Chapter 418 The Way To Infuriate Him


    At Cloud Sect, Keh bore the most power. If Kane, who had an astonishing amount of talent, didn''t


    take over the reins of the Burning Sky Pce in the Imperial Capital, the head of the Cloud Sect would


    dominate the entire Eastern Region.


    The vice leader held the second highest amount of power. The elders were next in the hierarchy,


    followed by the saints.


    In truth, the power that a saint was granted depended a lot on his age. If their talents weren''t good


    enough, they would remain stuck at the Cloud Sect. The exalted Cloud Hall had no interest in admitting


    those of mediocre talent.


    In the past, Zen had had conflicts with the saints. At the court trial that day, it was Saint Zara who had


    conducted the trial on him.


    Naturally, Zen was more alert now, knowing that his opponent was Saint Zara''s disciple.


    Johanson didn''t wear the purple robe of the personal disciple. Instead, he had donned a solid ck


    coat. He was dark-skinned and thin, and he stood opposite Zen like a weak child, with no apparent


    momentum emanating from his person.


    If the crowd didn''t know that he was, in fact, Johanson, they would dismiss him as a frail student on


    appearance alone. The inconspicuous boy did not look like the top disciple of Cloud Sect that he was.


    Everybody had the momentum. For instance, a child had a childish momentum, a general had an


    executioner''s momentum, while a schr had a civilized momentum. The momentum was on disy


    for everyone at any given space or time. The momentum of the ordinary, however, was not as eye-


    catching as that of the warrior.


    It depended on the human''s blood and vitality. After cultivation, warriors usually showed signs of


    bearing stronger vitality than ordinary people. They could be as tough as bulls, and thus exuded


    stronger momentum.


    But Johanson could restrain his momentum. Apparently, he knew the secret to conceal it.


    Stepping on thepetition field, Zen summoned life vitality to his body. He was not afraid of those


    who appeared to be tough outwardly, but were timid inside, such as Vale. Zen could see through Vale


    immediately. But this Johanson... he appeared to be a mystery.


    Just as the referee dered the battle open, Johansonughed, the voice hollow and strange. Without


    another word, he began the fight.


    ck life vitality spread across his body continually, flowing behind him like ribbons of broken fabric as


    he moved. Floating in the air, he looked like a ghost.


    As Johanson flew around Zen, the ck shadows remained behind, still in mid-air. The shadows were


    different from Zen''s demonic phantoms which acted like silhouettes. The ck shadows, on the other


    hand, were simr to Johanson''s own body, as if each of them was a duplicated figure of him.


    ''The life vitality avatar has donned the shape of his body. The cultivation method he has practiced


    seems to be either of illusion or assassination, '' Zen reflected, realizing that he knew what Johanson


    intended to do. The ck shadows on thepetition field blended in with his ck coat with ease


    and could act as his shield when required. Johanson wanted to bend the atmosphere of the battlefield


    to his favor.


    Zen fixed his attention on Johanson, not betraying his emotions. He didn''t dare rx. Johanson was


    certainly aware of Zen''s gaze on him. His movements werenguid as he arranged the ck shadows.


    The more ck shadows on thepetition field, the more chaos there would be. The scenario would


    work to his advantage.


    After a while, Johanson sped up. His figure disappeared from thepetition field, finally escaping


    Zen''s attention.


    ''Is he hiding somewhere?'' Zen frowned as he scanned the ck shadows floating one after another.


    He couldn''t lock in on Johanson''s position.


    For this type of assassination attack, Zen did not have an answer. Johanson had concealed all of


    himself. Zen had to n and take the action afterward. Once Johanson attacked him, he would fight


    back.


    But would Johanson give him that opportunity?


    Johanson floated in the air, one among the many dark shadows. He looked at Zen indifferently. He had


    already targeted Zen, but didn''t spread the killing intent as of yet. Hiding the intent was one of his many


    talents.


    Johanson also cultivated the martial arts, but unlike most warriors, he mainly practiced the


    assassinating method.


    Once, there had been a tribe called the Shadow Group in the Eastern Region. It was said that the


    headquarters of the group was on the other side of the continent, and that the Shadow Group in the


    Eastern Region was only a sub-sect.


    Even as a small branch, it had made praiseworthy achievements in the history of the Eastern Region.


    At least ten emperors, including three of the Burning Sky Empire were killed by the assassins of


    Shadow Group.


    The members of the group were specialized in assassinating. They had the confidence to kill an


    opponent more powerful than them.


    The Shadow Group''s existence was a great threat to the Burning Sky Empire, as well as to the top


    seven noble ns. No emperor or powerful man wished to live in the vicinity of killers who threatened


    their very existence.


    Three hundred years ago, the Burning Sky Empire joined hands with the Cloud Sect and the top seven


    noble ns to ughter the Shadow Group. The group of assassins in the Eastern Region gradually


    fell apart. They hadn''t been able to recover in the past three hundred years.


    Johanson was born during this period in the Eastern Region, a genius of the Shadow Group.


    He had the innate talent of hiding breath and soul force far beyond others of his age. These two strong


    points ensured he''d go far on the road of assassination.


    His aim was to get out of the Eastern Region and make his way to the Shadow Group''s headquarters


    on the other side of the continent, so he couldpete with the young talents belonging to the same


    sect and tribe as him. The Cloud Sect and the Cloud Hall served as mere springboards for his talent.


    For an assassin, it was most important to gather information first. This was his first time to fight in the


    All Peaks Competition. But, he had watched each round of battles keenly and made mental notes of


    the varieties of strength and features of the disciples participating in the contest.


    The disy of strength by Zen, who was currently only at grade two of the nature level, had surprised


    Johanson. It seemed that the boy had talent not inferior to his. Zen had such rare power at a lower


    level. If he stepped into the Illuminating Soul Realm someday, would he defeat the powerful men sitting


    at the top?


    As Johanson had watched the contest while shrinking into a corner on the sidelines, his master, Saint


    Zara, suddenly informed him to prepare for battle, his opponent being Zen. His master required him to


    kill Zen.


    "In the battlefield, you must kill Zen, but pretend it is an ident."


    Johanson was the best among all geniuses. He was not jealous of any other, nor afraid to fight an


    exceptional talent. Only after he had sessfully fought another genius would he prove his outstanding


    skills. Even before, he had wanted to be in a battle against Zen.


    His master wanted him to murder Zen.


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    It was an epted notion that the fist was blind. A few disciples were killed in idents at the All


    Peaks Competition every time.


    However, nobody dared to kill an opponent on thepetition field brazenly.


    His master''s proposal excited Johanson. The idea of killing a genius made him smile inwardly, and he


    epted the order calmly.


    In conceit, he thought he would kill Zen in an instant.


    Zen was like his prey. Johanson wanted to trap the prey, watch as he squirmed and struggled in vain,


    see the fear take over his face before he died of regret. He wanted to overpower Zenpletely.


    The ck shadows were his shadow killing array, awork of traps set up by him.


    But the expression on Zen''s face made Johanson unhappy. Being trapped, Zen should be fearful. At


    the very least, he should show signs of panic.


    But he didn''t find any hint of rm on Zen''s face. On the contrary, Zen looked calm and tranquil, as if


    he wasn''t aware that he had been taken as prey.


    It was not amusing in the least.


    Johanson felt it necessary to pressurize him even more.


    "Hahah..."


    Johansonughed horribly.


    A depressing atmosphere could demoralize the prey and make him nervous. Chaos was the perfect


    set-up to reveal one''s weakness. It was a frequent way of assassins to trap their opponents thusly.


    When the group attempted an assassinationte hours into the night, some of them cried out with


    voices like those of ghosts. The restless prey was too dumbfounded to react intelligibly and it was a


    sure-shot kill within mere seconds.


    As Johanson burst into peals of coldughter, the dark shadowsughed along with him. One could not


    grasp his location from the sounds.


    "So you canugh? I thought you were dumb!" Zen spoke out.


    Hearing that, Johanson stoppedughing. Was Zen implying that he was an idiot? Was Zen tricking


    him? Johanson grew furious immediately.


    At the same time, Zen began to move. Six demonic phantoms appeared from behind him, rushing


    toward Johanson swiftly.


    Johanson breathed in deeply and spurred his figure to transform into a ck shadow. One of the


    demonic phantoms flew past his ear.


    It was a narrow encounter, but it was dangerous.


    Zen smiled. "What a pity. You have cultivated well enough that you''re able to hide. But being irritated by


    me, you''ve shown me where you are!"


    The boy had an acute sense of perception!


    He could sense where Johanson was by judging his emotional fluctuation alone...


    "Nice. You have some good skills, but you can''t match me," said the ck shadows of Johanson, all at


    the same time.


    "If you think I''m not worthy of being your opponent, stop floating around me just to find opportunities.


    Come out and beat me. It should be easy for you. But I know you wouldn''t do it because you are a


    coward. Why would I believe I can''t outmatch you?" Zen retorted, still with a smile.


    Hearing this, Johanson''s anger almost red up again, but he restrained it. What had happened? He


    knew how to remain calm, so why was he being so capricious at this boy''s clear provoking words?


    ''Stay calm!''


    Johanson told himself as he recited the Ten Commandments for an Assassin mentally.


    As a mature assassin, one must guard himself against arrogance, indiscretion, anger...


    Between killing and getting killed, it was a hard psychological game to y.