Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 681

The old man could effortlessly stay alive while fighting all four of them, not even getting a scratch, however he could also not kill any of them. It would be an indecisive battle; no side would win over the other. He was not seeing any end to it, as he had no attacking power himself, so he had to ask Darren for help.

Darren's strength wasn't strong enough. He didn't stand a chance against the holy warriors, and he knew better than to grace the front line of a war that he had no way of conquering.

But fortunately, the old man had mastered the Life True Rule and Space True Rule. He could use them to heal Darren's body and help him avoid the attacks respectively. Once Darren was able to improve his cultivation base again, he would have a chance to kill the four holy warriors.

Bang!

Suddenly, a domineering spear shadow was shot toward Darren; the sharp screeching sound racing past his ears like knives being grated against steel.

"What?" Darren exclaimed, taken aback. He immediately shot a dark gold internal force toward the spear.

When the two collided, Darren's own dark gold internal force was blown away, as Darren's mind had been when he realized what this meant.

The person who controlled the spear must be very powerful.

But Darren wasn't one to give up. He gave a loud roar, and when he was about to transform into a dragon, he saw a handsome figure standing before him with a smile.

"Ha-ha, Sir and Darren. You didn't expect me to be here, did you?"

The man grinned as he walked toward Darren and the old man. It was Hobson.

He was shrouded by the overbearing Fringe Holy Will, and he exuded a completely different aura. He was not the same person he once was. The change was evident; really hard to miss especially at that level.

"How did you comprehend such a powerful Fringe Holy Will?" Darren asked, surprised. Hobson's current strength was no weaker than that of Harrison and the other sect leaders before they reached the Holy Realm.

It also meant that Hobson managed to comprehend at least ninety percent of the Fringe Holy Will.

"It is all because of Sir and Orval," Hobson replied happily, the smile still dancing lightly on his lips.

Then he told them the reason behind it all.

The scroll the old man gave him was actually a spear skill that was passed down by a senior holy warrior, which contained his dominating spear intent.

Of course, that didn't mean it was all smooth sailing from the get go. It was impossible for him to improve so fast by only obtaining such a piece of spear skill and spear intent.

His growth should be attributed to Orval. When Hobson left the stone hall, he was worried about finding a good place to practice, and at that time, he met Orval who took him to a very mysterious place. That place was a space and time vortex where time was accelerated for a thousand times, yet the outside world remained virtually unaffected.

That was why he could master the profound Fringe Holy Will in a short time.

"Where is Orval? He helps me a lot. Now I'm not afraid of those bastards anymore," Hobson declared, his chest jutting out proudly.

Darren gave Hobson a sign to stop. He continued talking to Hobson using his spiritual sense. "Jordan and others have all reached the Holy Realm. They have killed Orval. If you really want to thank the lord of the bronze palace and Orval, you'd better come with me to avenge Orval's death."

"What?! Orval is... dead?" The smile on Hobson's face fell off and his killing intent bubbled to the surface. Darren could see the internal conflict; the struggle as he tried to keep all the hatred inside him.

And yet, despite all the rage he was feeling, Hobson was disheartened by the fact that Jordan and others had already become holy warriors.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid?" Darren asked through spiritual sense.

"What are you talking about, Darren? Because of the leader of the bronze palace and Orval, I am able to improve my cultivation base. What's more, as long as it's your order, I will definitely follow it," Hobson said seriously, communicating with Darren through the same means.

Upon hearing this, Darren felt something warm spreading in his chest. He didn't expect to hear that from Hobson, and quite straightforward at that.

Hobson was totally different from the people outside. It could be said that he was stronger than Darren now, but his attitude had not changed at all. He was still the same humble man, albeit a little more proud than he used to be, but still not arrogant at all. Darren thought befriending him was totally worth it, even though it all happened only by chance.

"Hobson, we are friends. Let's do our best to avenge Orval's death," Darren said as he stared at Hobson firmly.

"Sure. Without you, I would have died many times. Even if I were to die this time in our quest for vengeance, I would not retreat nor regret my choice." Hobson's expression showed he meant every word he said. Gone were the relaxing days. They were heading into a more serious battle, and it could be his last.