Novel1The Cumur clan famously incorporated a diverse range of style and techniques into their discipline, just like the opener Haran displayed.
Naturally, it all banked on talent-even just a sliver of it would be able to realize its full potential, and Longram did not expect Haran to be a master of it! "You're just a maggot!" Haran smirked and stabbed his blades toward Longram's belly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLongram leapt out of the way once more and cast his own technique, shrouding himself in a golden radiance! Someone exclaimed, "That's the monks' famous Golden Shroud technique. So Skyhigh Sect really adopted it as the rumors claimed!" "Really? Looks far more impressive than the original to me." Thalos smirked.
Creed laughed. "You have no idea when it comes to martial arts, any adaptation really wouldn't measure up to the pioneers' mastery!" "Really? Can't say I agree!" Thalos said confidently.
Meanwhile, Longram and Haran had traded over a dozen strikes.
As Thalos had predicted, as Haran landed more strikes, Longram's golden shroud started to crack, and eventually shattered with an audible crash.
Even as Longram stumbled and fell, Haran pressed his advantage and stabbed his blades at him! Before his blade actually struck, Zark strode between them and snapped coolly, "You're just sparring, Mr. Cumur. Is there a need to shed blood?" Haran snorted but ignored him, instead pointing his blade at Frank as he snapped, "Your turn, brat!" Zark, who just helped Longram to his feet, was laughing. "You want to fight him? You're way out of your league!" "Bullshit!" Haran bellowed in fury.
He was a one-in-a-generation talent, and he had just defeated the so-called best in this generation. Why would he not get to fight spretty boy? Zark was clearly just belittling himself! However, before Haran could challenge Frank again, a sinister voice spoke behind him. "It's been a while, but your temper is still terrible, Mr. Cumur!" Everyone turned to see the eerie sight of six black-clad figures shrouded in black smoke. "Black robes, black smoke... Are you the Ghostly Six?!" someone exclaimed in recognition. They were sextuplets who had cultivated in the dark arts.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow, their bodies were no more than phantoms, and they were said to be unbeatable! "I don't believe you were invited!" Zark growled coolly, while everyone else assumed combat stances, ready for a fight.
After all, the Ghostly Six were infamous in the martial arts scene, despised by those who led an upstanding life.
Still, the Ghostly Six simply laughed at their hostility. "To think that everyone here hails from famous clans and factions. Forget serving us tea you're ready to fight us on sight, not shying away from using your advantage in numbers. Don't you think people would laugh if they were to find out?" While that left the guests ashamed and stopped them from attacking, Faust snapped, "Vain fools! Holding back against evil just because it might sully your reputation? For shame!" "That's just the harshness of reality." Frank chuckled. "No surprises there." Haran strode up just then. "Instead of a brawl, why don't we fight one against one?" "Back off, boy!" Thalos barked, furious.
He had really pampered his son so much that he could not understand that there was always someone better.
And the Ghostly Six was undoubtedly beyond him! Haran rolled his eyes. "You know how hard it is to live up to your reputation, Father. The way I see it, their reputation is all smoke and mirrors, and they actually amount to nothing!" And with those words, he whipped out his dual blades and charged.
He could not be blamed for being hot-headed-not when he had just defeated Longram, who was touted to be peerless in their generation.
With such a boost to his ego, he was not about to worry about mere hearsay and consider the Ghostly Six a threat.
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