160 Prodigy 2 (1/2)
Chapter 160: Prodigy 2
Cynthia gasped loudly, and finally started to pant. Her sweat slowly dripped from her temples.
”Garen is becoming more monstrous day by day,” Jack on her side expressed with a wry smile, ”Even looking into his eyes would scare me. I didn’t even feel that when I faced a fort full of machine guns, let alone standing up to him like you did.”
”He’s not that much older than me!” Cynthia squeezed her words out resentfully, ”I can’t forget the way he forced me into desperation! No matter where, I will be number one! The assassination training camp, the intensive training camp, even in the company! We’re the same age, why does he get to be so much stronger!”
Recalling the speech she heard on the plane, her hope reignited.
”You heard the guy, as long as we reach level 4 in Gun Arts, there will be a chance for us to harm a Grandmaster of Combat. If I combined Martial Arts training with Gun Arts, my power will increase exponentially!”
”You…” Jack didn’t know what to say, so he laid on the floor, letting his sweat drip on the ground.
Lake Shore West City, Red Sand Sword Gate main branch.
An ancient oriental quartet yard, surrounded with brown walls and covered with cinnabar red roof.
In a wide wooden training hall, five people in red were lighting the incense at a drawn picture with utter respect.
The leader was the current Red Sand Sword Gate’s Master, a handsome man with his red hair hanging past his shoulders. After offering the incense, he caressed his sword by his waist, and turned around to face the four Elders by his side.
”Elders, the traitor is back.”
Out of the four Elders with white hair, one immediately gnashed his teeth in anger.
”That traitor dared…!”
The other three Elders, two older men and an older lady, didn’t wear any expressions on their faces, the ambience of the room was extra heavy.
”Who will fight against him?” The Master gave each Elder a once-over.
The Elder who spoke earlier shut up.
Silence.
The four Elders didn’t dare to speak.
The Master sighed, ”Don’t you all hate him to his bones? Now that he’s here, why are you quiet as a mouse?”
Again, silence.
The Master looked aside in disappointment, not knowing what to say.
”Master, Clark is too dangerous. I recommend we should kill him together, no need to follow whatever duel commandments.” An elder murmured.
”Elder Kane is right. We should all join forces and utilize all the power we can get, we must keep this disgrace here!”
”I propose to have five of our finest disciples join the mission. We’ll also get the chairmen from the branches to help, us Elders will support from the sideline.”
”We can set up an ambush with firearm squad.”
Each of the Elders started to discuss with vigor.
”Stop,” the Master beckoned helplessly. ”What about Beo?”
”Still at bedrest. He was hurt quite badly in this mission with the Confederation.” An Elder answered.
Clark. The disgrace and blemish of Red Sand Sword Gate.
He was the strongest prodigy Red Sand Sword Gate! With only three years, he managed to grow into a Grandmaster of Combat from someone who has no foundation.
He was revered as the Palosa of Red Sand Sword. His seniors and elders gave him full attention, determined to make him the best that he can. When his fame began to rise, Andrela was still in his fundamental studies.
Clark laid a strong foundation for Red Sand Sword Gate’s growing influence and power. He mastered the strongest Secret Martial Art of the Red Sand Sword Gate, the Red Silk Secret Sword Technique* and brought it beyond the limit to a new heights. With that, he surpassed his elders and became the strongest person in the whole of Red Sand Sword Gate!
He had led the disciples of Red Sand Sword Gate into conquest battles, no matter head-on attacks or ambushes, he was able to come out victorious. Clark’s fame had reached its peak in history by that point.
Regretfully, Clark, at his peak, hadn’t been able to go further, he can no longer see a better future if he stayed in the Red Sand Sword Gate.
The repetition of leading conquest and gaining fame was wearing Clark off. Finally, that weariness exploded. One day, five year ago, he defected.
Under the persuasion of the Behemoth Gate, he killed his master and his beloved senior sister. Anyone who tried to stop him, whom he loved, he killed them all.
That’s the motto of the Behemoth Gate - Unfeeling, Uncaring.
The first condition was to defect. The second, to kill someone they loved.
These are the conditions to joining the Behemoth Gate, there was no turning back.
Red Sand Sword Gate changed in a single night. Everyone who went after him were either killed or badly hurt. The whole sect fell off its throne and was eventually succeeded by the Celestial Circle Gate.
”No one was able to kill him.” Recalling his own memory of chasing after Clark, an Elder’s face switched between helpless, sorrow, pain, and fear.
”That’s right.” The Master also sighed, ”He had already surpassed me, he only defected because he wanted to pursue a path to power. I have no idea how strong he has become.”
”We can ask Celestial Circle Gate for Andrela’s help.” An Elder advised.
”It’s too late, he won’t be able to make it in time. Moreover, Andrela is strong, but still not Clark’s opponent.” The Master shook his head. ”Even I wouldn’t be able to guarantee victory, let alone him. I know Clark, he’s the type of prodigy who would look for your weak spots, even the Secret Martial Art of Celestial Circle Gate has been cracked by him. Not to mention our own Secret Martial Art, he knew it like the back of his hands, he won’t have any problem dealing with it.”
He paused. ”After his disappearance, I thought he died. I didn’t expect… Never mind, mobilize every single captain, we’ll defend the main branch.