77 Crimson Devil (2/2)
”Sure, I will grant you your wish. I will kill him like I killed the last kid that challenged me!”
The commander's face was ugly. He knew this criminal. He had already killed four geniuses of the genius camp – why on earth had he been summoned?
It was the man who brought prisoners from the dungeons up unto the platform that decided the matchups, and to have picked this criminal meant that the person in charge of picking experts was against Xue Wei. He might even be trying to directly make things difficult for him, maybe even killing him.
The commander frowned, but when he looked at Xue Wei, he did nothing more. The young man was blazing with intent to fight. His five clones were eager to engage in battle. When one looked at them, it was like looking at a group of wolves that had starved for days and finally found a sizeable prey.
Grins were all around the faces of the young man and his copies. All of a sudden, all of them vanished from where they were, as all of them had simultaneously activated the Forbidden Rush Movement Technique.
As they all vanished, the criminal finally started to seem as if something was wrong. He had a hard time locating the many fleeting shadows, and when he noticed one of them he did not know whether or not this was a copy or a real person, making his heart jolt with fear.
He had just spoken such brazen words, claiming that he would kill the kid, but right now he was not even capable of touching him.
”Kid, I don't believe your strength is as great as your speed! Let me stand in instead of your parent and teach you some proper manners, to not ask for more than you can handle!” The criminal refused to give up just like that, but then he felt an overwhelming killing intent that previously had been scattered suddenly intensify, and the person that had been running around suddenly stood still right in front of the criminal with his five copies right behind him.
”What did you just say?” Xue Wei sneered, his first words since he had entered the arena. His eyes were filled with a dense hatred that had not been there before, and the smile on his face had vanished and was replaced by a sneer.
Xue Wei did not have parents, and the only one he considered his parent was Xiao Lei.
Hearing this criminal say that he would stand in his parent's place was the same as saying that Xiao Lei had not done a good job as a guardian, and this was something that caused great animosity within Xue Wei. No one was allowed to question Xiao Lei. No one was allowed to criticise him.
The criminal stuttered and tried to say something, but he felt that he had just descended into hell, that hell's watchdog was standing right in front of him, ready to gobble him up at any moment. The killing intent was dense, and it kept climbing.
Xue Wei took a step forward. With each movement, his momentum was growing stronger and stronger. His rage was also clear to see on his face, and his hand was trembling.
With a flicker of his hand, a sword appeared within it, but just as he reached the criminal, the criminal finally seemed to have regained his senses. With a horrified expression on his face, he panted loudly and widened his eyes in fear.
”What are you?!” he exclaimed as he was pressed against the formation wall. ”I thought we had a chance to fight back; this is straight out slaughtering! I demand justice from the army; this is not acceptable!”
While he was roaring on top of his lungs, Xue Wei and his copies took one step closer after another. Every dragon had a reverse scale, and Xue Wei had one too. His reverse scale was the ones he held dear, and Xiao Lei was exactly one of these people.
Xue Wei had already sentenced this person to death. He did not care about the fact that the criminal was a third layer Earth Warrior while he himself was only a one layer, all that mattered to him was to slaughter this person.
Xue Wei's eyes were like slumbering embers, not fully lit aflame, but filled with hatred and anger, ready to explode at any moment.
Seeing this, the criminal was wondering what he had said that could have caused this person to transform into the devil himself like this.
Not rushing, Xue Wei took one step after another towards the criminal. He lifted the sword in his hand and slashed out. The criminal scrambled to the side, and his legs were trembling, but then he gritted his teeth.
”I am not going to be able to avoid all his attacks,” the criminal said under his breath, ”but he is two layers beneath me in strength. He might be able to hit me, but if I use my Qi to protect myself, his attacks should not be able to wound me. No matter how intimidating he is and how dangerous he might seem, he is still only a one layer Earth Warrior!”
The criminal was continuing to tell himself that things would be much better, that he was safe if he just defended himself using his Qi and that Xue Wei was weaker than him by a few layers and thus would not be able to break through his defense.
The protective layer of Qi managed to fully cover the criminal's body just as the sword came into contact with it.
Xue Wei had not held back; he had used his entire strength, and the sharpness of the sword was so frightening that some of the girls in the audience closed their eyes as their faces paled.
The criminal felt a sudden feeling of pain and agony in the arm that he had reached out with to block the sword. However, when he looked at his palm, he saw a deep cut in his hand, a cut so deep that the bone was visible.
This hand had been protected by both his Qi and the bodily strength he had from being two layers above Xue Wei, yet he still experienced some serious pain and injury.
”How?!” The criminal was livid with anger and filled with disbelief. ”How can you wound me?! I am two layers above you! I am using my Qi! You cannot defeat me! I am stronger than you!” The criminal was going mental. He had defeated a few geniuses of his own rank previously, but now he was being defeated at the hands of a weaker expert. Was this even possible?
”Take back what you said,” Xue Wei said, his voice dangerously low. ”Don't ever say that you are my parent again.” His expression then turned to one of insanity as he laughed out loud. ”Oh well! What does it matter? dead men tell no tales!”