The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 61 - Run or Die!
Xian Shen took out a firecracker from under the sleeve of his robe and lit it not far from the location where Jiazhen Yan and Lan Shuiyang were fighting, it aims to call the committee officers in emergency situations out of control. It was not certain when help would come but Xian Shen picked up a red firecracker which was a sign that the signal contained an A-level emergency message.
Perhaps at this time Jiazhen Yan was still able to excel against the Lightweight enemies of the Red Taring, but Xian Shen already knew that their classmates liked to play tricks on opponents. The proof was now in sight, Lan Shuiyang broke away from Jiazhen Yan's Pure Fire Hell prison while laughing out loud.
"You think that'll burn me? You're so naive!" his cheers were full of ambition, now it seems that the man showed the kind of original power that resides in him that is called a gift from the Owner of Light.
Xue Zhan regained his senses and looked towards Lan Shuiyang, his eyes staring at the flashback when fighting against the mysterious girl. Exactly the same, now on Lan Shuiyang's body was a light tattoo that shone brightly. He could feel the great power far more times than before and it was a sign of danger for Jiazhen Yan.
"Retreat ..." Xue Zhan tried to speak but it was useless that Jiazhen Yan would not listen and instead prepared to fight one-on-one with Lan Shuiyang. Xiao Rong read the clumsiness and immediately reached out to Xian Shen who inevitably had to go forward instead of being alone in this forest.
Lan Shuiyang prepared with an attack from three directions, both of his hands raised up accompanied by a deep breath, in a short time his profound strength regrouped and a huge shock struck the three youths who approached him until they were thrown far away.
Xue Zhan woke up staggering suddenly spewing blood, he had to immediately save his three friends or the four of them would be annihilated by the enemy.
'Remember, you might be able to master one style. But not necessarily you are able to perfect that style with your own strength.'
Flashbacks surfaced, Zhao Xuyang's former Council of Nine remark suddenly returned in his memory. Three months was a fairly short time of meeting a great person like Zhao Xuyang but Xue Zhan could confirm that all of the man's words would be immortal in his memory.
All this time Xue Zhan had been trying to learn one skill on the last sheet of stage one, wind. But somehow the style was not as much as he expected.
There was one missing piece that Xue Zhan was unable to find inside of him so he was unable to master the skill well.
His understanding, training, hard work, everything he has. He focused his training on the skill for up to three months, and even then Xue Zhan still had not found a single piece left to master the technique perfectly.
"Energy alone is not enough, Xue Zhan," the old man said as he stared at the Sacred Sword Statue in front of him, the wind from the valley flew upwards and flew his long white beard. Xue Zhan was sitting cross-legged while listening to the precious word after word of the figure.
"What am I lacking?"
The man turned around, "It's not just hard work, training and passion that makes you strong ...."
His words hung up just like that letting the roar of wind fill the void between the two of them, impatiently getting Xue Zhan's reply urged.
"Then? What I don't have, I really want to know," he lamented, looking at his own two hands in turn, unable to find an answer when someone asked him, "What don't you have?"
Zhao Xuyang actually asked the question, leaving him speechless in frustration without getting an answer.
"Only you can answer that."
Xue Zhan was too late in the chaos of thought until he did not listen to the next words from the man.
But now in front of Lan Shuiyang he regained what he had lost from his memories.
Xue Zhan opened his eyes slowly, seeing what fortitude Zhao Xuyang meant.
Seeing the goal that he held for himself from the beginning, he wanted to become a hero who protected others and proved that demons were not a threat to humans.
He felt it, a heart as hard as steel, principles and determination as Zhao Xuyang meant, it was all his reason for fighting.
"Oh one person has woken up from his deep sleep, are we too noisy?" Lan Shuiyang stuck the Holy Spear on the ground and chuckled when he found Jiazhen Yan as if telling his friend to stop. He had just sensed Lan Shuiyang's original strength and should have understood this was not a play zone for them.
The Light Guards class enemies of the Red Fangs were the opponents of the Sacred Swords, not entry-level warriors like them.
Those red eyes glowed beautifully, making Lan Shuiyang pause for a moment and digest what was going on. Xue Zhan looked different from before, not only the look in his eyes but also the strength within his body that was slowly turning similar to the fiery turmoil engulfed in a gigantic blaze.
"It looks like I just woke a demon from his sleep?"
His body half-couched with the Holy Spear swirling in front of his body re-created the same stance, no matter how many times it was used it still had high-level attacks that were difficult to fend off or avoid. Wind howled around him, with Xue Zhan's eyes he could now see a swarm of power centered on the tip of the spear. The light on Lan Shuiyang's body emitted a light power that doubled the power.
The attack this time was two-fold - no, three times more powerful than before. It made his three friends panic and intend to stop Xue Zhan before it was too late.
Xue Zhan closed his eyes uninterrupted by the surrounding noise. Heart under the sword. His emotions-fear, worry, uneasiness and all pessimistic feelings slowly pulled over were replaced by a great force in his heart, making him as firm as steel and blazing as coals. Xue Zhan was the sword itself.
Those eyes were burning even more intensely, he walked slowly following Lan Shuiyang who was also approaching towards him while carrying the sword without hesitation. His footsteps were fast and getting faster at each step, his teeth were tightly fused, Xue Zhan was galloping so much Lan Shuiyang that the two met each other at one point.
Ten discs were thrown towards Lan Shuiyang, the man deflected easily and took out his mainstay stance.
"Sacred Spear - 12 Sky-Shaking Slashes!"
He took out that stance, but Xue Zhan did not do the same. He actually rotates at a perfect angle so that he is not exposed to the slightest attack from the stance. It can be called almost thin.
His sword slashed in a 360-degree circle, Lan Shuiyang turned around and suddenly an incision appeared on his neck skin splashing blood. He held his neck with a face that did not accept.
"Fuck-off"
"The Book of Heavenly Phoenix - Lightning Phoenix Claw!"
Lan Shuiyang was startled to get an unexpected attack, from that distance the wind force propagated in the air towards him. At a glance Lan Shuiyang saw the glowing lightning forming the form of a green Phoenix bird, the bird shot sharply and hit it until it fell flat on its back.
His whole body was stung. However the man could still stand, this time his face was a thousand times more terrifying than before and Xue Zhan who still had common sense immediately called out to his three friends. They had no chance of winning against the man.
"RUN OR DIE!"