Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 267

Darren left the Grand Void Manor and leisurely walked the quiet streets of Talent City.

He sighed, realizing in his heart that if he had not entered the Ancient Void Battlefield, he would not have known about the Heavenly Repression. In which case, even if his sword intent had fused with his blade intent, he would have probably died!

Now that he was the master of the Ancient Void Battlefield, he would not be affected by the Heavenly Repression as long as he didn't overuse the fusion of his sword and blade intents. After all, he and the Ancient Void Battlefield were almost one.

"Once I go to the Raksa Sea and get more Primitive Stones, I will reach the Wonder Realm," Darren told himself as he walked the streets. "By then, with just a small amount of dark gold internal force, my strength will skyrocket, and I may even kill the master at the supreme stage of the Wonder Realm," Darren continued.

Darren was able to defeat Denise in the Ancient Void Battlefield in part because of his improved abilities, or else he would have been killed before he could perform the dark gold internal force. Darren knew he had come a long way. In that way, Darren considered that he could only kill the master at the supreme stage of the Wonder Realm when he first reached the Wonder Realm. He must be very ready and prepared by then, without making a single mistake.

Currently, if he met a grand warrior, he would surely be killed before he even launched an attack. Darren knew he must be on his toes at the moment. This meant that although Darren had integrated his blade and sword intents, he still needed to improve his level and strength. It was vital, and a matter of life and death.

Darren strolled along as he pondered over these questions, without realizing that there were two ghostly figures tailing him. They were watching his every move.

"Shall we kill him now?" one of the two asked his companion.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea. He seems to have a space treasure. Even if we kill him, we can't get his Primitive Stones," replied the other ghostly figure. "Let's wait and see."

"You're right. We have the Grand Blood Refiner's supreme skill to conceal our auras so that even the real grand warriors can't perceive us. We can track him down any time." "Then let's go back and report what we know. There's a good chance that the lad's got the Primitive Stones on him. Now that is something worth reporting."

"Okay, I've marked his blood and breath. He cannot escape from us ever now. Let's go."

After the brief discussion, the two stalkers stopped following Darren and quietly left just as they had quietly tailed Darren.

"Eh?" Darren blurted out.

Darren suddenly stopped because he spotted a blood-stained man hanging in the attic ahead of him.

"That's...Ron?" Darren wondered as he tried to figure out who the man was.

He could hardly distinguish the appearance of that person with his naked eyes, so he unleashed his spiritual sense to detect that man's breath.

"Yes, it's Ron!" Darren exclaimed.

He thought of something and then swiftly flew into a rage.

He flew over immediately as he carried Ron. Then he put Ron down. Ron was apparently dying at the moment.

Without hesitation, Darren took out a magic herb, put it in Ron's mouth, and launched his internal breath to help Ron refine the herb for him to absorb it. After a brief moment, the herb started working and Ron woke up.

"Da-Darren..." Ron weakly muttered. At the sight of Darren, Ron's face became terrified. He pushed Darren away, urging him, "Go! Daren go! Hurry up, Darren. It's a trap."

It had been over six months, and Ron thought Darren had left Talent City long ago, so Darren's appearance surprised him.

Talent City did not allow killing, but it did not prohibit torture. On the day Darren entered the Grand Void Manor, Ron was caught. After being horrifically tortured, he was hung in the attic until this day.

Whenever Ron was at the point of death, his gruesome captors would give him a potion to keep him from dying. Then they went about torturing him all over again.

They did this to draw Darren out, but seeing that Darren never came, it made them abandon their plan. Instead, they just vented their anger by torturing Ron.

"Darren, go away quickly, or Dean will come," Ron urged anxiously.

"Dean?" Darren's voice was as stiff as steel. "He'll be dead soon," Darren uttered, his voice as cold as ice, and his eyes were full of a challenge.