Chapter 61 - The exiles (1/2)

At this moment, a mysterious man wearing a robe appeared. His facial features from top to bottom was totally covered up by the clear dark robe, all that could be seen are his sharp eyes. If it was any ordinary person who saw those eyes, they might even go crazy for life or in the worst case, die on the spot.

With a swing of his robe, a invisible energy force appeared in the air and destroyed the incoming scythe attack into nothingness.

”Haha, so you're the one who chose this young lad? I shouldn't have overestimated you.” The mysterious man laughed out loud as behind that robe, he was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, strong desire for revenge could be seen.

Nightin didn't even flinch and stared at him ”You're merely a low ranking member of the Exiles, what gives you the privilege or authority to comment about me?” Nightin didn't back down as he fiercely countered back.

The exiles were the race who once dominated the Ancient era, but because of the demigod crisis that took place, most of their high ranking members were slaughtered and it led to their downfall.

Back then, it was rumored that the Exiles, had successfully escorted their number one talent to safety. Considering their sudden rise and appearance, it seems that they're ready to claim back their divine throne, they won't allow anyone or anything to stand in their path.

”I may not be qualified to mention your great name, but you're nothing but a spirit that's barely alive for now, I have no reasons to fear you.”

”But don't worry, I'll be taking my leave as I bring along those two slaves of mine.”

The Exile formed a black portal behind him as he threw both his slaves into it before stepping in, turning his head to look at Nightin before he left, he said ”That chosen one of yours is nothing to us.”

”Argh, where am I?”

A ray of sunlight had shone through the cabin window into Nightin's eyes, waking him up from his unknown rest.

Placing his hand on his face, a train of thoughts started to flow past his mind. ”What am I doing here? Who brought me here? What happened to the battle? What happened to Winston?”

As the thought of Winston who had died to protect him went past his mind, a mind splitting pain started to devour him as he clutched his hands and tumbled on the floor.

”Hey, what are you doing bro?”

A familiar voice made its way like peaceful music into Nightin's ears as he raised his head, it was the person who he was missing.

The same long brown hair tied in a ponytail behind his head, a bracelet on his right wrist to supply him with mana in times of emergrncy, the same demeanor which veiled him with a sense of mysteriousness.

Nightin slowly dropped his hands and asked ”Is that you...Winston?” His voice was shaking from excitement and fear, he was worried that all that was just a fleeting dream of his.

”Yes, it's me bro, I'm still alive and have even made a breakthrough to the Martial Lord third realm, even the barrier to the fourth realm is breaking apart.”

Nightin smiled and said softly ”That's good...” Fainting once again, his body fell forward and landed on Winston's shoulders.

Winston slowly brought Nightin to his bed as he took out a piece of paper, walking up to the table, he took out a pen with black ink.

When Nightin woke up again, he was in a lost, he couldn't remember anything else besides his name. Scanning around, he saw a letter with his name on the cover and picked it up, it might have the answer which he needs right now.

”Nightin, I'll be taking my leave first. We might meet again one day in the upper realm, I believe that the day we reunite will be soon. Our time together may have been short, but you're the first person who made me feel that warmth still exists in this cold yet harsh world. Thanks for the short memories you've given me...”

Nightin didn't know who this Winston guy was, but sorrow started to invade his heart as tears welled up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably like a infinite number of pearls.

Nightin's aura was totally different right now, he may still be at the Martial Spirit, but he already had the strength to contend against a Martial King...

Nightin picked himself off his bed and walked out of the door, what greeted him was the huge ground with their clamour.

”Omg! He's so cute!”

”The young hero is finally out!”

”Where's his friend though?”

It turns out that before the spirit who had posssessed Nightin left, she brainwashed everyone into thinking that Nightin's a talented genius with defying strength.

To everyone who was spectating the battle or even those who aren't, he was a genius who ended the battle in one move, claiming the lives of two great experts easily.

Nightin who was still in a daze politely asked the middle aged man beside him ”Excuse me, but what are y'all doing? What am I doing here and where are we heading to?”

The crowd stared at him as they shouted in unison ”What!” None of them had expected this genius in front of them, to be behaving like a shy little boy who's lost.

”No way, did he lose his memories!”

”How could this happen, he seemed fine even after the battle ended!”

”Did he use a forbidden art which brought about this side effect?”