Nobilis of War

Chapter 32 The Unexpected Trouble (Part Two)

"Um, I'm sorry? Have I done something to offend you two?" Darren asked, growing irritated. The two

young men's words were like a punch in Darren's gut. As if it wasn't already enough that he still hadn't

fully come around from the pain he suffered from his cultivation practice.

"Oh, so you mean that we are in no position to displease you? That, you're so powerful, you're

untouchable, is that it?" the one named Shawn Xu retorted, staring vindictively at Darren. A spasm of

anger swiftly passed over Darren's face, but it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. He

restrained himself, thinking it was hardly the time to whip up chaos.

However, the other guy wasn't planning on letting him go that easily. "Stop bluffing, man! I swear that if

you challenge him, I would be dragging you back to your room tonight. You would be spending the rest

of your life crippled and bedridden! Didn't you hear what they said? This guy has the strength of the

ninth stage of the Primary Realm. In no way can you stand up against him in a fight, let alone beat

him," he said, clearly trying to provoke his companion, baiting him into fighting Darren for his own Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

entertainment. The atmosphere in the room grew tense.

"I'm going to fuck you up, ninth stage!" Shawn Xu barked with fury, falling right into his companion's

trap. "You're nothing more than a despicable, weak bastard. I'm the real genius here," he continued.

Darren knew that Shawn did have a point in some respects. Just because he reached the ninth stage

didn't mean that he was superior to Shawn in strength by default. The Ilmen Sect had always had the

tradition of enlisting disciples who were at least at the sixth stage. Newly enlisted members all worked

as attendant disciples and were trained in the cultivation skills until they got nominated as formal

disciples once they reached the age of seventeen.

As the Ilmen Sect was large and famous, it had much more master resources than any other sects in

the area and needless to say, the disciples of the Ilmen Sect were also a lot stronger than those from

the other sects. It was said that their strengths were practically comparable to that of the ninth stage of

the Primary Realm.

From the domineering, haughty tone of Shawn, Darren sensed that his strength should not be

overlooked. But in his current depressed state, he didn't want to be pestered by anyone. He just

wanted to be left alone. "Can you just leave? I don't want to make any trouble. Please just leave me

alone," Darren said impatiently.

Hearing the request infuriated Shawn even more. "You bastard! What if I want to make trouble? Did

you know that because of your idiocy today, Elsa had to be punished by our master? She's grounded

for three months because of what you did, you son of a bitch! I won't get to see her for three entire

months because of you. I wouldn't be able to sleep well if I don't get to vent out this hatred on to you,"

he said through gritted teeth. It all became clear to Darren now, why Shawn had shown up, why he

didn't want to leave Darren alone, why he had been acting so agitated – he was one of the many men

who held affection for Elsa.

The other guy continued to add more fuel to Shawn's anger and incite more resentment towards

Darren. "Wow Shawn, since when did you become so wordy? Are you sure you have the guts to

challenge this crippled piece of shit?" he abetted as he grinned maniacally at Shawn.

Shawn's face turned a deep shade of red in anger over his companion's provocation. "Shut your dirty

mouth up if you don't want to be kicked in the ass! Don't forget that you are only at the eighth stage of

the Primary Realm and I can just wallop you to death easily if I wish," he barked.

Noting that a fight was definitely in the cards, the other man's face was contorted with pleasure. "No,

Shawn! Please don't!" he implored, pretending to be petrified by Shawn's threats. "It just infuriates me

seeing this bastard sitting safe and sound all while knowing that Elsa has been grounded and is being

deprived of her liberty. We should really avenge her," he added.

Hearing those words made Darren even more overridden with guilt over what had happened to Elsa,

adding that to the fact that he now feared the possibility of completely losing his ability to be able to

practice his skills. Overwhelmed by his current predicaments, he was no longer able to control his

temper. "Get the hell out of here now! This is the last warning!" he finally shouted out.

Darren's outburst provided the shifty man more excuse to provoke Shawn. "Did you hear that, Shawn?

He wants you to-"

His sentence was cut off by the resounding sound of a slap.

Darren's chest violently pumped in anger. He wasn't able to tolerate the man's constant prodding any

longer. If he had to listen to one more depraved word that came out of the man's mouth, he swore he

might just throw up.

In the speed of light, he was standing next to the man.

It all happened in a flash. There was a piercing scream, and the next thing the man knew, there were

blood-red palm marks imprinted on his face accompanied by a searing pain.

"If you continue badgering me with those spiteful and disgusting words, I swear you would no longer be

able to see the light of day," Darren bellowed, fire burning in his eyes. Silence fell among them. The

man was deeply paralyzed with fear. His mouth was agape and his eyes were filled with utmost

consternation.

By this point, Darren's wrath had been completely set loose.

All the anger he had been trying to contain exploded. He started to bombard the man's chest with his

energy-charged fists. He sent out his punches, one after another until the man was slumped down to

the ground.