Chapter 393 Kill Song


    If it were up to Dick, Mack would be called a great talent as he was well aplished in terms of


    magic arrays. The problem, however, was that he was also known to be a bloodthirsty butcher with a


    cruel propensity to kill.


    The Cloud Sect valued its disciples''pliance with the sect''s rules and submission to its strength


    without having any moral constraints on their behavior. Despite his dislike of the sect''s doctrine, Dick


    felt powerless to change it. Instead of acting out against it, he would make sure to stick to his own


    principles when faced with a moral dilemma.


    After some pondering, Dick thought to be grateful for Master Yu''s mentorship in ckrock Peak and it


    helped him make the choice to not directly refuse his Master''s request. Nheless, he could still


    avoid a full-on fight with Zen by persuading him to surrender—he didn''t want to hurt his rival so cruelly


    just to win like what Mack did.


    A hint of surprise shed in Zen''s eyes as he never would have expected Dick to be such a righteous


    man. With a gentle nod and smile, he said, "The Cloud Sect is gathered with practitioners from all over


    the world. This is a ce where the strong speak without any regard for moral conduct. Though many


    fellow disciples are talented and powerful, many are also as cruel and murderous as beasts. Compared


    to them, your righteousness is admirable. You''re a diamond in the rough, truly. Still, I won''t surrender to


    you!"


    "But if you don''t give in, I might have to hurt you after I defeat you…" Dick insisted.


    Unable to refuse Master Yu''s request, Dick promised him that he would teach Zen a lesson unless he


    surrendered beforehand.


    "Oh, you don''t have to worry about that. After all, we don''t know who wille out the winner before


    we have a real fight. Besides, even if I start losing to you during the battle, you can pull your punches


    and leave chances for me to give in. I don''t believe your master would me you for that," Zen


    exined carefully.


    Upon hearing his words, Dick replied with a smile. "Well, sounds like a good idea. Alright, let''s get this


    over with."


    With that, he pulled out an ink brush from his sleeve.


    In the world of martial arts, there were many kinds of weapons. Only a few practitioners would choose


    a pen to specialize with, and among those who did, most of them used a "Judge''s Brush"—a metal pen


    in the shape of a writing brush, simr to a piercer, and could be used to stab enemies.


    As for Dick''s weapon, it had a wooden stalk and a bundle of wolf hair at the tip—a real ink brush.


    It was astonishing in Zen''s eyes. Seeing a writing tool be used as a weapon was quite rare.


    Still, Zen didn''t dare lower his guard. After all, Dick was a top disciple of the ckrock Peak—the


    second strongest peak among thirty-three peaks—and he was undoubtedly powerful, having defeated


    several people consecutively.


    Being a strong contender himself, Zen understood that underestimating his rival would lead to deep


    regret.


    After Dick pulled out his weapon, his ck life vitality began flowing from his hands and drifting in the


    air around him. Gradually, it concentrated together and slowly transformed into a dense cloud of mist


    before turning into some mysterious ck liquid.


    When Dick held up his sleeve and dipped the brush into the matter, Zen realized that it was his ink.


    His opponent just transformed his life vitality into a kind of magical ink.


    Zen''s brows shot up in surprise at Dick''s special weapon. Although he couldn''t tell what his rival was


    about to do with his tools, he prepped himself for his simple countermeasure—Zen would throw his


    punches.


    In this battle, Zen wanted to exert his physical strength to the most extent and he decided not to make


    use of his life vitality unless defeating his rival with his fists turned out to be impossible.


    Zoom!


    In one smooth motion, Zen dashed towards Dick, moving across the short distance until he was right in


    front of his rival. From either side, he readied his fists and jabbed them towards Dick.


    All the disciples of Cloud Sect were already aware of Zen''s great physical power. In spite of the sudden


    attack, Dick''s expression remained calm in the face of Zen''s aggressive motions and the audience


    couldn''t help but feel unnerved for him.


    Most of the disciples had bet on Dick''s victory while the few who wanted to specte took the risk of


    betting on Zen.


    If Dick took a beating in the first round, many of the betters would suffer a crushing loss.


    Watching Zen approach him aggressively, Dick leisurely lifted his inked brush and pointed his brush at


    his opponent. As soon as he made the gesture, he suddenly sped up considerably.


    In a blink, he wrote a word in the direction of Zen''s left hand that read: "seal".


    The word was written vigorously while also disying a sense of solemnity.


    After he finished with the word, Zen immediately felt all the strength in his left hand disappear, sealed


    by a mysterious power.


    Although one of his fists turned weak, his right fist was still on track, only a few feet away from Dick''s


    face.


    Nheless, Dick''s expression remained the same. In another swift motion, he dipped his brush in ink


    once again and wrote: "defend".


    Compared to the former word, this one was much thicker and heavier in form.


    Bang!


    With unstoppable momentum, Zen smashed his fist into the heavy word which seemed to have taken


    on a real, solid form.


    When he hit the object, Zen''s face visibly changed.


    Knowing that Dick was in the Illuminating Soul Realm, Zen didn''t bother to save his strength and


    employed ny percent of his physical strength and all the power in his dragon scales. Even with all


    that strengthbined, the huge word written with Dick''s life vitality ink didn''t even budge.


    "Again!"


    Bang!


    Bang!


    Bang!


    After four punches, a crack finally formed on the huge word that acted as a shield. With another strike,


    Zen shattered it to pieces.


    Simultaneously, Dick had already taken several steps backward. With a stroke of his brush, another


    "defend" appeared in front of him. Continuously this time, he dipped his brush in the ink and wrote the


    "defend" word in the air a number of times until he was surrounded by it.


    "This is my ''defense song.'' It can take on the damage five times before it breaks, no matter how


    powerful your attack is. As for that word which seals the strength in your left hand, it''s my ''seal song.'' It


    can stop you from exerting your strength or life vitality, so your left hand will remain useless for some


    time," Dick exined the defense he arranged.


    His short lecture left Zen dumbfounded.


    Generally speaking, it was malpractice for a refiner to tell his enemies about his own skills and their


    functions because his enemies would be able toe up with countermeasures with the information


    given. It was because Dick was so confident about his own power that he was open to detailing his


    skills. Moreover, his righteous moral standard demanded a straightforward attitude and behavior even


    in front of his enemies.


    "Seal song?"


    When he swung his left arm, Zen could feel how torpid and sluggish it had be. The "seal" word''s


    influence seemed to have shut off the whole arm''s strength.


    "Right. You won''t be able to break it but don''t worry. The seal''s effect will fade in two hours," Dick


    added slowly. Although they were in the middle of a battle, his quiet expression suggested they were in


    an academic environment instead.


    "I can''t break it? Are you certain?" Zen asked, raising an eyebrow.


    He exerted the power of the Emerald Crystal in his left arm with his mind. Suddenly, the effective power


    against enchantments burst out and flooded into the word around his hand. After a few seconds, a red


    crack appeared on the word before itpletely broke the word to pieces and vanished in thin air.All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    "What?" Dick''s eyes shed in astonishment. "Good job! Well, it seems that I was exaggerating.


    Although you''re only two steps into the nature level, you have a very powerful means to stay in the


    winning streak. I''ll admit I''ve underestimated you but that''s just a small portion of the fight. Let''s


    continue!"


    With the eight "defend" arranged around him as his defense, Dick dipped the brush in more ink and


    wrote "kill" three times in a row before giving themand, "Go now."


    The three words rushed towards Zen in sync. Amused, Dick reminded Zen in the same leisurely tone,


    "Watch out now, Zen Luo. My ''kill song'' is very powerful, and you should deal with it with caution."


    After the "kill" words appeared, the atmosphere of thepetition field shifted dramatically. On the


    battleground, Zen could feel a strong homicidal intent radiating from the words and it was no less


    horrifying than a ruthless general on a battlefield who had ughtered thousands of enemies.


    As the words flew towards Zen, they arranged themselves into a triangle.


    ''Now I see. No wonder I can''t feel any homicidal intent from Dick. He must have infused all of it into this


    ''kill song.'' Okay…let me see how powerful this skill is now!''


    With that thought, Zen raised his fists and rocketed towards the words.


    Over the course of the battle, Dick proved to be a troublesome rival for Zen. With all the spells of


    defense he set up around himself, Zen had to attack several times before smashing through a single


    shield. Still, even if he was able to, Dick could easily rece the words while the defenses were under


    attack.


    Even with solely his ''defense song, '' Dick was nearly an invincible enemy for Zen.


    As he dealt with Dick''s ''kill song, '' Zen''s mind was distracted with thinking of how he could sessfully


    break through the other''s defenses.


    Bang!


    When he punched the first "kill" approaching him, he immediately felt a great counterforce from the


    solid word. Instantly, the huge word suddenly exploded and the impact pushed Zen backward.


    Standing in the center of the field, Zen lost his bnce under the immense power and his body was


    knocked from the ground only to be smashed against the enchanted barrier around the area.


    Although the enchanted barrier was a part of the Cloud Sect''s great array and could supposedly take


    an enormous amount of damage, when Zen knocked into it, the barrier visibly trembled under the


    pressure.


    All the enchanted barriers had their limitations of impact they could take in while maintaining their


    shape.


    Naturally, with the counter force of Zen''s punch paired with the power of Dick''s spell, the force had


    approximated the limitation of the barrier and a crack already started to form in its corner.


    The referee was left astonished having noticed the damage. Enchanted barriers were meant to


    separate thepetition field from the auditorium and protect the audiences.


    No one would have expected the barrier to split from the force of a single attack between the two rivals.


    Zen and Dick''s opposing strengths were beyond anyone''s imagination.


    Given the umon urrence, the referee looked at an old man sitting in the auditorium—an elder


    of the Cloud Sect. Understanding the referee''s questioning look, he simply waved his hand. Life vitality


    began flowing from his hand and injecting into the barrier which then became intact again.


    After the hard crash into the barrier, Zen slid down the surface. For a moment, he sat quietly on the


    ground, downcast because of the blow he just took.