In the midst of the blazing sun that enveloped the dense forest, Lucas was visibly shaking, whether from fear or feigned weakness was unclear."Lcuas, you finally feel the fear?" Lorrick teased with a smirk."So you're afraid of dying too, Lucas?" Lorrick taunted again. However, his mocking was short-lived, as Lucas' trembling was swiftly replaced by a confident smile."You think you've won, Lorrick?" Lucas' voice echoed through the forest, challenging.The two men locked eyes, a silent battle of wills ensuing."Heh, still playing tough, Lucas? No one will save you," Lorrick declared, raising the artefact he held.The artefact, gripped tightly in Lorrick's hand, was the source of Lucas' current weakness. It had drained all of Lucas' inner strength, leaving him temporarily unable to access his powers.Yet, Lucas stepped forward, his stride exuding confidence. "You think by taking away my inner strength, I'll be defeated?" His laugh, sinister and mocking, reverberated amongst the trees,
Behind the veil of mystery shrouding the labyrinthine streets of Jade Valley City, a secret base stood tall, ingeniously concealed from the public eye. The infamous group known as the Hell Rats had numerous secret headquarters peppered throughout various locations, one of which was nestled in the enigmatic Jade Valley. On this particular morning, the atmosphere inside this covert base was unusually somber. The silence, typically rare in such a den of activity, was punctuated only by the occasional clink of coffee cups. Seated opposite each other were two figures known as Blue Rat and White Rat, elite members of this shadowy organization. Engrossed in their morning ritual, they sipped strong black coffee, its bitter aroma permeating the room. The faces of these two people, usually hidden, were now unmasked - a rare occurrence in itself. Blue Rat, with his piercing gaze, noted the slivers of morning sunlight sneaking through the narrow cracks of the aged window. As the sunlight dance
Coil stood tall, his shadow cast across the stones of the Stromwind family courtyard, his face hard, exposed to the blinding sunlight. His anger burned like an unquenchable ember. Barely an hour had passed since he arrived here, standing frozen with his gaze fixed on the moss-green door."Bloody Lucas, is he playing me?" Coil cursed inwardly.Lucas had asked for about an hour, but all the Lucas in front of him did was sit and yawn, as if deliberately testing the limits of Coil's patience."Lucas... have you decided yet?" Coil asked, his voice tinged with impatience, waiting for Lucas' decision. Lucas just shrugged and shook his head nonchalantly."It hasn't been an hour yet," Lucas said indifferently, his demeanor seeming to undermine the urgency Coil felt.To Coil, that time stretched like an eternity. He stared at the gate behind him out of the corner of his eye, his attention intermittently shifting to Lucas, who sat relaxed in front of the door, appearing utterly unconcerned by Co
In a bustling corner of the city, there nestled a tavern, perpetually brimming with patrons. Renowned for its sumptuous beverages and a cozy ambiance, it drew a diverse crowd. Into this lively scene, a woman entered, her stride quiet yet determined. Clad in unassuming attire, she might have passed as just another local, save for the distinctive face covering that obscured all but her sharp, piercing eyes.Known in the martial underworld as the White Rat, she was a notorious member of the feared Hell Rats gang. This day, however, marked a departure from her usual guise; she had foregone her iconic white Rat head mask. Settling into a discreet corner, the White Rat strategically positioned herself for an unobstructed view of the entire tavern, while remaining largely unnoticed. Her keen gaze methodically swept over the patrons, intent on gleaning crucial information.Internally, she battled a sense of foreboding. "Why this unease?" she pondered. Despite the effort taken to reach Jkade Va
The night was quiet yet unnerving. In the midst of the suffocating stillness, a man burst forth, running with desperate, labored breaths. His fear was palpable, driven by the urgent need to escape. It was clear he was running for his life, his every step fuelled by sheer terror. Shadows flickered ominously around him, each one sending his heart racing. The distant sound of footsteps only heightened his adrenaline. He was acutely aware of the demon cultivator on his heels – a formidable adversary, not to be underestimated. Tragically, he found himself the target of this cultivator, a cruel twist of fate for someone who was merely a mortal. "You won't get away, hahaha!" The hoarse, mocking call echoed through the night, signaling the pursuer's confidence. This cultivator, seemingly amused, appeared to be prolonging the chase, much like a tiger toying with a rabbit before the kill. Exhausted and desperate, the man clung to a flicker of hope. "I must reach the Moon Lotus Sect before h
The leaves whispered softly in the bright sunlight, creating a serene atmosphere in the lush forest. Amidst this tranquility, Lucas stood alone, his focus unwavering as he diligently honed his fighting skills. For over a month, he had been practicing relentlessly, striving to seamlessly integrate the moves he had mastered into fluid combat techniques. Among these were two notable skills, known as "Mist Technique: Primordial Fire" and "Mist Technique: Heavenly Thunder.""Focus, Lucas, focus," he murmured to himself, channeling his concentration. As he did, his hand released a unique mist, laden with lethal potential. The mist, subtle in its manifestation, was so potent that a nearby dry leaf spontaneously combusted upon contact. This was the essence of Lucas's training—a technique designed to kill without leaving any trace. He endeavored to refine his control, minimizing the mist's presence to ensure maximum stealth and efficiency.However, the forest's calm was abruptly disrupted. A f
Amidst the rumbling crowd, the Arena itself seemed like a living entity in eager anticipation of the show. The fading sunlight struggled to illuminate the two central figures without the aid of the surrounding torches: Lucas, whose face bore a calm but sharp-eyed expression, and Tukak, a disciple of the Moon Lotus Sect who had earlier challenged Lucas, his face etched with a sardonic smile."Lucas, I've heard the rumors about you. A barren man who can't even impregnate his own wife!" Tukak jeered scornfully, his eyes glinting with mockery."Too bad, Lucas. Your wife is beautiful, but you're incapable of being intimate with her," Tukak scoffed again."Words are like the wind, Tukak. They pass without leaving a trace," Lucas replied calmly, unfazed."Or perhaps you're projecting your own shortcomings?" Lucas countered sharply, insinuating that it was Tukak who was barren.Tukak, with a cruel laugh, suddenly leaped forward, his hand glowing with a deadly aura, indicative of a lethal tech
That night, the sky was an inky black canvas above Grok, a devout disciple of the Moon Lotus sect. He was on patrol, searching for clues to unravel the mystery behind the increasing number of rotting corpses found recently. Grok's heavy, measured steps echoed his serious and cautious demeanor. Suddenly, a suspicious movement behind a grove of trees caught his attention.Grok, ever alert and vigilant, especially since the perpetrator behind the corpse incidents remained at large, abruptly changed his direction, heading towards the movement."Stop!" Grok commanded, his voice firm, his expression wary.In response to Grok's earlier admonition, a figure emerged from the shadows. This man had a peculiar appearance; his face was dotted with deep black spots, resembling ink stains, as if he had been skillfully camouflaging himself."Mr. Cultivator, do you have any business with me?" the man asked, his voice timid yet attempting to sound polite.Grok's brows furrowed, his steps momentarily pa