Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 509

The instant the black mutant tried to escape, Darren flung out his hand and activated his Hurricane Teleportation Skill.

"Did you really think you could pull that off under my watch?"

Darren sneered coldly as he covered the distance in a blink and landed in front of the black mutant, barring his path.

"You bastard!" the black mutant snarled. Enraged and shocked at Darren's speed and the fact the way out was blocked, the black mutant launched his attack, his razor-sharp claws swiping at Darren.

"Humph!" Darren snorted coldly.

He split into eight avatars, surrounding the black mutant.

The eight avatars countered the mutant, bombarding him with unmatched blade and sword intents and powerful dark gold internal force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The body of the black mutant burst open in several areas, gushing blue-black blood.

He threw back his head and let out a pain-filled screech.

His body swelled until his veins became prominent. They appeared as if they would burst through his skin. Or that the skin itself would rip apart.

Darren smirked. The black mutant's combat power matched that of a two-star grand warrior at his top level. He regretted not being able to kill the mutant in a second or less.

At that very moment, the other two black mutants dashed forward. Killing intent spilled from them as they charged toward Darren. Claws spread, they closed the distance quickly.

Whoosh!

Darren's figure disappeared. He'd reactivated the Hurricane Teleportation Skill, causing his eight avatars to re-integrate.

His figure showed up again. In that instant, olive-black force exploded from him.

Sizzle!

The attack melted one of the onrushing mutants. His body turned to thick black fluid, spilling into the air and across the ground.

Darren grinned.

'It turns out that the olive-black force fused with the aura of dragon blood and demonic internal force can kill a black mutant in an instant after all!'

Previously, his demonic internal force would have been only sufficient to intimidate a mutant. Now, fused with the aura of dragon blood, the black mutants' natural enemy, an entire new world of possibilities had opened. The power was something for them to fear. The threat of instant death was something to send them fleeing.

Swish!

Darren waved his sword horizontally. A wave of the olive-black force rippled around the whole area. Before the remaining two black mutants could react, even as their eyes bulged with fear, they melted into puddles of viscous black fluid.

"Awesome!" Darren exclaimed.

Grinning, he could barely contain his excitement. Within a second, he could kill a black mutant whose power was equal to that of a top level two-star grand warrior. Such an accomplishment was amazing.

His mind worked as he considered the possibilities of his newfound power. 'If I use this olive-black force, in conjunction with my Hurricane Teleportation Skill and the Air-integrated True Rule, maybe I could kill a black mutant at the top level of a three-star grand warrior in a second!' The thought sent a thrill through Darren. He frowned. "But could I do the same to a mutant with the power of a four-star grand warrior?" Darren muttered to himself.

He estimated that even if he couldn't kill a four-star mutant, his attacks would still pose a great threat.

After killing the four black mutants, Darren chopped off the blood red iron chains that held the people of the Shaoyan Clan and rescued them all.

After that, he took out a variety of spiritual herbs, elixirs, and pills from his Space Ring and distributed them to the rescued clan members.

"I am sorry, but who are you?"

inquired a few of the Shaoyan Clan's three-star warriors, suspicion in their eyes when they should have been grateful.

"I'm Darren, Timothy Shaoyan's friend. There's no need to worry. You can trust me. Here." Darren gestured to the supplies. "Take these medicines to quickly heal your injuries." He nodded encouragingly and offered them a sincere smile.

"Ah, Darren. Timothy mentioned you before. You were the one who helped him escape from the Purgatorial Tripod," a middle-aged man said. He was Adam, Timothy's uncle.