Nightmare's Call

Chapter 197 - Confidence: Part 3

Chapter 197: Confidence: Part 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The undulating waves crashed violently against the rugged rocks and broke up, leaving behind a blanket of white foam on the water surface. Under the sunlight, the white foams had only stayed for a second before bursting and vanishing out of the water. The sea at the coastline was like wild horses with waves rolling in long and white fringed and disappeared.

Here, a white-haired man with a perfect body shape holding a metal staff slowly emerged from the deep water with his short white hair fluttered in the wind. He wore short sleeves and a pair of long white pants, his muscular chest was clearly visible. Strangely, the water did not wet his clothes but just slid off the surface of the fabric.

“Interesting. I can’t believe that I have already agreed with the Starfury Clan and do this myself.” The man looked up at the island up ahead. His blue eyes scanned the surroundings as he slowly trudged toward the shore.

Earlier, he thought the crackdown team led by Maham should be able to complete the mission. He did not expect to sense the drastically declining signs of life of Maham while onboard the boat. So he had no choice but to do it himself.

“What the heck Maham is doing? Has he thrown all my teachings to the wind?” He appeared frustrated. Holding the staff in hand, he bent his legs slightly before springing up in the air toward the islands. His movement was quick as he could leap a hundred meters in a beat. By now, he could already sense Maham was close by.

In just a few minutes, the man finally saw a fragile green light shield up ahead, inside of which was Maham, who was critically wounded, and Khadula, who was almost decapitated.

“Teacher!” Maham seemed to have sensed the man’s energy and looked back, his eyes emanating an excitement. “Kill him, Teacher Vanyi.” He called out aloud.

The man’s eyes landed on Khadula. “Another fallen one who has discarded his body?” While speaking, he raised his staff, launching himself in the air in an unhurried yet swift motion. In just a beat, he leaped across a hundred meters, and his staff had come within Khadula’s sight.

“No!” Khadula flinched in fear as if he had sensed the end coming. But he could not dodge the staff that came at him at high speed.

All of a sudden, the staff stopped a mere inch from his brow, and powerful wind of kinetic energy gusted past him. The man froze in motion, eyes squinting as he slowly turned to look back over his shoulder.

Some distance behind him, a gray-haired old man, draped in maroon armor, was lifting Maham out of the sea.

“Evil.” The old man clenched Maham by his neck, dragging him along as he moved forward. “Kid, you are on the wrong path.” He looked calmly in the eyes of the man holding a staff.

“Who do you think you are to lecture me?” The man sneered, his eyes moving around stiffly with a viciously evil look.

“Let’s see how evil you have become.” A white light flashed in the old man’s eyes, and he instantly saw a faint red glow of evil on the man. All it took was a couple cleansing to get rid of this red light, he thought to himself.

“The sacred light told me you are a goner,” said the old man calmly.

“What do you want?” The younger man was perplexed. “Do you want to exchange hostages?”

“That won’t be necessary. The one in your hand is a devil too. So you all shall die!” The old man suddenly roared and went up in dark-red flames. The flames materialized and formed a double ax in his hand.

“Dispel the evil! Kill!” He lunged at the man and Khadula at once. Flames that dropped on the sea ignited the water instantly.

Khadula’s hopeful expression collapsed. While the man with the staff was transfixed, Khadula took this opportunity to get away by disintegrating into arms and swam away in all directions.

“Crazy old man!” Caught off guard, the man braced his staff in front in anticipation of the double ax attack. Their weapons collided. He felt terrific energy travel up his arms and throughout his body, sending the sand under his feet flying into the air. He could not believe that he had been overpowered.

He was born with extraordinary strength and was the most powerful one in terms of brute force strength in the entire Heaven’s Spire. This was even before taking his cultivation of dark energy into consideration. But this old man who came out of nowhere had quickly overcome him.

“Celestial Spirit!” He took a step back, and a green giant formed by chains appeared behind him. As the giant extended his hand, a black pearl emitting light with different colors appeared on his palm. Immediately, he thrust his hand at the old man.

The same move, but the power and effect were entirely different from what Maham could unleash. Not only Celestial Spirit of the chain giant was bigger, more powerful, and faster, but the colored lights of the black pearl were also double in intensity—a unique feature of Stygian Force of a Six Winger.

The dark energy of a Six Winger was not only powerful, but the skills it used were even of a higher level. More so, with the changes in the dark energy. After becoming a Six Winger, the cohesive force of the dark energy would undergo essential changes, forming a sturdier structure under higher exogenic forces. This transformed dark energy was dubbed Stygian Force.

Darksiders who mastered this Stygian Force could quickly use their strength to its limit, and this meant every move was at its highest power.

“You must have a death wish! Now, let me send you to hell!” Vanyi wielded his staff back before striking at the old man again at lightning speed with a series of airbursts sound. His attack came in thirteen successive blows. The chain giant’s large hand had also hit Vanyi hard in the chest. They both had hit each other, but Vanyi felt as if his staff had struck on a solid metal wall.

“You...” Vanyi sensed something amiss and scrambled to pull back. But his staff was stuck on the armor of the old man.

“I am the Steel Lord with unparalleled armor, the strongest of all!” The old man raised his double ax and struck down with a terrifying force of red flames.

All of a sudden, a loud boom was heard from afar, as a black shell was fired from hundreds of meters away. The shell cut through the air, hit the back of the Steel Lord with precision, and exploded into a mushroom cloud of fire. The blast shook the Steel Lord, jolting him to cause him missing its target.

As his body glowed in a green light, Vanyi shifted and reappeared beside Maham in the blink of an eye. “I will remember you, the Steel Lord!” He gritted his teeth, taking Maham with him and fled.

The Steel Lord held his double ax and was about to pursue. But another shell hit him and buried him in clouds of fire. When the fire subsided, a dark-red shield had formed behind him as he gazed at the gunboat that had gone far away in the distance. He then turned around, grabbed the mutilated body of Khadula, and darted in another direction.