Chapter 07: There is a Traitor there

Wi Dar, with his tactics and courage, led the Wi Clan Troops in the middle of a tense battlefield. He gripped his sword tightly, fighting against the sudden wave of attacks from the Fu Clan. in the fierce battle, many of his brothers in arms died, and a deep sadness struck his heart when he saw Wi Village destroyed to pieces.

On the other hand, Wi Dung, who was previously evacuating children and the elderly, now returned with burning eyes, ready to face the enemy. His strong figure entered the fighting arena, but his heart was immediately hit by a wound when he saw Wi Dar bleeding from Fu Yao's sword. gasping for breath, he shouted, "Elder!"

At that moment, a shock occurred that cut his breath. A silhouette fell before Wi Dung's eyes. With sharp eyes, he examined and immediately recognized the figure who had long disappeared from his memory. "Isn't that Zhi Hao, the Human Child that I helped?" he whispered almost in disbelief. The aura emanating from Zhi Hao was no longer weak, but a power that felt shaking.

A smile spread across Wi Dar's injured face, "It turns out he succeeded." A sense of pride filled his chest, seeing Zhi Hao, who was previously not considered, now become an unexpected hero in this fierce battle.

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Fu Yao felt her spine tremble when the young man in front of her did not budge an inch, even though the powerful energy pressure was released. shock turned into curiosity when he tried to read the opponent's strength, but all that was revealed was a thick emptiness, as if swallowing all light.

Quick and agile, he manipulated his spear, creating sharp waves in the air, and with a booming voice, “First Level Spear Technique—Falling Dragon!”

Zhi Hao grinned when he heard the name of the technique. "A name that inspires enthusiasm," he said softly but full of sarcasm. He jumped high, dodging elegantly two meters above the ground, preparing a counterattack.

“First level Lightning Sword Technique—Death Strike!” His booming voice merged with the wind as his sword spun, creating a sharp whirlwind.

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

The sword in Zhi Hao's hand that appeared from the Master's storage ring clanged loudly when it met the Fu Yao Spear, showing its more than ordinary strength.

Each punch resonated in the air, with full force releasing their tension.

Fu Yao sharply drew his spear, ready to attack, but at the same time Zhi Hao stepped forward calmly. With a tinge of courage he blurted out, "Second Stage—God's Anger!" His courage overflowed in a powerful attack, like lightning striking in broad daylight.

Slash! The sound broke the air.

Fu Yao's spear split sharply into two, and his body ended in a similar tragic ending.

Witnessing this shocking moment caused the normally tough Fu Clan members to become chaotic and uncontrollable. Fu Yao was not just the leader of the attack, he was their pillar of strength. without him, they are like bodies without heads.

"You guys go home," shouted Zhi Hao in a firm tone, echoing the silence after the fight. The voice seemed to knock on the hearts of the clan members who were desperately trying to suppress the hatred that burned every retina.

With a heavy heart, they withdrew, leaving behind a field that was now strewn with sorrow.

After a few steps away, Wi Dung leaned closer to Zhi Hao. "Thank you very much. Your presence is our help today." He said with deep gratitude.

"It's nothing, Uncle Wi Dung, and don't forget the help from Elder Wi Dar," Zhi Hao replied respectfully, the warmth of his voice driving away the coldness of the recent death.

"The battle may not be over yetThe Fu clan still retains a few warriors as strong as Fu Yao," Wi Dung's warning slipped seriously amidst the sighs of the wind.

"What are they looking for in Wi village, Uncle Dung?" Zhi Hao asked.

"Let's talk at Elder Wi Dar's residence, accompany him during his recovery time who is seriously injured." wi Dar, is known as the bravest and most determined elder, but his courage was tested when he was injured by Fu Yao's cruelty who previously threatened the lives of helpless children. The sneaky attack resulted in Wi Dar losing an arm, which clearly reduced his fighting ability. However, with his spirit still burning, he continued to defend his residence even though he barely cared about the pain that was surging.

"Sit down, Hao," said Wi Dung in an understanding tone.

"Let me explain, you come out for a moment!" Wi Dar exclaimed in a voice that still echoed his might, even though his body was no longer intact.

"Yes, Elder," Wi Dung replied respectfully, stepping out of the room.

"They already know that there is something very valuable that I keep here, the object you just secured, Hao. That was the reason they attacked Wi Village. "They want to seize it, hoping to take control of the Ancient Tomb of the God of Destruction," explained Wi Dar, the sun shifting the sky as he told of the evil intentions lurking.

"But how could they know? Isn't it kept in a secret room that only you know about?" Zhi Hao asked, astonishment in his voice as he tried to understand this situation full of mystery and danger.

“There are traitors who are members of the Fu Clan now. He is actually my Disciple. I'm embarrassed to admit this!” Wi Dar said.