I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 910: Chapter 204: The Holy City

“No..wasn’t he dead?”

The young man twisted his head in horror, trying to verify that what he had seen was not an illusion, only to see the equally shocked face of the thin dark-skinned boy.

One by one, the bodies strewn about the ground began to rise, but like the two young men, they cowered on the floor, not daring to lift their heads, having been rendered unconscious by the spirit pressure once before, they knew well the terrifying presence they faced.

The tall, thin man wearing the Gou Chen Mask leaned back in a wooden chair, sizing up the young dark-skinned boy.

It was vaguely discernible that the child’s facial features were a bit different from those of the original inhabitants of Vimazhita; his dark skin seemed more like it was tanned rather than innate. Most people here had brown eyes, while the young man’s were bright black, which made Tang Luo feel an inexplicable sense of kinship.

“Are you from Zhongzhou?”

The hoarse voice startled the thin dark-skinned boy, making him shiver all over. He hurriedly answered, “My mother is from Zhongzhou.”noveldrama

So he was a half-breed, which explained his fluency in the official language.

Tang Luo had an epiphany, then shifted his gaze to the boy’s right arm. With his keen eyesight and martial arts prowess, he had noticed as soon as the young man entered the tavern that the lad was a master swordsman, or at least someone who had trained hard in swordsmanship. The calluses on his right hand extended to the tip of his index finger, a result of long-term use of the sword’s tsuba for force.

His lower arm was thick and powerful, while his upper arm was as soft as cotton, supplemented by a curved sword at his waist, it was imaginable that the young man must be adept with a fast sword, especially the first slash after drawing his blade was sure to be swift as the wind, in sharp contrast to the young man kneeling beside him who knew only a few rough boxing techniques.

Finally having a guide who spoke the official language, Tang Luo was quite satisfied and stood up, saying, “Since that’s the case, come with me.”

Upon hearing this, the thin dark-skinned boy’s face changed, and he looked up with a trembling voice, “Go…where?”

“Nede.”

The tall, thin man dressed in the Star Robe approached, and the pressure on the thin dark-skinned boy’s heart intensified, but he still forced himself to ask despite his fear, “Now…we’re going now?”

“Of course.”

The masked man had already walked up to the thin dark-skinned boy. Looking up, all he could see were two calm and waveless eyes on the Gou Chen Mask, and the hoarse voice that sounded like a steel blade scraping on iron rang out, “Stand up.”

The thin dark-skinned boy stood up, trembling, then a large hand rested on his shoulder. The masked man’s palm was large, so large that when the fingers came together, they reached under his arm, gripping the entire limb.

The man in the black robe who grabbed the thin dark-skinned boy casually threw a bag of coins into the tavern and then left, bringing a sense of grateful relief to the tavern’s patrons, as if they had narrowly escaped great danger.

And the moment Tang Luo, holding the dark-skinned boy, stepped outside the building, he took to the skies, flying towards the direction of Nede City at an astonishing speed.

The thin dark-skinned boy in his hand, after a moment of stunned silence from just having been lifted into the air, began to struggle violently, “Let me go, let me go! Put me down, I can’t go! I can’t leave now!”

But no matter how much he struggled, the hand gripping his right arm remained immovable, like an iron shackle. Tang Luo turned to look at the thin dark-skinned boy and said hoarsely, “If I let go now, you will fall to your death.”

At this moment, the two were thousands of feet above the ground. For a minor demon with only Mortal Realm cultivation, falling from such a height meant nothing but certain death.

But the skinny youth seemed to have something more important than life itself, as he overcame his fear of Tang Luo and roared, “It’s my business if I fall to my death! Let me go; I won’t guide you anymore. Release me!”

Tang Luo steadied himself in the air, and brought the skinny youth in front of him, curiously asking, “You’re not afraid of dying?”

“No…”

“Swoosh~”

“Ahh~~~~~~~~”

After the masked man truly let go, the rapidly falling skinny youth still screamed in fear. The speed of his fall increased, cold wind slicing his face and body like a knife. As the ground approached, his fear intensified.

Fear, hesitation, helplessness—he never expected that the cold masked man would actually let go when he said he would, inevitably giving rise to a tinge of regret.

He didn’t regret asking the masked man to let go, but despised his own stupidity. He had put several heavy locks on the door before leaving, and there was only one locked exit. The food and water hidden in the room could last someone for at most ten days. If his sister didn’t know of his death and waited foolishly at home, once the food and water ran out, she would truly have no way out!

In agony, Dongzhi closed his eyes, quietly waiting for death to come. Maybe this was the gods’ punishment for him. In his past life, he had been a bandit and in this life, he should have been an honest lowlife, dedicating everything to the city of Hyderabad. But he couldn’t accept it, practicing forbidden techniques and abandoning the gods, not to mention the many killings he had committed. Perhaps his own life was no longer enough to atone for his sins, and that was why his innocent sister had to suffer the consequences.

“Oh almighty and compassionate Asura god, please hear my humble request. I am willing to offer the lives of nine lowlifes in exchange for a chance at life for my sister!”

The dying skinny youth couldn’t help but pray silently in his heart, hoping the gods would hear his plea. And after completing his prayer, he actually felt his body become lighter, as light as a feather dancing in the wind.

“Could it be that the Asura god really heard my prayers?”

The skinny youth opened his eyes in surprise, only to be shocked.

There was no Asura god, just a strange person wearing a Gou Chen Mask. Around him were eight deep blue Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads, floating four above and four below, equal in distance, forming a square screen of light, within which he floated weightlessly.

Looking down, he was less than ten feet from the ground. This miraculous sensation was a revelation, but suddenly, he felt his own weight return as the eight Imperial Magnetic Beads dispersed and the screen disappeared. He fell into the snow with a cry and a muffled groan.

Struggling to climb out of the snow, he saw the masked stranger calmly landing, and a hoarse voice rose, “You didn’t even cry out for help when you were about to be smashed to pulp. It seems you truly aren’t afraid of death.”

Without bothering to brush the snow from his collar, the skinny youth knelt on the ground, pleading, “My lord, there are others in the tavern who understand the official language. I will point them out to you. How about letting them be your guide? I really can’t go to Ned today!”

The skinny youth who had escaped death lost all his earlier bravery, because while falling, he suddenly thought about how sorrowfully Sanlu would die if he truly died. He could not die; he had to go and open the door for his sister!

Tang Luo looked down at the skinny youth and said indifferently, “In the tavern, you’re the only one left who can speak the official language.”