Nobilis of War

Chapter 33 The Unexpected Trouble (Part Three)

"How does that feel, huh?" Darren barked down on him. "Let's see if you dare to speak malicious

remarks about others again," he continued menacingly as he carried on sending his fist down to the

man. His mind was swirling with contempt towards the man. Each strike he dealt was loaded with his

power and his deep grudge.

"Help! Darren is killing me!" the man shouted out in a strangled cry. Fear took hold of his heart and his

body vibrated violently in pain as he cried out for his life.

"Shut the hell up!" Darren shouted at him. He hadn't let out all his fury. Not yet. He grabbed a handful of

gravel from the ground and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

The torture did not end there. Upon blocking his mouth with the gravel, Darren violently shoved his fist

into the man's mouth.

As his fist landed, both Darren and Shawn heard the distinct sound of the man's teeth cracking. The hit

was so powerful that it would have sent anyone howling. The man wasn't able to bear it and as a result

of the pain, he went out like a light.

Shawn was left speechless as he watched the violent scene unfold, his eyes wide open in

astonishment. He had not expected Darren to be so merciless and cruel. He started to regret having

challenged him just a while ago.

Seeing that the man had already blacked out, Darren stopped his strikes. "I did tell you to shut up," he

mumbled, then quickly averted his eyes from the man's disfigured face. He turned his gaze towards

Shawn who was still standing in a trance-like state.

"Now, it's your turn," Darren said in a cold gravelly voice. Despite the fact that Shawn was already

cowering in fear inside his mind, his haughtiness was not making it easy for him to concede. "You son

of a bitch! You think that you can frighten me that easily? You'll pay ten times over for what you've done

to my friend, and I swear it won't be pleasant," Shawn said, trying to hide his fear.

With all the confrontations he had had with people like Shawn, Darren had learned not to take threats

like these to heart. "Well, if you say so, I can only guarantee that you'll end up worse than him." He

sneered as he looked fixedly into Shawn's eyes. A fight was doomed to happen. Gathering all his vital

energy into his hands, Darren charged towards his opponent without hesitation. The force of the vital

energy was so powerful that it left Shawn stagger backwards.

Grabbing this opportune moment, Darren dealt dozens of strikes at Shawn even before he had the

chance to stand up on his feet.

However, being at the same stage as Darren, Shawn was able to withstand his blows using his own

vital energy.

With a rumbling sound, the vital energy blow that Darren had sent towards him exploded into flames.

Tasting his first success boosted both his confidence and his strength. He felt like he could handle

Darren.

"You are indeed a crippled bastard. I bet that three punches at most are all it takes for me to finish you,"

he taunted. Now that he had seen that Darren didn't hold much advantage over himself, he began to

feel more relaxed and beamed with delight.

Just as Darren was about to protest, Shawn suddenly released his vital energy and struck back at him.

The impact forced Darren to retreat a few steps back to regain his footing.

It was in this moment that Darren started to feel the two internal forces clashing inside his body again.

The pain had started to resurface and it grew unbearable as he continued to block Shawn's vital

energy.

In his current state, now was hardly the time for fighting for Darren. He hastily unsheathed his sword.

"Just leave now before I kill you!" he exclaimed.

However, his words had the opposite effect that he hoped to achieve. As Shawn just grew bolder, no

doubt convinced that Darren was just bluffing. "It seems you have too much confidence in yourself. I

really want to know what tricks you can do with that toy of yours," Shawn snorted out. "Anyway, I don't

think that anyone would blame me if I kill you. Even more so, Elsa and the elder would most likely be

thanking me for eliminating this burden for them," he stated. Shawn acted as if he was the one who

was in charge with whether Darren lived or not. He felt completely in control of the situation and he was

confident that Darren was in no way on par with him in terms of strength.

His hand settled over to the hilt of his sword as he took a fighting stance. "Today I will end your lousy

and disgraceful life!" he declared with conviction. He leapt up and aimed his sword straight at Darren.

Darren hurriedly lifted his sword and put the second move of the Profound Nine Sword Skills he had

just learned into action.

"Taste my Shadowless Stab!" Darren uttered. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as the sword skill had been activated, streaks of blinding light began to emanate from it, filling

up every corner of the room. Darren waved the mighty sword over at Shawn and the streaks of light

began to change its shape into dozens of swords made of light that looked sharp enough to pierce

through anything.

Shawn, who was rushing towards Darren, sensed the danger a little too late for him to be able to dodge

the attack.

The streaks of light pierced through him all over his body and blood sputtered out.

"So terrible..." Shawn breathlessly whispered just as a ray of light cut through his neck like lightning

hitting a tree.

Darren, suddenly felt a jolting pain inside his body. A fountain of blood spritzed out of his mouth as he

fell to the ground.