Chapter 128: True Intent (1/2)
”So this is what spear intent feels like,” I whispered aloud, glancing down to the dark light radiating out from Dragsonsbane like small serpents. A sharp demonic air could be felt as my eyes began to tear and burn all at the same time.
Spear, Darkness, and Lightning could all be felt as I smiled. At the same time, wind and blood were my focus at the moment. It's a miracle that my lightning was in a realm of its own after my training with Lilith. I never had the chance to use it much, but it seems it only took a few sessions for it to surpass a few months of training with BLood and Wind.
Glancing at the morning light, I made my way out of Hallr, looking for a poor soul to test my skills on. Due to my demonic bloodline, I learned things ten times faster killing than I would be meditating. In comparison, there were benefits to meditating; however, demons never really worried about such things.
Shotting of the pavement with enough force to shatter the ground, I shot through the forest of air—true intent cycling around my body, causing my speed to increase faster than a speeding bullet. My perception, however, could not keep up.
Slamming into a large ancient tree, I rubbed my nose as blood dripped from my nose. Tears could be seen as I raised my head high to stop the blood flow.
”Fuck that hurt...the hell kind of tree is this? How the hell do I increase my perception. I thought with my increased speed, I would be able to process shit faster. ”
Rising up with a huff, I wiped my bloody nose. Glancing around to see if anyone saw the humiliating moment, I quickly left, not wanting to spend another moment here. Spending a few hours getting used to my speed, I grew a little bewildered. One thing I notice was that problem never happened again. Not matter how fast I became my mind, I would be able to perceive my area.
Realizing it was my adaptive body, I grinned before suddenly stabbed my foot deep into the grassy fields, causing a massive shockwave to blast out. With an ashen grimace, I sighed...I was lost...Damn it, why the hell was I born a retard.
”TRUCK-KUN HELP” I screamed as I could vaguely make out a discharge of childish laughter. Thinking it was imagination, I sighed, not seeing Hallr City in the distance. ”Times like this, I wished I had Lilith's nose. Although I don't have a scent, that crazy woman can hunt me down somehow, claiming that I sent like lavender...She is crazy, though.”
Kicking a pebble-like a child, I suddenly picked up on a distinctive scent. While my nose was not nearly as good as Lilith's, I was a demon. With bright eyes, I shot towards the east...West... In that direction with teary eyes. God, I swear my next meal with be this kind person. All hail your name!!!
”BOOOM!!!”
Dodging the massive blade light that passed my head, I gazed at the small battle in the distance. What looked like to be a meager party of people were currently fighting a horde of those undead zombie-like creatures. Taking a large whiff of the air, I frowned, remembering the scent I picked up on with my last pet that died...What was his name again?
But it was strange, these creatures appeared to be brain dead, yet their moves were based on someone that could fight. IT was like...That must be it; these zombies take on the skill of those that died or was killed, but how? Their blood was cold as Ice. How can they get around rigor mortis?
”Help us, Please. There are too many!!!” A powerful voice filled with frustration and anxiety roared as I looked at another rugged man with large muscles and strange similar tattoos covered his body as they glowed with a profound like. Not taking his tone to heart, I sent a quick glance at the other members.
Frowning at the lack of woman, I sighed in regret. It looks like I will have Yang Qi tonight. Shooting off the ground, my arm glimmered with true intent as I severed a zombie in half by the waist. Like cutting butter, I frowned, smelling the rotting flesh of these corpses.