Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 595

Hitch, the one-star grand warrior, was quick to believe that his opponent was nothing special.

He was just as surprised as he was irritated, then, when he realized that none of his killing blows were coming near Darren.

"You killed the young master! For that, I'll kill you right now!"

As Hitch roared this, he activated his domain skill, and the black iron spear thrust like a phantom toward Darren.

Darren put on a show as he resisted this power, pretending that it was close to overwhelming his strength. At the last moment, though, he "unintentionally" swung his arm out, landing a heavy punch on Hitch's face.

Even as the warrior fell to the ground, Darren pummeled him with several kicks, sending him rolling back several meters.

Hitch came to a stop, favoring his bruises and glaring up at Darren with wide, furious eyes. As he saw it, he owed his new injuries to his own carelessness, not to any superiority on Darren's part.

With his pride thus intact, he barked, "Who are you, boy?!"

"I came from the Chen Village," Darren answered coolly. He wasn't about to share his name with this blowhard.

"Ha! So you have guts enough to tell me where you're from," Hitch gloated. "You'll regret that when the Black Dragon Fortress comes to destroy your whole village!"

Darren raised an eyebrow. "First you'll have to get back to your buddies alive to tell them about it," he pointed out.

"Humph! You think you can kill me just because you thrashed me just now? Try and catch me!" Hitch snarled. With that, he produced an Escape Rune from his pocket and activated it with his blood essence.

The coward was gone in the blink of an eye, but Darren knew that that inferior rune could only take him a kilometer or two away. Not only that, but he would still be easy to track down with spiritual sense.

In any case, though, Darren had no intention of chasing him down. Letting him spread the word to the Black Dragon Fortress would only hasten their ultimate defeat.

Seeing that Darren had won, Ella breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Darren went over and removed the seal from her body with his spiritual sense.

"Thanks for your help, sir."

Saying this, she bowed low to the ground with tears of gratitude in her eyes.

"No need to thank me," Darren replied, turning toward Fergus. "It's just your own bad luck that you ran into this scum. I'll kill him for you now, then."

"Please don't, sir,"

Ella said, suddenly on her feet.

"Why?"

Darren frowned, staring at Ella in disbelief.

'Even after all the evil this man has done, she wants me to let him go?' he wondered. 'Is she really so soft-hearted?'

He laughed in derision, shaking his head. "You actually want to forgive such a despicable man as this? I really don't know what to say. Well, have it your way! Do whatever you want, because my part in this is through. See you."

Saying this, Darren turned to go.

"Please don't leave, sir!" The anxiety in the woman's voice was palpable.

"What do you want now?" Darren demanded, looking back.

"Sir, you misunderstand," Ella pleaded. "I'm not letting him go. I'm going to kill him myself. Please don't be angry."

Darren faced her again, offering a knowing look.

He didn't like people who let their enemies go when they had the chance to take revenge. He wasn't pleased to see anyone fall prey to the consequences of such useless compassion.

So when Ella didn't let him kill Fergus, Darren was angry.

When he heard, then, that Ella was not going to let Fergus off the hook, Darren saw that his efforts this time were not in vain.

"Fergus, you bastard!" Ella said coldly as she approached her tormentor. "You'll pay for everything you've done to hurt me."

Her furious words sent a jolt through Fergus, who threw himself to his knees.