Chapter 37 (1/2)

The Uncle and the Pitch Black Tracker (part 1)

“Master!!”

“He ge!!”

Little Elan and Carolina simultaneously cried out in shock. I managed to grab onto the guardrail so I slowed my fall onto the floor below. I still managed to roll over a few times before finally hitting a wall, and another mouthful of blood sprayed out. Only heaven knows what internal injuries I have. Right now, I don’t have the time to think about this problem.

“Since I heard that your corpse had disappeared, I had guessed it. As expected, you are still alive,  Leon!!”

I gathered magic in my eyes to strengthen it. This is the same skill I used when I went to fight with Carolina.

But even if I did it, I still could only barely catch a glimpse of his figure.

From head to toe, his figure was wrapped in a pitch-black magic.

It was a man. I could not discern his age, but from his voice he sounded extremely youthful. Maybe he was even younger than me. His bangs completely covered his eyes, only leaving his tall nose and impudently smirking mouth showing.

“I am not the hero Leon. I am the weapon shop uncle Zhai He!”

I almost couldn’t see the punch coming. This time, I had wrapped magic around my arm in advanced to try to and block it. The moment we touched I immediately knew of my foolishness. Although I subconsciously had wrapped magic around my back, I still could not prevent myself from flying into the air, breaking through the wall and falling downstairs again.

The magic armor around my arm had been completely destroyed, and my left arm had temporarily lost feeling.

Too strong. This person.

“What are you doing! What are you doing!! Leon, you shouldn’t be at this level!!”

The opponent did not use a weapon, thus my maintained skill could not have much use.

Even if I wanted to find a gap in his movements, even my strengthened eyes could barely grasp his figure. There was no way for me to a.n.a.lyze him.

I could only try to grasp the pattern in my opponent’s attack style, but this body could definitely not receive that level of attack.

Although I knew that there would be a day in the future where I would face an opponent I could not beat in battle, it was still too early.

But I, Zhai He,was definitely not the kind of person who would obediently surrender after seeing a disparity in strength. Perhaps for other people they would do that, but the kind of person who does not surrender and who do not flee from death, I choose to die.

If I couldn’t sense him with my eyes, then I’ll just use my perception instead.

I released a large quant.i.ty of magic everywhere, guiding the magic to form a net.

No, it was not merely a net.

“All things composition!!”

This battle style is something that no one but me could do. Thus, this guy’s battle experience would be useless.

I will make the air condense into a “skeleton” project that would fill the entire s.p.a.ce. For me, all I had to do was supply magic to forge all of this. RIght now, the only way for me to succeed was based on the hope that guy could not defend against an attack from the air.

Slightly changing the degree of thinness of the air, it was like embedding a skeleton in a weapon.

“Return to your death, Leon!!”

Afterwards, the opponent ran into my territory, charging for the skeleton.

This area was immediately covered by a strong magic power.

Stagnation!

There was only this one opportunity. At this moment, that person showed an expression of slight shock, and his speed slowed down a little bit.