Chapter 67 Sword Killer (1/2)
”His talent is at the Earth Degree!” Mathew cried out excitedly.
”What?!” Elsa's eyes widened as she exclaimed. She could not believe what she was hearing. 'How's that even possible? I remember that his talent was at level one of the Black Degree when he entered the Ilmen Sect. How did his talent upgrade so much? That's impossible! But, Mr. Xiao is a cultivator of the Grand Realm. He would not make such a mistake. Then how to explain it?' Elsa racked her brain for a logical justification.
Their discussion didn't distract Darren. He was absorbed in the sword marks carved on the wall. He brandished his sword and chiseled the sword moves he understood from the patterns.
When he finished the fifth one, Mathew nodded with satisfaction. Mathew was not surprised any longer as he had learned that Darren's talent was at the Earth Degree.
Why was Mathew astonished to learn that Darren's talent was at the Earth Degree? Mathew, a legendary being, had met tons of martial arts talents over the years, including several cultivators who had talents at the Heaven Degree. But Darren's presence was beyond his expectation.
He had never met a cultivator whose talent was superior to the Earth Degree in over three hundred years. The most talented person he had met was a cultivator whose talent was at level eight of the Black Degree. Since he was very gifted, the boy was chosen to come here thirty years ago.
When Darren finished the sixth one, there were no more pictures of sword moves in his mind.
Darren uttered a sigh of relief. When he turned to the cliff wall, he looked at the six patterns he had carved and shook his head. There were one hundred and eight marks on the wall, but he had been able to grasp only six. He felt disappointed with himself.
”The sword intent on the wall is so complex. I can only understand six,” Darren said with disappointment.
”You've done a great job, kid!” Mathew said to Darren, as he pointed his finger at him. He then continued, ”The best cultivator I've witnessed took three days and finished eleven patterns. And his talent was at the Heaven Degree. He passed away about seven, no, eight hundred years ago. I can't remember how long it has been. But, anyway, you have done well.”
The information Mathew shared with Darren astonished him. A cultivator with a talent at the Heaven Degree could only grasp eleven patterns, which proved how hard it was to understand sword intent.
”Darren, why's your...” Elsa stammered.