1025 Explosion 1 (1/2)

An infinite amount of heat was exploding in his body.

Hues of blue flames and current were trying hard to break out from Garen's body but failed due to the golden light membrane radiating on the skin of his surface.

The golden membrane seemed thin, but was in fact as solid and firm as a wall, not budging at all no matter how the blue flames kept ramming on it.

The old man who was the origin of the blue flames had a ferocious look on his face.

”Trying to engulf me? I'll gobble you up first!”

He roared out loud, and together with the blue flames, rushed upwards towards Garen's head.

”Magic Light!” Garen growled deeply.

The golden light around his body began to grow stronger. Stretching out his arm, the golden light started to diffuse from his body in large amount. He looked as though he was burning in golden flame in mid-air.

The Magic Light Fist's absorption ability was activated, its golden flames sweeping crazily towards the origin of the blue flame. But it was too late to stop it from heading towards his brain.

Rushing straight up from his abdomen, the blue flame left a trail of clear, blue line as it thrust towards Garen's eyebrows.

Boom!!

There was no response from Garen. The speed of the blue flame was too fast for him to react. All he saw was a dark blue color rushing face on towards him, then it was as though his consciousness took a big blow and he lost control of his body instantly.

Hiss…

Garen burnt like a golden torch in mid-air. Currents of golden and blue flames streamed out of his body in all directions, making him horrifyingly aghast.

Below, Barrow and Ron just managed to catch their breath and returned to their senses. The explosion just now injured both of them heavily.

”He is absorbing the origin, we cannot let him succeed! Kill him!!” Barrow roared angrily. How much time and energy have they spent on the origin!? It was his only hope to ever surpass that person. He will absolutely not lose it!! Absolutely not!!

A deep hatred and ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

”The origin is mine!!” Boss Ron screamed madly as he rushed up from the ground. His whole body was scorched black but was frenziedly gathering a tremendous amount of terrifying chills.

A dazzling, bright light gathered on his right fist. Like a bird which was flapping its wings about to fly off, a double-layered Crystal Pauldron appeared on Ron's right shoulder. A huge burst of auxiliary force arose from the armor, traces of white air currents continued to gather on his right fist speedily.

”Great Cold Night Fist!!”

Just like Garen, his whole body was on fire, except the flames were white in color. The burning picked up speed with greater intensity. From afar, it looked as if a white sword was rushing up to the sky.

”Ultimate Seal-Free!!” A split appeared in between of Barrow's eyebrows. White blood projected out from the split and merged with the imprint in his rapidly moving hands. In a crashing moment from a distance, Boss Ron's body was covered with a layer of invisible energy force that seemed to be constantly flowing and transforming. Barrow's face vaguely appeared on Ron's chest.

Pff!!

Second Brother Barrow spat out a mouthful of blood, but it did not stop right there, he continued to spit mouthfuls of blood, which gradually made the Boss' force field stronger!

The Great Cold Night Fist was as terrifying as a white meteor, allowing Ron to pierce through the sky, creating a path between the vast free-flowing gold and blue hues.

His launched his fist straight at Garen's back.

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”Where is this?”

A dark blue lake with a clear bottom appeared in Garen's sight.

He was standing naked in the lake, surrounded by thick layers of dark fog. He could not see anything in the distance.

The lake was clear and icy cold. He gently scooped some water in his hand and watched as the water leaked through the gap between his fingers. The cold seeped from his hands into his mind.

The lake was very small, only about over ten meters in diameter. There was no one and it was dead silent.

Yes, dead silent. Garen could only use this word to describe this place, as to how he felt when he first saw it.

Hiss…

A blue flame lighted up in front of him, moving from left to right, dragging out a dark blue, curved sword – a scimitar.

The scimitar sword surface was bright and sleek, with countless mysterious inscriptions engraved on it. The handle of the sword appeared last, still burning of blue flames.

The sword was two meters in length, only its handle was burning in blue flame, forming some sort of a hand guard around it. The body of the sword was curved slightly, seemingly downwards. It looked like the Japanese Sword used on Planet Earth, with a single blade good for slash strikes.

Hints of sharpness radiated from the sword as soon as it emerged in whole.

”This is...?” Garen's eyes focused on the sword and a warning sign rose in his mind.

Chi!

He took a step back and realized that the sword started moving on its own without him knowing when. It slashed his chest, splitting his chest muscles. Blood sputtered out of the wound, combusting into streams of black smoke.

He single-handedly held on to the bleeding wound on his chest.

”You are the Inherited Origin!?” Garen jumped lightly and pulled his distance away from the scorching sword.