Chapter 137 (1/2)

Chapter 137: Asking For Directions

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

With a bang, a bug was crushed to death by the foot of a person who had descended from the sky.

Kaunitz, dressed in a suit of red and had faint red colored prints on his head, looked at the stretch of fallen trees and frowned.

In the scorching forest, he seemed to once again recall the days he had spent cultivating in the volcano. His expression was slightly twisted, as if evil light was beaming out from his eyes.

Kaunitz had been brought up and nurtured by the Tresia Clan as a genius since young.

And because of this, he had received endless sword arts training, but had not had the time to deliberate over the knowledge pertaining political, trade, management and interpersonal relationships.

He had initially thought that there was no need for him to learn all these. As long as he had a sword in his hand, he had the confidence to slash apart everything before him.

Since young, he had always been first in terms of his sword arts. Regardless if it was at home, in his clan, in the academy, or in Kirst Prefecture, there had been no one who had been able to surpass his talent in sword arts, and neither had he thought that there would be anyone in the world capable of doing so.

The best sword in the world. Whenever this thought appeared in his mind, his blood would boil, and scorch all over his body.

But that was until he met Fang Xingjian.

Recalling Fang Xingjian, his large heart which was encompassed by dragon blood once again leaped a few times, furiously.

It was Fang Xingjian who had first let him taste failure. When he discovered that the other party had transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, and that there was no way for him to catch up to him no matter what he did, neverending feelings of terror had fallen upon him.

‘Unable to surpass Fang Xingjian, and far from being able to compare against his talent… Then what is the purpose of my existence? What was the use of my cultivation all these years? Do I exist just to be stepped under his feet, so that I look up to him all my life?

‘Why? Why must there be such geniuses in this world? Why are there such monsters in this world?’

Jealousy, vengeance and fury turned into endless flames, and together with his Divine Flames of the Earth’s Core, burned his body in the volcano.

Endless evil energy twisted his thoughts, torturing him, and also bound to torture everyone he came across.

The Killing technique Ancient Path of Hell emphasized the fact that if the practitioner did not first enter hell himself, then it would be impossible to make the opponent fall into hell.

And now, subjected to both his internal flames of fury and the external Divine Flames, Kaunitz had turned into a demon from hell whose only target was Fang Xingjian.

Besides him, Rebecca squatted down to take a look at the slit on the branches and the wolves’ corpses on the ground. Her eyes narrowed and she said, “This little b*stard really does run fast.”

On the other hand, Cynthia frowned and said, “I’m more worried about his levelling up after killing the ferocious beasts and those Black Devils. It would only be more trouble for us. We need to find him quickly.”

Kaunitz laughed coldly and said, “It’s useless even if he were to level up. Each level of the Windstorm Sword Hero would only give him 8 points in agility. No matter how many levels he gains, his agility will only be between 150 and 160 points. Although it is quite amazing, the methods we’ve prepared to deal with him are sufficient.”

What he did not know was that Fang Xingjian’s job was not the Windstorm Sword Hero, but the Windshadow Sword Divinity, which gave him 11 points in agility with each level. Fang Xingjian also had the progressive specialty, ‘Single Sword World Subjugation’, which increased his movement and attack speed by 2% with each additional agility point.

Rebecca stood up, looked towards the mountain range in the distance and said, “He’s headed that way.”

A loud explosive bang rang out under their feet, and they dashed out towards the mountain range in the distance, along with streams of air currents.

Kaunitz and the others stepped into the village. The red-colored prints on Kaunitz’s forehead gradually formed a ball of red flames. It was the sign that he had mastered the Inferno Indestructible Physique.

Throwing a vague glance towards the village’s devastated state, Kaunitz turned to looked towards the ten or more elderly people and children walking towards them. When they saw how Kaunitz and the others were dressed, a white-haired elderly man in the lead spoke out, “All of you are esteemed Knights?” He agitatedly said, “You’re here to kill the Black Devils too? Earlier, one of your comrades, also a Knight, killed four Black Devils and left.”

As he spoke, the other villagers all brought out the food they had prepared, hoping to offer it to Kaunitz and the others. Regardless if they were young or old, each of the villagers revealed sincere smiles, obviously being very welcoming towards these Knights.

However, Kaunitz and the others only looked at them coldly. None of them took the food. Nor did any of them speak out.

Kaunitz glanced at the offered poultry, fish and meat, all covered in sand, dust and seemingly burnt, and a hint of abomination and disdain flashed in his eyes.

A feeling of unrest grew in the villagers’ hearts. Kaunitz walked up slowly to a young girl, smiled as he squatted down, then he patted the child on her head and asked, “Hello. Was the Knight who earlier passed by here carrying a lot of swords with him? And when he walked, did all the swords follow and fly behind him?”

The little girl nodded seriously, “That’s right. Lord Knight ran very quickly, and those swords flew after him very quickly too.”