Nobilis of War

Chapter 63 Fighting Against Dalton

Before long, Darren and Elsa were out of the Ilmen Sect's area and rushed into a strange forest.

Following closely behind them was Dalton. He cut down every thick tree that stood in his way as easily

as one would cut grass.

"Damn it! The bastard runs too fast…" he couldn't help cursing.

No matter how hard Dalton tried to catch up, Darren was always hundreds of meters ahead of him. 'Did

the asshole have some kind of lightness training? How the hell can he run so fast dragging a girl who

just barely reached the Primary Realm?' he wondered in frustration.

In the meantime, another man followed behind them, as quietly and swiftly as a shadow, keeping a

certain distance from them all the while.

'It seems that Darren is leading Dalton that way on purpose, ' the man thought. Having found

something rather strange, he was waiting for something exciting to unfold.

Even after chasing Darren for quite a while, Dalton was still a long way behind. Burning with fury, he

ended up summoning all his vital energy, dashing through the forest as fast as possible, knocking tree

after tree down in his wake.

Finally, having spent much of his vital energy, he began approaching Darren.

But the chased wasn't in any panic—he merely continued running forward, dragging Elsa along.

'Go ahead!

The closer you get to me, the sooner you'll meet your end, ' Darren thought with a malicious smile.

"Darren, you're too fast! I can barely keep my eyes open," Elsa said, taken aback by his speed. Being

pulled forward by Darren, she felt as if her heels were flying off the ground.

"Don't worry, Elsa. We'll make our stop soon," he calmly said as if he were taking a walk in the park, not

running for his life.

Seeing the confident smile on his lips, Elsa couldn't help but stare at him curiously—it didn't seem like

he had any sense of the danger and trouble around him. 'Has he found some way to get rid of Dalton?

Or maybe…

he's just not afraid of him at all?' she wondered.

It seemed that Dalton was closing in on them, as the distance between them having been shortened to

about several dozen feet.

"Go to hell!"

With a wave of his blade, Dalton made a stroke of vital energy fly toward Darren.

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him.

"Damn it!

This bastard!"

His frustration building up, Dalton couldn't help crying out.

An hour had passed when Darren made it a hundred miles away from the Ilmen Sect.

'It's time to stop, ' he thought. Seeing them halt, Dalton was delighted, thinking that Darren was

completely out of vital energy.

"Run! Why aren't you moving?

You bastard, you're not getting away from me! Since you run so fast, I'll have to cut your legs off!"

Dalton ruthlessly shouted.

"Darren…"

Elsa wondered why he stopped so abruptly—there didn't seem to be any sign of exhaustion in his vital

energy.

In response, Darren gave her a look signaling it wasn't a good time to be asking questions. Turning to

Dalton, he said, "We're far enough away from the Ilmen Sect now. Nobody will know if I kill someone

here."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Dalton asked in confusion. Suddenly, he felt something wrong, recalling

that Darren had managed to keep hundreds of meters away from him. It was too unusual. Finally, he

figured out Darren's true intentions. "So you brought me here on purpose?"

"Yes. Finally, you got it. But it's too late. Because you're dead," Darren said, his tone as cold as ice.

"Ha! Are you kidding me? You're nothing but a pathetic loser! What makes you think you can kill me?

You couldn't scare me if you had an ambush laid out. Tell your men to come out. I'll kill them all!"

Having fought Darren twice and winning the battles easily, Dalton was rather confident that he would

win again this time.

"Dalton, don't be so stupid! Since Darren had no idea he would meet you today, how could he have set

an ambush so far away from Ilmen Sect?

You idiot!

He brought you out here to kill you." A disdainful voice came from a man who seemed to have

suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the three.

"Jerome! Are you stalking me?"

As Dalton asked in horror, his face turned pale.

Getting a closer look at the strange man, Darren recognized him as well. It so happened to be the very

man who was titled the most talented disciple of the School of Arrow Skill. When Darren was in the Life

and Death Valley, this man managed to shoot him stealthily with his arrow.

Though Darren had an inkling that there was another person following them apart from Dalton, he

didn't expect it to be Jerome. Still in the dark about why Jerome was there, Darren decided to watch

and see what would happen before doing anything.

"Jerome, is this guy your friend? Are you going to side with him and fight against me?"

It was rather worrying for Dalton. If Jerome decided to help Darren, he wouldn't stand a chance.

"No," Jerome answered without hesitation. "I don't care if you'll kill him or not," he continued.

"Then why did you follow me?"

At that point, Dalton was certain something was wrong.

"Nothing special. You were being too arrogant lately and I wanted to teach you a lesson. But I never

expected to find you hunting him. I didn't want to miss a good fight, so here I am," Jerome said, leaning

into Dalton's ear smugly.

Only now did Darren know that Jerome's target was Dalton, not him. Dalton saw Darren by accident, so

the three of them met here.

"Jerome, I've never offended you before. Can we talk after I get rid of this guy?" Dalton started,

sounding worried.

Worrying that Jerome might attack him, Dalton began to discuss with him. And he was ready to

apologize to Jerome after killing off Darren—he would find someone to avenge him when he returned

to the School of Blade Skill.

"Okay, no problem," Jerome answered with a shrug. "I never liked the guy, anyway. He's almost as

arrogant as you. But I don't think you're a match for him."

"Bullshit!" Dalton couldn't hold back a loud curse. But the moment he saw irritation flash across

Jerome's face, he immediately shifted his attitude and said, "Jerome, don't look down on me. I'll show

you how I can kill this guy in one move."

A snort was all Jerome offered in response. Having reached the Mysterious Realm, he could sense that

there was a powerful vital energy fluctuation in Darren's body, so he didn't believe what Dalton said.

Without saying another word, he crossed his arms and watched with much interest.

"Have a taste of my new skill! Wildish Dragon Blade! Chop!"

Suddenly, Dalton was surrounded by powerful vital energy. He used his most powerful skill, trying to

take Darren out in one move.

"Darren, watch out!" Elsa couldn't help but cry out.

Her face turned pale in shock—the attack was so powerful that she doubted Darren would be able to

dodge it, regardless of how strong he was.

To her surprise, Darren didn't even need to dodge it. After gently pushing her out of the way, he waved

his sword toward his opponent.

'Wow… very few people in the Spirit Realm can resist Dalton's attacks, ' Jerome thought in surprise.

Despite being only eighteen years old, Dalton had already reached such a high cultivation level—

Jerome could already tell that he would become his powerful rival in the future once the boy made it to

the Mysterious Realm.

But in a single moment, he realized he was wrong.

'How could the swordsmanship be that powerful?' It was astonishing, to say the least, when Jerome

saw the countless sword shadows in the air, emanating overwhelming force.

With such a sight in front of him, Jerome realized that the man, even younger than Dalton, would

become the most powerful person of the Spirit Realm.