Mystical Journey

Chapter 719 - Situation 1

Chapter 719: Situation 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Meet?” Were they really here to meet him?

Deep in his heart, Garen had already understood everything. After the battle with the Blood Breed Wellington, both Hochman and Dahm’s powers had reached extremely powerful levels. That battle resulted in qualitative changes that upgraded the seeds within their bodies. Furthermore, their natures would not allow them to resign themselves to being controlled by the Holy Fist Palace for an eternity.

Loud gunshots could be heard outside the car but Garen remained in his seat quietly. He did not move and waited silently for the noises outside to cease.

After a short while, the gunshots stopped before they were replaced by the sound of someone yanking a heavy object out of the ground and smashing it against the floor.

All of Hochman and Dahm’s planted agents within the convoy were taken care of completely. Not a single one remained.

The sound of car doors opening and closing again could be heard from the back quickly.

The deputy got into the car again and spoke respectfully.

“Commander, all of the people in the third car have been taken care of properly.”

“Continue on our journey, quickly,” said Garen casually.

Engine noises could be heard throughout the convoy again as they began to move forward.

Seconds and minutes ticked by and the drivers switched twice. Finally, they reached a part of the road that was much better maintained. There were even simple fences on the border. Meanwhile, advertisement boards on the roadside passed them slowly.

Soon, many cars drove towards them from the opposite directions. Most of these cars were cross-country jeeps. More passersby appeared on the side of the road as well.

“We’re going to reach Ansett soon,” said the female driver softly.

Garen nodded and opened his eyes. He suddenly noticed that the road in front of them was getting wider.

“Get ready to stop the convoy.”

“Yes,” the female driver did not object at all. She used her communication device to contact the vehicles behind her before slowing the car down gradually.

Moments later, two separate convoys of cars stopped beside the road in front of them from afar. Those two convoys seemed to separate the people on both sides. From afar, they could hear the sound of the engines roaring while people got down from the cars on the left and right sides respectively.

The ones leading the way were Hochman and Dahm. One of them was extremely muscular and dressed in a black shirt and trousers while the other one had a slender body and was wearing a tight-fitting bright red leather jacket. Both of them looked strange.

Hochman and Dahm watched the convoy approach them from afar before lowering their heads slowly as a sign of respect.

A faint smile appeared on Garen’s face while he remained inside the car.

The car stopped within less than five meters in front of the two men slowly while driving close to the side of the road.

Garen opened the car door and got down before his eyes scanned across the duo in front of him.

“You arrived really quickly,” he said casually.

“Since our Master was in trouble, our natural response as disciples was to rush over and help at the first moment. This was the right thing to do,” answered Hochman quietly. “We’ve already made the necessary arrangements. We will go to the airport in front immediately and take a personal jet that will fly directly to New York. Master, please get in the car.”

“Everything has been arranged accordingly over at the Holy Fist Palace as well. You don’t have to worry, Master.” Dahm stood on the sidelines and spoke respectfully in a voice that was neither feminine nor masculine.

“You’re truly my beloved disciples, huh...” Garen smiled happily before taking large strides towards the luxurious and exquisite sedan that had been prepared behind the two men.

Behind him, Hochman and Dahm clenched their fists simultaneously before a strange atmosphere began to permeate around them slowly. The power that they were concealing gathered in one place like the silence before the storm.

Both of them glanced at Garen’s unprepared back from the corners of their eyes unconsciously.

Garen’s face seemed abnormally defeated and this was the first time they had seen him in such a tight fix. Although they did not know the reason behind this, it was still a once in a lifetime opportunity...

Faint blood red auras and light burned throughout Dahm’s body. He clenched his right hand gently and released it before the blood red nail polish on his five fingers turned brighter.

Clap!

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his right shoulder.

Dahm was shocked and turned his head around to look before realizing that it was only Hochman. The other man was shaking his head at him faintly.

Clap!

The sound of a car door being opened could be heard from the front.

Neither of them dared to make any more moves. Instead, they dispersed quickly and followed behind closely.

“I just received the news that all of my men have died. It happened last night on the way back,” Hochman whispered in Dahm’s ear quietly while the latter felt his heart sink slightly.

Both of them glanced silently at Garen who was now sitting inside the car. Although Garen was not looking in their direction, they could feel a strange gaze that was directed towards them from Garen’s body.

“Go! Return to the headquarters!”

Hochman spoke quietly.

Dahm took a deep breath. After being tortured previously, his whole body had become skinnier, and a fearful shadow flashed in his eyes while he followed Hochman closely.

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Half a month later...

Wellington Manor

“What?! Those three people have left!” inside the dark hall, a frail voice could be heard suddenly. The voice sounded extremely shocked.

Before him was a half-kneeling figure clad in a black cloak.

“Four days ago, two of the elders left Kaska. We don’t know of their whereabouts as they did not leave any messages. However, we have intensified the search. Elder Tu Lan wanted to let you contact them personally.”

The figure spoke quietly.

“That guy...” the frail voice became softer. “Get up first and then speak, Pigus.”

“Thank you, Elder,” the man in the black cloak rose respectfully. “Great Elder, your subordinates want to deliver something that they found in the surroundings of the family’s secret passages. Once we appraised it, we realized that there is a seventy percent chance that this object is an important item that belongs to the Holy Fist Palace.”

“Oh?” the Great Elder sat upright in his seat while a strange expression appeared on his face. “Bring it here.”

“Yes.” The man in the black cloak removed a little box with a pitch-black cover. No one knew what was inside.

He held it with both hands respectfully before walking towards the Great Elder’s seat and passing it to him.

“This is?” the Great Elder outstretched his hand and received the item before opening the box at once.

But there was nothing inside!

Bang!!!

The man in the black cloak pressed both of his palms together in the shape of a sharp claw before striking at the Great Elder’s chest suddenly.

Hahahaha!!

A tearing noise could be heard from the man in the black cloak as if a powerful invisible Qi had torn him into many pieces.

Pigus’ ferocious guffawing face was exposed underneath the cloak.

“Great Elder, Master Dahm from the Holy Fist Palace sends his regards!”

Boom!!!

The Great Elder smashed one of his fist’s against Pigus’ body before sending him flying violently.

Pigus was sent flying and crashed into the wall painfully. A large depression formed there before he bounced off and rolled on the floor. He rolled more than ten times consecutively and his entire chest had been stabbed through.

However, the low rumble of his laughter continued to echo throughout the hall continuously.

“You... You...!” the Great Elder’s chest had sunk inwards. Although he was an Upper-level Blood Breed, he was unable to defend himself from a Middle-level Blood Breed’s powerful punch, which could pierce through his chest. The injuries that he had suffered could not be ignored at all.

The thing that shocked him even more was that the injured areas were becoming unbearably itchy. It felt as if numerous little insects were constantly biting his wounds and crawling into the deeper parts.

He glared at Pigus below him with a mixture of fear and rage. This was the core of the Wellington family that only the Elders could enter. Furthermore, its insulation effects were also extremely strong. Pigus had always been one of his most trusted confidants and one of the most elite leaders within the Middle-level Blood Breeds.

On the ground, Pigus crawled upwards with much difficulty. However, his nimble movements allowed him to leap backward quickly before closing the distance between them in a flash.

“Great Elder, the glory of the Wellington family has passed. There’s an ancient Asian saying that goes ‘A wise man submits to circumstances’. As long as you’re willing to submit and pledge your allegiance, Master Dahm from the Holy Fist Palace will not treat you unkindly at all. Instead, he will definitely place you in a higher position!”

A deceitful and ruthless look appeared on his face.

“You... Why did you have to betray me...” the Great Elder could feel that the itchiness from his chest was spreading throughout his whole body. His body’s self-healing abilities were completely useless now. He had never been a fighter, and although he possessed the physical qualities of an Upper-level Blood Breed, he could not release his fighting abilities at all. Therefore, in reality, his power was only sufficient to suppress Middle-level Blood Breeds.

“We can only learn the ways of the supreme Fist Techniques by submitting ourselves and pledging our allegiance to the Holy Fist Palace. This is true power! As part of the secret party, didn’t we only gather to pursue power?”

This Middle-level Blood Breed named Pigus was already being controlled by the Waterbird Fist Primer that Dahm had passed on to him.

After the Wellington battle, Dahm and Hochman began attempting to pass on the Waterbird Fist by using their auras to set up primers as measures to control the Blood Breeds.

These measures could truly create powerful functions that could control the life and death of a Blood Breed. However, the most important aspect was that it was still being completely supplied by Garen.

Generations of Blood Breeds could always be suppressed by the blood in their bloodlines. The Upper levels would control the Lower levels, making the latter completely unable to resist due to the difference between their powers. However, Garen’s research regarding the soul and flesh had greatly surpassed this world. He was finally able to solve this issue after some probing.

Using the experience that he had gained from dissecting creatures in the Totem world, Garen successfully implanted his soul primer into the blood of a Blood Breed before fusing it completely as one body. He was able to achieve his goal of properly suppressing the instincts of this blood.

Although Garen was unable to return for half a month, he was finally able to find a way to control the Blood Breeds’ Secret Techniques. He could quietly control Middle and Lower-level Blood Breeds now, and once he obtained the poison that old man AG was refining, the scene before him would occur again.

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Simultaneously, within the barren hills of South America

“Dead Waterbird Fist!”

A red shadow flashed past quickly and drew a blood red line in the air before falling on a large white stone gently.

This place was actually a narrow valley.

Within the valley, a figure in white clothes was sent flying horizontally in an extremely embarrassing manner. The figure crashed against one of the stone walls in the valley with a ‘bang’ before falling into a pile of rubble and sand.

After he was struck, the clothes of the figure in white were stained with a grey layer. He crawled upwards with much difficulty while faint scars could be seen all over his hands and body.

This was a pale but handsome man who had a head of beautiful blue hair that was currently dripping with sweat and sticking to his forehead. Despite his scars, his beautiful face could still be seen.

He turned his head around determinedly and looked at the red figure that was standing behind him on a large rock. His eyes were filled with panic and fear.

“I’ve always hated those who are more beautiful than me...” a voice that was neither masculine nor feminine echoed from the large rock.

Bang!!

A horrific gash was opened suddenly on the left side of the man in white’s neck. Bright red blood sputtered outwards and fell on the ground. Strangely enough, the blood attempted to move backward and flow in the direction of the man in white, as if it was a living creature. However, it was immediately intercepted by a black shadow, causing it to lose its activated abilities at once. It condensed and solidified before turning into normal blood.

Although the man in white had just suffered serious injuries, his neck was still able to heal quickly in a strange manner. The wound shrunk quickly at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

“You...!!” an expression that displayed his fear of death appeared in his eyes, exposing his thirst and desire for his life.

“Don’t... Don’t kill me... Don’t!!” He begged loudly before his entire body slumped to the ground lifelessly. He was not out of strength; he had merely lost every bit of resistance in his heart.