Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 1242 Comprehending The Sword Skill

Darren was most concerned about Kerr getting caught by the Gambling King. If this happened, his chances for survival were slim to none.

Seeing that Darren was badly injured, the people of the branch of the Starry Sword Sect immediately carried him back to the sect.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

The news that Darren had been seriously injured spread around the circle of people who had placed bets with their killing points. Many people who had bet exorbitant sums on Darren regretted their decision to bet on him.

"Darren, my father just came back. He's in the secret room, and he is asking for you,"

Freda said, jolting Darren from his trance.

"Alright, take me there.” Darren stood up and walked with Freda.

After passing through a series of secret arrays, Darren found himself in a secret room underground. "Master Murphy, how did you get hurt?"

Darren looked up and saw Murphy's pale face. His aura was weak, and his body looked badly mangled. He had been injured badly.

"Do not worry about me, I am fine. But your subordinate has been caught by the Gambling King." He let out an exasperated sigh, and his eyes looked weary.

Darren frowned and his face darkened. "Caught? He did not kill him?"

"How dare he kill a fiend by himself? Once any fiend is caught invading the territory of the human race, it must be reported to the Tussle Holy House. The senior leaders need to decide what course of action to take," said Murphy.

"Why?"

"Ha-ha." Murphy let out a bitter chuckle. "Darren, we humans in the Primitive Wilderness are mere slaves. We had supreme gods before who released us from our shackles with their magnificent power and strength. However, we no longer have any supreme gods. We have to live cautiously. We have to be careful about dealing with the other races. Once we violate any treaties, we are in danger of extinction.”

Darren felt anger bubble up within him and envelop his heart.

"Are humans really so weak?" Darren's voice was filled with fury and resentment.

Suddenly, Murphy stood up and looked at Darren, his eyes as sharp as a sword. "There are many things you don't understand, and you could not understand them even if you tried. One has to have enough strength to become all-powerful. We are all lion-hearted warriors. No man is willing to bow down to others. All the humans that have taken the insults and lived on deserve respect. I hope you can remember this."

Darren was stunned. It took a minute for him to process what Murphy had said

"Alright, then. Let's just drop it. Tell me, why is your subordinate a pure fiend?" He fixed his eyes on Darren as sword intent faintly flowed through his body.

Darren was surprised. But since Murphy had already known Kerr's identity, Darren didn't want to keep secrets from him anymore. "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course.”

"What if I refuse to tell you?"

Murphy turned around coldly. "Then, I will show you no mercy, especially now that you are in my secret room. No soul message can come out from here. No one will come to your rescue.”

Murphy was full of killing intent.

Darren's eyes flashed, his purple robes fluttering as the room was filled with a light breeze. A stream of white smoke came off of Darren's body. Black rays of light in the shape of a thirty-six-face crystal shone on his chest.

Murphy turned to look at Darren, feeling the sudden shift in his aura.

"You are a Defiant Master?!" he exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, I am," Darren said in a flat tone. "All creatures seem to have a grudge against Defiant Masters. I was hunted wherever I went. I think you are no exception.”

Murphy was astonished. He stared at Darren for a long time. He gave a soft sigh, and he shook his head sadly.

"You are wrong. For the human race, what we desire most is to have Defiant Masters."

Darren's heart trembled when he heard this.

"Then, why would I be expelled from the Ancestral Land? Why did the powerful human warriors just stand there and watch as I got taken away by the fiends when I was in danger? Do you know how painful it is to be abandoned by your own kind?"

Murphy held back his killing intent, and his eyes turned calm. "You can't blame them. You should blame yourself. You are not strong enough. If the senior leaders of the human race dared to protect you and let you grow stronger, it is very likely that it would infuriate the chief gods. The consequences would be too great for the human race to handle. You will understand me once you have the opportunity to become stronger.”

"What about you? Will you kill me or expel me?" Darren asked.

"Of course I won't kill you, but I can't decide what to do with you. It will be up to Lord Starry Sword to decide once we get back to the Starry Sword Region.”

"Oh, I see. Thank you."

"Alas!" Murphy sighed and turned to Darren. "Darren, I hope you will live. I hope one day you will be able to lead the human race to a better future, just like Supreme God Braxton did back then. It's not just me who wishes this would be your destiny. Every human in pain hopes that you would live well." “I will,"

Darren murmured. Murphy's figure began to blur, and then it disappeared completely.

After Darren walked out of the secret room, his heart was heavy and thoughts plagued his mind. He summoned Finley and Lindsay.

"What do you think we should do about Kerr?"

"Since he has been captured, we have no choice but to leave him to his fate. He is a fiend, and he might not be executed,” said Lindsay.

"Lindsay is right. We can't save him now. We're not strong enough,” Finley said, nodding.

Darren begrudgingly agreed. There was nothing they could do except wait it out and hope for the best.

He was not just upset over Kerr's capture, but he was also disappointed that he was not as strong as he wanted to be.

He felt like he was insignificant. Because of his weakness, whether he lived or died would have no impact on this world. He hated feeling ordinary and incompetent.

The feeling grew stronger when he thought of Elsa. He was desperate to know how she was doing. Was she safe? Was she happy?

Only by constantly growing stronger could he fully protect the ones he loved.

Darren stayed silent as he sat on the ground with his legs crossed. He closed his eyes and began his cultivation.

"There is half a scroll of supreme sword skill that I haven't comprehended yet.”

Darren calmed himself down. This half scroll of supreme martial skill was taught to him by the leader of the Cloud Forest Sect. In the Void Space, six sword-shaped steps lined up, beckoning Darren to ascend.

Darren remembered that each step represented a level, and his soul being able to go up on one step meant that he was able to successfully comprehend the sword skill of that level.

"I'll get started. Once I master the supreme sword skill, I would not have any problem dealing with Caleb."

Darren cleared his mind and concentrated his spiritual sense on cultivation.

His soul wandered in front of the six steps. A moment later, he began to try stepping up the stairs. Boom!

Darren's soul throbbed as countless streaks of sword intent shot out toward him

His soul retreated quickly, but the sword intent chased him relentlessly. He could not escape it. "What?"

Realizing that he couldn't escape, Darren immediately activated the Sword God Character in his body and released his own sword intent. The sword intent transformed into countless divine swords and collided with the terrifying sword intent that came at him.

However, Darren's sword intent was much weaker. It collapsed instantly.

Darren was surprised. His sword intent was defeated, which meant that his soul was in danger of getting pierced.

Darren immediately activated his black god's power to fight against the sword intent.

However, the sword intent seemed to morph and increase in power—just enough to suppress his black god's power.

"Damn it!"

In just a few moments, Darren's soul would be pierced by the sword intent and it would dissolve into nothingness.