On the other side of the city, at the last battlefield, the youth and the old man had already begun to fight. The old man's staff continuously poked and struck, its strikes carrying the force of mountains. A blow from the staff felt as heavy as a mountain pressing down on the body.
Li Mingyue knew he couldn't directly confront Li Wang's attacks. Having once been the young master of the Li family, he was all too familiar with the old man before him. This old man, Li Wang, was a steward by his father's side. He had protected Li Mingyue since childhood, and now he had to be an opponent.
Indeed, power could cloud a person's true intentions. Even his own father, for the sake of power, would kill his own son. The thought brought immense pain. He was different from the other two; their motivation was revenge for their annihilated clans. His own purpose was to increase his strength and return to question his father, to ask why he had done this.
Could having power mean abandoning one's own child? He only wanted to return and ask, yet he never expected his father to pursue him relentlessly, even sending a steward to reincarnate and find him.
He was well aware of the attack patterns of the staff. Facing the assault, he calmly defended himself, even drawing his twin weapons from his defense. They were dual blades, which he swung in a continuous barrage.
A volley of blades shot out. The old man's staff blocked them left and right, deflecting the strikes. A figure appeared behind him, and the staff swung back in a sweeping motion.
The figure was forced to retreat. The old man spoke, "Young Master, have you forgotten who taught you your skills?"
"You know this steward of yours, and I know you just as well. But the gap between us is one of strength and experience, so you might as well come back with me obediently and hand over the key."
"Dream on! If I'm going back, it will be with overwhelming strength. I must ask Father if power truly matters more than his own offspring." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Thinking of this, his heart ached. To be hunted by his own father, he might be the first young master in history to experience such a fate.
The old man let out an evil laugh. "Do you really think you are the young master of the Li family? You think too highly of yourself. You were an orphan from the start. If the family head hadn't taken a liking to your unique physique back then, you wouldn't have become the young master."
"What?"
"To tell you the truth, the father you believed in is actually fake. You were an orphan, spotted by the family head at birth. As for your birth parents, who knows where you came from."
He clenched his fists, the sound echoing. Where were his birth parents?
"I ask you, where are my birth parents?"
"Heh, no comment. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
The battle between the young master and the steward, after this exchange, became even more intense.
Figures collided with figures, the continuous impact creating aftershocks that turned the surroundings into sand.
Nothing would remain. Their attacks spared no effort.
Within the ripples of their energy, special energies drifted into the distance, towards the center of the vortex.
Their figures were completely indiscernible; only sounds could be heard, the crackling of sparks, the incredibly rapid pace of their combat.
A normal person could not discern the situation; only flashes of light flickered.
When the two figures retreated, their dual blades were already shattered. The old man's staff looked on the verge of breaking. Their previous exchanges had ended in a stalemate.
They both knew who held the upper hand, their eyes revealing nothing of their inner thoughts.
"Kill!"
Li Mingyue wanted to know his origins, his identity, and the whereabouts of his birth parents. Hiding his strength was impossible. He unleashed his power, and amidst the flashing blades, his dual swords appeared, capable of a hundred or even a thousand strikes in a second.
This frenzied offensive somewhat startled Li Wang. How had this guy's strength increased so terrifyingly?
Just moments ago, he had the upper hand, and now he found himself at a disadvantage.
Facing countless dual blade strikes, his staff rang out continuously. He knew that if he didn't get serious, he might truly be defeated here.
The end of the staff slowly unsheathed, revealing a slender longsword. So, the staff was also a scabbard.
The fine sword moved slightly, blocking all the dual blade attacks. When the flurry passed, they stood opposite each other.
"This guy's growth rate is too fast. No, I must end him here. He's truly worthy of his bloodline; he absolutely cannot be allowed to live. I've already revealed the secrets to him."
He felt like slapping himself at the thought. How could he have let the secret slip? It would have been better to keep him in the dark. Perhaps he was too confident in his own strength. Who knew this guy's explosive power wouldn't be inferior to his own?
In Li Wang's hand, the slender longsword seemed almost transparent. Without careful observation, one could barely see its blade. The hilt was crescent-shaped, and the blade itself was so fine it was thinner than a needle used by mortals. The cold glint emanating from it sent shivers down one's spine.
This longsword could not be underestimated by its appearance, just as no weapon should be. Knowing this, Li Mingyue stopped his attacks and observed quietly.
This was the first time he had seen the steward use this longsword. The steward had never mentioned being skilled in swordsmanship. It seemed his understanding of the old man's strength was inaccurate.
As he was contemplating, a sword light flashed behind him. He had no idea when the old man had appeared behind him; he had been right in front of him moments ago. Not a time for such thoughts, he crossed his dual blades, and they were sent flying, leaving long trails on the ground.
Their battle had turned the surroundings into a desert. This last impact caused no significant damage, only a slight embarrassment.
The desert, dust flying, Li Mingyue rose from the ground, dual blades in hand, on high alert. He couldn't understand how that previous maneuver had been executed.
Li Wang's lips curled. With a movement of his arm, his speed was astonishing, a stark contrast to their previous combat.
However, Li Mingyue could keep up with his speed. The dual blades and the fine sword clashed repeatedly. During these clashes, his body inexplicably sustained injuries.
It was very strange. All of the opponent's moves were being blocked and parried, so how was his body getting hurt?
He couldn't figure it out. Meanwhile, the old man beside him smirked. A bad premonition arose. *Pfft, pfft.* Blood vessels all over his body burst.
His mind was filled with questions; he had no understanding. Clearly, no attack had landed on him.
"Haha, I forgot to tell you. My weapon has an ability: though the attack shows no damage on the surface, the moment you confront it, the damage is already within your body. With just a thought from me, you will suffer harm."
"Even if you block the attack, it's useless."
He slowly approached the youth, the slender longsword pointed at his head. His body was severely injured, lacking the strength to even stand.
Their exchange of moves had numbered in the thousands. All this accumulated damage appearing at once was more than anyone could bear.
"Must I stop here?"
He was filled with unwillingness, to die here.
Just as he was about to be knocked unconscious, a flash of light appeared, and the youth was whisked away from the old man's side.
"Who, who is it!"
The old man became vigilant, scanning his surroundings. Someone had intervened. Who dared to obstruct him?
A youth holding a spear slowly walked in from outside the gate, stating coldly, "Outsiders, leave this place. Do not disrupt the order of this world."
"Give me that boy, and I will leave."
"No, that boy is a being of our world. Why should you outsiders take him? Or do you look down on us?"
Both sides were engaged in a battle of words. To have the prize snatched away like this, how could anyone be content?
"Then do not blame me."
"You can try."