Chapter 84 - Wraith Style (1/2)
Atchoo!
“Who’s badmouthing me behind my back?”
In a secluded forest, Zhuo Fan scratched his nose and set his eyes on a 100-meter-tall rock.
He suddenly flexed his legs and jumped, with the wings behind him flashing with lightning.
“Wraith Style 1st move, Soaring Demonic Dragon!”
Roar!
A black draconic image flashed with him at its center. The dragon intertwined with the lightning and smashed into the rock.
Boom!
The rock crumbled like a stack of cards and Zhuo Fan came out with a flash. Then he turned around and unleashed a black claw at the rubble.
“Wraith Style 2nd move, Ghostly Dragon Claw!”
It was lackluster compared to the previous thundering explosion but it made up for it with visual impact, turning the rubble to sand.
The tremors even frightened the birds away. Zhuo Fan gasped as he continued sweating, but his hands kept dancing through gestures, aiming for the flock of birds.
“Wraith Style 3rd move, Necro Dragon’s Screech!”
Roar!
The sound was eerie, akin to a demon. Zhuo Fan’s wail even made ripples through the air as it swept the flock of birds.
The birds froze mid-air, their eyes blanked, and fell dead. One look would spot thousands of dead birds.
Zhuo Fan was now reduced to a gasping mess, crouching down with a downcast look.
This low profound ranked martial art matched the Wraith Art. Each strike held enough power to shake the earth and kill instantly. Although ranked low, it was nonetheless strong as a mid profound ranked martial art.
The problem was the high requirement these moves had on the body, making it viable only to Wraith Art cultivators. But with Zhuo Fan’s refined body, he long surpassed it.
In theory, these moves should’ve been easy for him to execute.
Yet the fact remained, only after training in them for a month did he realize that he didn’t lack in the body department, but in the soul. He was in the 1st layer of Bone Tempering Stage and using profound ranked martial art almost exhausted his Yuan Qi.
The last move, in particular, Necro Dragon’s Screech, was a soul attack that could only be trained when one was in the Radiant Stage.
With his body and soul refined, his soul power shot up, and even with the added benefit of the azure flame, he just barely succeeded. But it didn’t stop him from feeling his vision swoon and collapse.
“Goddamit! These moves will be the death of me. If I don’t kill my enemy with these, he will kill me.”
Zhuo Fan sighed and sat cross-legged to recover his Yuan Qi.
Killing You Guiqi stirred up a hornet nest. He was bound to stumble on a far stronger opponent and needed to protect himself by training powerful martial arts.
As a consequence, he hid for over a month in the mountains to practice, yet the outcome wasn’t in the least bit reassuring.
Half a day later, Zhuo Fan stood up with a rosy complexion, having recovered.
His hand flashed and was now holding a large egg. He looked at the singed marks on the egg with worry.
The Thunder Skylark egg was still alive thanks to its mother’s spiritual energy. But this only put a delay on things. If he wanted to hatch it, he’d first have to restore its vitality.
[Just where am I supposed to look for the needed spiritual herbs in this vast world?]
The egg wasn’t fully developed yet and common herbs wouldn’t do any good. He’d need those rare treasures capable of snatching a man’s life from the jaws of imminent death.
Zhuo Fan couldn’t help but frown at this thought.
“Song Yu, hand over the Body Tempering Pill if you know what’s good for you.”
A sudden shout interrupted Zhuo Fan’s musings. His face darkened and walked over.
[Who’s the bastard that dares disturb my peace?]
Pushing a branch aside, Zhuo Fan saw a man and a woman driving a carriage. The man was around 20 with fine features and at 1st layer of Bone Tempering Stage cultivation, while the woman was of similar age, charming complexion, and in the 2nd layer.
They were surrounded by six men, of who five where in the 8-9th layer of Bone Tempering Stage and the last one, an old man, was in the 6th.