280 Strength (1/2)

Ed crouched down and picked up a handful of red soil It was dark red due to the amount of blood that was shed there once, the blood of cultivators and normal soldiers alike Ed could tell, thanks to his powerfulon was the exact saht Alexander, the late master of the Sword sect He let the soil fall down fro with the wind

”Feeling nostalgic, o' hty hero of Avalon?” the leader of the rebels walked forward and pointed a battle-ax at Ed He was a large ainst his bare skin He wore a vest made of a bear's pelt and black leather pants, undoubtedly, fro, black and adorned with blood red lines that intertwined all over the handle Every step he walked caused the feeble ground to sink in; every breath he took deprived those around him from the air His head was bald and shi+ny, and his eyes carried a glint of murderous intent

The smile on his face faded with time, as he noticed that Ed had paid neither hiht; they were not worth even one glance After all, Ed was busy reone, the ones who had left hied to h and threw his ax towards Ed The ax picked up speed and power as it approached Ed, its goal was to cut his neck cleanly Yet, it fell a few steps short The ax disappeared from in front of his neck and reappeared behind the baldthe handle The power packed behind the ax forced him a couple of steps into the front

The baldy turned his head around in blinding rage, his eyes waiting to find the figure of in order to attack hi After all, he found Ed standing right in front of hih both shock and fear, the baldy swung his ax at his hardest, atteain Ed was standing back at his original spot

”Is that all you're good at? Running and sneaking away from your eneh his terror-stricken face ”It seenated Your cultivation level hasn't changed in the past two years at all Still at level 7 Aren't you asha this piece, but instead of working hard in order to sustain it, you waddle around using your naood life Your father would be disappointed if he were to see you”

”Oh did you know my father?” Ed finally spoke to the balda useless man”

”Oh joke around all you want, but your family is the only joke left in this world,” baldy shot back at Ed ”What was your father's power level when he died? Level 6? Or level 7 like you? In both cases he eaker thanso weak, yet so proud I guess you dogs that bark the aze off the man and stared at the sky

”I wouldn't want to be called a weakling by you, nor by your fa on I believe? So many responsibilities left to him by a father who bit the dust in the war, and a brother, as once a cripple Quite the joke, isn't it?”

”Yes, it is I'm sure he curses me secretly,” Ed added sarcastically

”How is youra fresh ne, I'm certain she misses a man in her life!”

”Ah, you see, this is when a person must draw the line” Ed took his eyes off the sky and stared at the bald man