Chapter 128: Aftermath
"Eh? Somebody is breaking through? At this time?"
An old man walked toward the sounds of clashing spells and furious shouts inside the woods. His attire didn’t fit in with the surroundings. With a form-fitting black robe adorned with gleaming medals and a bowl-shaped hat on his head, his silhouette flickered across the densely packed trees chaotically, speed beyond human vision.
Like a sentient bolt of lightning, he approached the massive, roiling mass of qi ahead in the depths of the woods.
Strangely enough, nobody noticed his appearance amidst the battlefield. If anyone had seen his approach toward the center of the storm of spells, they’d only perceive a completely uninterrupted and unhurried gait whenever he was visible.
Yet, not a single one of the Mystic Arts seemed to have any effect on him.
Reaching the center of the battle, the old man finally saw a gravely injured young man constantly blinking in and out of ordinary sight to avoid the spells and martial attacks being flung at him. Occasionally, he tried to fight back. But it was clear that his stamina was at its limit.
What attracted the old man’s attention was the burst of martial qi pulsing around the youth’s body periodically. Even though his body sported dozens of deep wounds and his meridians appeared nearly empty, he could still execute his martial techniques somehow.
But that also came with a heavy price. With each technique he executed, his condition worsened and his meridians took some damage. If this went on, many of his meridians were going to be destroyed, creating a permanent state of qi deviation.
There was a twinkling light of curiosity in the eyes of the old man who patiently observed him fight. He finally let out a sigh after seeing the young fellow suffer another serious wound from trying to avoid a spell.