the internal force of the sword and the saber. What was more, after

transforming into a demonic mode, his body would become extraordinarily strong. Nevertheless, he

would never use it unless he was facing a death threat. This was Darren's life-saving recourse.

Darren was already that powerful at the fifth stage of the Spirit Realm. If he reached the ninth stage of

the Spirit Realm, he might not lose in a battle with a cultivator at the early stages of the Mysterious

Realm.

It was well known that it was hard to challenge a cultivator at the higher stages of your realm, and it

was almost impossible to challenge anyone at a higher realm. In the history of Doriath and among all

the sects, there was no such case where a cultivator at the Spirit Realm had challenged or defeated a

cultivator at the Mysterious Realm.

No matter how strong Darren was or how many cards he had in his hand, it was impossible for him to

challenge or defeat a cultivator at the Mysterious Realm. After all, he was only at the fifth stage of the

Spirit Realm.

Owing to the massive power gaps between realms, Dalton, who was at the ninth stage of the Spirit

Realm, was afraid of Jerome.

In the blink of an eye, Darren approached Dalton while brandishing the sword with strong power.

The force of Dalton's saber could not be overlooked, considering his unique skills. The sword and the

saber collided at an insane speed, which shook the barren mountain violently, like an earthquake.

"What a perfect sword skill!" Although both Elsa's strength and talent had diminished, she still had a

good knowledge of sword skills. She was shocked by Darren's sword skills. "How can he be so

strong?"

Dalton could hardly resist the internal force of Darren's sword, and he was forced to step back quickly.

It seemed like he was going to be torn to pieces by it.

"Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!"

As the sword cut Dalton's body, terrible scars appeared.

"What's wrong? What the hell is going on?" Dalton roared, almost in tears, "How could this bastard be

so strong? It's impossible!"

"Bang!"

After trying to resist Darren's attack, Dalton's body flew like a cannonball and was pinned to the

mountain wall several hundred feet away.

Jerome could not help but knit his eyebrows tightly at this sight. He started to regard Darren as a

significant threat. Jerome was afraid that Darren might easily defeat him when he reached the

Mysterious Realm. He had never seen a youngster as talented as Darren.

"If Darren were in the Mysterious Realm, his name would be listed on the 'Talent Roll', which is known

for its authority in judging talents in the continent, including the Holy Lands. Even at my level, I won't

rank in the first one hundred thousand talents," muttered Jerome.

"Watch out! Darren!" Elsa, who had kept an eye on the mountain wall where Dalton had been pinned,

suddenly cried out. She saw a bloody figure rushing toward Darren.

Darren, who had been focused on Jerome, was alarmed and switched his attention to the figure flying

toward him.

"Go to hell, son of a bitch! Ha-ha!"

Dalton, wearing an evil expression, looked hideous with the horrible scars and the blood on his face.

Darren did not notice the change in Dalton's aura, until he approached him. It had increased

remarkably.

"Huh? How did the saber in his hand begin to burn with blood?" After muttering these words, Darren

took two steps back.

"Ah! The blood essence of a cultivator at the top stage of the Mysterious Realm is attached to that

saber!" Elsa realized what happened to the saber, as Thomas had once left some of his blood essence

on her sword.

At that time, Thomas had told Elsa that if she were in a life-or-death situation, she could ignite the

blood essence of the sword with her own. In that way, her strength would be compressed and

increased at once, and it would be equal to 1 percent of the cultivator's strength at the top stage of the

Mysterious Realm. Then, her attack could hurt a cultivator at the early stages of the Mysterious Realm,

and perhaps, even kill a cultivator at the ninth stage of the Spirit Realm.

Elsa would not have survived in the Black Cliff of Sword Intent had she not ignited the blood essence

on her sword.

"Ha-ha! Dalton ignited the blood essence hiding in the saber. He is going to die with Darren." Jerome

laughed. He could not be more satisfied to see Darren and Dalton die together. The moment he

realized how powerful Darren was, Jerome had decided to kill him before everything escaped his

control.

Darren sensed how strong Dalton was now. With a serious expression, Darren called forth all his

energy with both the sword and the saber, in his hands.

"Show me what you can do!" Darren yelled and started attacking with the sword and the saber.

The sword and the saber danced violently in the air with imposing internal forces. Their charming but

dangerous traces deeply attracted everyone on site.

The mountains swayed and rumbled, the earth trembled, the sand flew, and the pebbles rolled. Dust Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

covered the sky. It was like a replay of what had happened when Darren had killed that diabolic beast.

"He has such terrible power!" Jerome muttered as terror reflected in his eyes. For the first time, Jerome

felt scared in Darren's presence.

He had never believed that a cultivator at the fifth stage of the Spirit Realm could be so strong. He was

shocked and frightened by what he had seen.

The fight between Darren and Dalton became more and more ferocious. Others on site were impacted

too. Jerome found it more and more difficult to deal with the pressure calmly. He was forced to take

several steps back, and finally, he had to use his vital energy to defend against the enormous pressure.

As for Elsa, she felt the unbearable pressure even before Darren started to move. To avoid being hurt,

she ran as far away as possible. Finally, she hid behind a big mountain. However, the impact caused

by the fight was so significant that she still felt sick and suffered a severe internal injury.

It took a long time for the dust and sand to settle.

In a huge pit, about a hundred feet deep, Darren stood quietly as he gazed at Dalton, who was lying on

the ground. He was fatally wounded. The ground was covered in Dalton's blood.

"Why…why don't you…kill me? I cannot stand the pain any longer. Please, please kill me…" Dalton's

anguished voice echoed in the pit.

"Didn't I tell you that I would make you pay for all the evil things you have done? You deserve all the

pain you're feeling. Enjoy it!" Darren said coldly and indifferently.

"Well done, boy!"

said Jerome, as he walked toward Darren, clapping. "You surprised me. I never thought that you would

be so good. I judged you incorrectly before."

Uttering these words, Jerome's figure flashed and then approached Darren.

When everything calmed down, Elsa ran back to see what was going on. When she saw that Darren

was safe and sound, she was so happy that she almost burst into tears. But, soon after, she frowned

and became worried again. She thought, 'Dalton can't survive this, but what about Jerome? What

should I do?'

"Jerome, Dalton is a ruthless and shameless guy. Thank you for everything that you have done.

Without you, he might have killed us. I'll report this to my father when I return to our sect, and I'm sure

he will visit and express his gratitude to you," said Elsa. She was trying to probe for Jerome's real

intentions.

"Ha-ha-ha…" Jerome suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Elsa, don't be so naive. Do you really

think that I will let Darren go? How can you be so ignorant?

Even if I spare his life, do you think he will survive when he returns to the sect? I'm sure that Alan, that

bastard, will tear him to pieces. He is doomed. If I kill him, at least I can try to make it fast and less

painful. Clear?" Jerome chuckled, as he reached out and patted Darren's face.

"So, are you telling me that only one of us will leave here alive?" Darren questioned as he quickly put

some distance between himself and Jerome. An overwhelming killing intention emerged in Darren's

eyes.

…

Miles away, Alan was drinking cheerfully with an old man in a palace. All of a sudden, his face paled,

and a stream of blood spurted from his mouth. He stood, stumbling and wavering.

"My son… My son was killed… Who killed my son?"

Alan wailed. His grief drove him to the edge of insanity.