Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 283 Darren In Grave Danger (Part Two)

"Shit! I don't want to waste a Primitive Stone on them. But what else can I do? I run out of options,” cursed Darren amidst the battle. He was exhausted by this time. If it was not for his high speed, the creepy little creatures had already engulfed him.

"That's it! Go to hell!" With one hand manipulating the sword, the other hand reached for the Primitive Stone which contained the Heavenly Repression Rule. Darren started to absorb the energy from the stone.

He was lucky that he had found five of them in Chad's secret room. Using one for the nasty little creatures was heartbreaking for Darren. Yet he was left with no choice: one out, four left.

While his mind was preoccupied with regrets of having to use the stone, suddenly, a dark gold internal force enveloped his body.

Overwhelmed by the internal force, Darren limped as his bones crunched like thunder rolling in the distance.

With all his strength, Darren carefully redirected the dark gold internal force toward the creatures. It worked like laser beams. Just a single shot upon the target and they would all vanish. The fierce and tremendous power made all the little creatures shiver with fright. They were screaming and scattered in all directions.

"Help, grandpa, help us!"

"Grandpa! He's going to kill us!"

"I surrender!"

the pint-size creatures shouted, crying for help. But it was too late for these mischievous minions. Though the shell of this place was ten thousand times as hard as the ordinary soil, Darren's beam still managed to bombard the ground, shaking and shattering the boulders into pieces. A lot of the tiny creatures didn't make it out.

Witnessing the scene at a distance, the cowardly Water Kylin was taken by surprise. His eyes popped with terror, and His jaw dropped in awe. "Oh lord, what's that? How come he is so powerful and skilled? I can't believe it!" exclaimed the dazed Water Kylin.

In his mind, the beast imagined if he was there, he could be fatally wounded if not killed by now. The thought was so scary that it made him quiver in fear.

However, when the Water Kylin was about to escape to save himself, he was stopped by his ego. "Well, well, not today, not today. The show is on. The show is on! Embrace your death, Darren boy!" The Water Kylin began to merrily sing his remarks with an unknown tune. As the Water Kylin hummed the merry tune, out of nowhere, there was an overwhelming power that unearthed from beneath the ground.

The earth trembled, and blood seemed to gush out and started flowing. Abruptly, a monstrous, burnt tree trunk rose. The roar reverberated across the heavens like the apocalypse was coming. Endless green branches protruded out from the charred trunk. In a split second, the branches speedily raced toward Darren.

Each branch was like a whip, thrusting and wiping everything out of its way. The trunk was going to flog Darren to death, the sonic boom it triggered was piercing and shrill.

"It was the master, a monster at the Wonder Realm.” Darren jerked a bit. But soon he regained his senses and confidence when he saw that the enemy was getting closer.

If Darren would battle with his full strength, he was equal to the fourth, maybe fifth stage of the Spirit Realm. But the giant trunk was in the Wonder Realm. Confronting the tree was sure to be nothing but a dead end.

"Water Kylin, get the hell out of here! Or I will summon Finley to kill you!" Darren yelled at the emptiness. Fighting the tree was just ridiculous. He was trying to lure, or scare the Water Kylin out if it was possible. The Water Kylin didn't know Finley couldn't make it here, anyway.

"I'm not buying it! Catch me if you can! You are only putting the wind up against me," giggled the Water Kylin. "I will not help you now. I'll watch you being beaten until you're on the verge of death!" teased the Water Kylin further. At the moment, he was hiding behind the giant boulder. The beast had it all well planned. "The worst thing that can happen is that Finley does show up and beat the shit out of me,” mumbled the Water Kylin to himself. "I can always run away if things get ugly. That's it!"

"Water Kylin, get your ass out! Or you're so dead!" yelled Darren again, palms sweating as he beat on the tree. All this time, Darren knew the Water Kylin was somewhere near. But he could not pinpoint the exact location. So there was nothing he could do if the Water Kylin had made up his mind. At the same time, the slow-moving trunk had already launched an attack against him, branches and twigs on fire.

"Ugly tree, have a taste of my Blood Dragon Phantom!" shouted Darren. Precipitously, eight shadows of Darren appeared and merged into one.

"Domain!" Simultaneously, Darren released his Blade and Sword Domain.

That was all he had got, the stone, the domain, and the shadows. Like everybody else, his ability and strength were primarily suppressed in the place. Now though all out, his strength was only about the second or third stage of the Mysterious Realm—a pathetical restriction for him.

When the superior talents besieged him, Darren didn't resort to letting out these skills. They were too powerful, and he didn’t want to hurt other superior talents ruthlessly.

But now, the deadly blow from Darren minimally cut off a small patch of twigs. The strength gap between him and the trunk was too wide to abridge. There was nothing Darren could do except fleeing for his life.

The twigs moved forward slowly. But Darren couldn't throw them off.

The tree was swaying gently, and the twigs were dancing. They carefully aimed at Darren, and bang! The sharp end of the supple twig poked a hole through the earth.

It was time for another Primitive Stone. Darren had no alternative but to do what he had to do. Two out, three left.

The dark golden color crept on Darren again. This time, a more potent power enveloped his being. Within a hundred-mile radius, the earth began to tremble. The leaves and twigs quivered as shock waves hit them and shattered to pieces.

However, at this time, the sky changed its color. Dark clouds thickened above and a destroying pressure gathered in the void.

"Oops! I'm sorry that I disturbed the Heavenly Repression,” murmured Darren. Now he got something even more significant to worry about. The magnificent spectacle was a letter from the death itself. Darren willfully stepped forward, like marching towards his doom.