Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 660 The Endurance (Part One)

Jordan's cold and indifferent gaze landed on the people in front of him, and they shivered. They stood transfixed, rooted with horror as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss. They were all terrified after realizing that the death was upon them.

"Hold on, sir. I have got some other treasures.”

Darren looked at Jordan in horror. His palms had already started sweating.

"Hand it over." Jordan's eyes squinted slightly, and he gave them an indifferent glance. His voice held an irresistible authority.

Restlessness embraced Darren's heart when he saw an unmoved Jordan. Darren licked his lips and continued to stare at him. "If you promise not to kill us, I will give them to you," Darren announced after taking a deep breath.

"Are you negotiating with me?" Jordan snorted and narrowed his eyes at Darren.

"Yes." Darren clenched his jaw and nodded. He didn't have a choice but to pretend to be calm. "I still have dozens of such things. If you let us go, I will be willing to give them all to you. Otherwise, I won't hand them over even if I have to die."

The elder in the black robe, who had been standing beside Jordan, stepped forward. His face became red in anger. "Boy, do you think you can stop us if you don't hand them in? I have a lot of ways to deal with you.

Let's see if you can bargain again after tasting my strike. We can also get the Holy Will Crystals after killing you."

His eyes fixed coldly on Darren, and the elder's palms lit up with runes.

Darren stayed silent for a while. To others, he looked fearless, but his heart wanted to shrink back since he knew it was hopeless to fight both Jordan and the elder. "It's useless for you to kill me if I don't hand them in. Once the spatial treasures are destroyed, all the things will disappear along with them. Don't you know that?" He fixed his cold gaze at the elder in the black robe. He knew that in such circumstances, he had to fake fearlessness. The more frightened he would look, the higher will be the chances of his death.

The elder presented him a sneer. "Great! Then you can go to hell!"

With a harsh shout, the elder in the black robe waved his hand. A vast number of runes flew out of his palm and encircled Darren.

Immediately after the elder had encircled Darren with his runes, the scenario that Darren was in had changed. He was now in a dark world, with boiling oil under his body.

His body was drenched in hot oil, and his skin burnt and turned red. Darren could only grit his teeth and endure. He made no sound of pain, but the muscles of his face tensed

Darren had experienced the pain of soul attack before. Body torture was nothing in front of him. It was not hard for him to withstand such a physical shock!

Darren's skin soon turned black by the scorching heat of the oil, but still he made no sound.

"Good boy! You have a great endurance! How about having a taste of this?"

The elders eyelids twitched, and his face grew ferocious. He once again released a vast number of runes only to trap Darren inside.

The runes transformed into thorns and blades had begun to cut Darren's fingers and stabbed all over his body. His mouth opened, and he started taking deep breath without uttering a single word. "Let go of him!"

Darren's companions held their breath and screamed. They were unable to bear the sight of a furiously tortured Darren.

The torment was so ruthless that they could not just stand and watch anymore.

Darren bit his inner cheeks and endured it all. He looked at the cold and indifferent eyes of the elder and could only hope that the person would change his mind.

The runes continued to torture his body only to scorch it to the bones. Not a single place on him was intact,

"Stop it!"

The elder was stunned momentarily at Jordan's command that came unannounced just when Darren was about to die.

People around Darren looked at Jordan with glistening eyes. Their faces lit up at once.

However, they misunderstood the purpose of the dwarf. They didn't see Jordan's sinister smile. "This lad has the remarkable endurance. Let me try my skill on him."

Everyone turned as pale as death at once. What Jordan said made them feel like jumping from a lofty rock into a dark, endless abyss again.

Their palms started sweating when they imagined the intensity of suffering Darren would have to face if Jordan joined the fight. It would be a hundred times more than the pain he had just suffered from the elder.

"What if we hand over our crystals to save Darren?" Hobson licked his lips and swept his gaze at others.

Someone beside Hobson shook his head. "Don't be silly, Hobson. If they know that we have many crystals with us, they will definitely kill Darren and then come to threaten us. If that case, what is the use of Darren's suffer? He won't stand a chance of escaping if we give up our crystals.”

"That's right. Hobson, you have to hold yourself. Don't expose to them that we have the crystals. Otherwise, we would put Darren in danger,” someone else added and looked at Darren with sympathy in his eyes.

The others nodded in agreement with the decision.

In truth, they had thousands of crystals with them. Darren's collection was just a tiny part of what they all collected during these days. It was beyond doubt that Jordan would kill Darren after seeing Darren was not the only one who possessed the crystals.

"But if things go on like this, Darren will surely die," Hobson cried in dismay.

The group fell silent for a while and looked at the agonized Darren, who still tried to remain silent. "We have no choice but to take a bet. After all, in their eyes, Darren's life is worthless. They might not kill him unless they got the crystals."

"Okay, let's continue watching. It seems this is all we could do for now,” Hobson muttered. He gritted his teeth and darted his cold eyes at Jordan.

There was a harsh buzz.

Dust particles in the air started to shake violently and rushed at Darren with blinding speed. A wave of strong rune soon followed by and circled Darren

The rune turned into a ghost claw and began wavering around Darren.

The ghost claw pulled the faint shadow of Darren's soul out of his body. Darren wrinkled his nose and looked coldly at Jordan.

"Finally, you are going to use your soul attack on me? Come on then!"

Darren blinked several times to calm his dizzy head. Although Darren's consciousness was vague, he was prepared to endure the extreme pain that was going to come.