Absolute Double Power
Verse-7
"Run, Hua Zu!" jia Lin shouted between the ambush of two men in ninja uniforms.
Nimbly Jieru lunged towards them, leaping over the dining table while pulling his two thunder daggers from behind his back, then landed lightly without leaving a sound.
In the next instant, he threw the two daggers across the room and two men in ninja uniforms bounced against the wall behind Grandpa Ghou.
The dagger returned to Jieru and dexterously, it catapulted its body five feet from the floor surface and threw back its two daggers with a twisting kick in the air.
SLASHY!
SLASHY!
The two daggers again grazed towards the other two men.
JLB!
JLB!
The two daggers successfully threw two more people.
Either because of his special dagger, or his extraordinary abilities.
The little dagger was actually able to throw a thousand times the weight of it than its size.
Hua Zu froze in place without blinking.
Everything happens in slow motion. Hua Zu could see what was going on, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"CAMEILII!" Grandpa Ghou yelled towards Hua Zu and pushed him towards the door.
Some men finally realized Hua Zu's departure and immediately darted towards the door past Grandpa Ghou with the aerokinesis-science ability to lighten the body.
They are definitely not simple, Jieru thought.
Such abilities were lacking for ordinary fighters except for witches and spiritual experts.
Jieru is not of the second type but mastered aerokinesis thanks to his genius in digesting the scriptures of the god of light and uncovering the secrets hidden behind the parable.
Jieru darted towards the door while hurling the other five sicae towards them simultaneously in a speed that was hard to detect.
Three people slumped and fell while the other two bounced like they were hit by a storm.
Hua Zu managed to escape and splashed across the back yard towards the fields.
Seven others charged towards Jieru and pounced on him with katana blasphemies.
Jieru spontaneously banged his body in a kayang position to dodge the sword slash, then swept out a twisting kick on the ground surface.
Two people were stranded while a number of others lunged from various directions.
"They're not human!" grandpa Ghou's shout roared from the corner of the room while wriggling to fend off the attack just by relying on the speed of his feet.
Jieru heard the scream but there was nothing he could do but keep moving to survive.
"THEY CAN'T DIE!" Grandpa Ghou shouted again, louder than before.
"Then we can't die either!" jieru said without thinking. It bounced off its body, trying to catapult itself even higher up and salted in the air to escape the encirclement.
Immediately the attackers split up and in an instant had already surrounded him again.
"Nongmom!" Grandpa Ghou shouted at him again.
"Can we talk later?" jieru shouted as he wriggled between the siege of a number of swords. "Don't you see I'm a little busy?"
"Can anyone help me?" jia Lin's cry interrupted them. The woman was already pressed in the other corner of the room, opposite Grandpa Ghou, trying to resist the attack just by using the door bars she had obtained arbitrarily.
Grandfather Ghou turned to Jia Lin as he tossed one of his legs up past his head to fend off the opponent's attack. "Don't you see I'm a little busy?" it was on Jia Lin.
Hua Zu did not wait to see what happened then. He continued to run across the tall grass, his two trembling knees weighing down his steps.
His canvas shoes slipped on the grass. Then he stumbled, but quickly got up again and ran as fast as he could.
Noisily thumping sounds from his home were still heard when he reached the fields. But he didn't stop or just look around to make sure that no one was chasing him.
Entering the forbidden forest.
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Time pass…
Zhu Hua Zu's…
And Zhou Hua Zu…
Never to come back.
Everyone has forgotten them!
Fifteen years later…
Thirty years already, Emperor Tio Bing led the Luojii people in the Zhujia wilderness.
The land of Zhujia is dying.
Drought everywhere. Famine runs rampant.
The collection of tribute increased drastically.
The screams of the people of Yuoji among the thumping and crackling sounds blared from time to time every time the emperor's emissaries came to smash into the homes of the citizens and prank their possessions.
The women cry…
The children were hiding trembling…
The men endured blow after blow helplessly…
The streets in the suburbs always looked dull covered in dust.
The villages were immersed in a tranquility that occult— more resembled tension than tranquility.
Entering the center of the city everyone will be treated to a sad view of the walls that have collapsed and perforated, through the gaping cracks, through the walls, form a kind of background of the skeletons of buildings and empty spaces.
Anyone's heart would be crushed to see how severe the real destruction of Zhujia was.
However, despite the damage seen everywhere, in every place, people kept moving quickly and busily, avoiding the pile of ruins and collapsed buildings, he said, like a herd of ants obeying orders and following a preset flow, without caring about obstacles.
Time and again the flickering of the light on the side of the road - it felt like wings were flapping rapidly - but it seemed to be coming from the same people every day, the same dark silhouette, the same, the same coat that was draped over their shoulders, the same caping on their heads.
Everywhere there are street shops, stalls selling medicine, cosmetics, cloths, jian bing mounds and various sweets, donkey carts loaded with various goods.
The people who served the spiritual stone exchange took the money bags from under their robes, counting the dull, blackened silver tails.
And now, nonchalantly, the women with shabby samfoo were busy shopping, counting the silver taels in their no less shabby money bags, or waiting for the carriage by the roadside, or waiting for the carriage, as if immersed in their daily tasks, as if normal people live in the suburbs under the slavery of other nations.
Be a dog in your own country!
While the elders in the Guardian Spirit Hall tried to maintain a fragile peace, the elders of the indigenous people again prayed to their ancestor god to free the land of Zhujia from Luoji.
On the contrary, Luoji had actually brought death to them.
Till…
There came the Mi Sai Ya, the healer called Nephilim. The mysterious head of the light sect. Some call him a god healer. Some call it Hua Zu.
Along with that…
Every day, there was a rebellion by a group of indigenous youth against the Luoji government to bring about the freedom of the land of Zhujia. Not only do they kill. And one of the most famous is…
Zu Hua!