The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 57 - Weakness and Strength
Jiazhen Yan's mother spun in the air holding the bamboo, her feet flapping the enemy's head in a crushing manner. The strongest kick hit the blood quite a lot, but not only did he pull his legs up and then unhindered to make his son sit down, face down and mouth bleed.
"You're losing."
An hour before ...
Jiazhen Yan forgot something about the woman, he was the first creator of ice powder. One of the most unique poison arts that ever existed and was created using the original power of his own body.
Because it was so rare to see his mother using poison powder Jiazhen Yan was not wary of the attack that had already escaped his sight. From the very beginning he had already inhaled the poison powder and within the next hour his strength was reduced by eighty percent. It would be even worse if he did not immediately break away, there was a chance that his life would not survive as his entire inner power point would break apart. If that happens for good Jiazhen Yan must leave her way as a warrior in the martial world.
Despite facing the greatest swordsman though he will not be able to struggle if faced with the deadly style of his mother. The few spots on Jiazhen Yan's body had been temporarily switched off, meaning she was unable to use such power.
The woman stepped three treads, her voice greeting with cunning intonation.
"I also saw your memory ... A demon? You trust your friend so much? Didn't you swear you wouldn't conspire with the people who've brought you down?"
"... He does make me angry, stupid to the core of the earth, stubborn, poor, a lot of talk, alive again. But he's different. He has a demon inside him just like me. Even the devil knows where his own brother is."
Jiazhen Yan advanced with strength remaining within him, pure fire coming out from both fists of his hands. He smashed his hands into the ground filled with dry leaves and instantly the surroundings caught fire. The fire ate the leaves, his mother jumped in the air and instantly stood on the thin young bamboo. Stable without moving.
Jiazhen Yan bled from his mouth.
The sword eyes touched his chin, forcing Jiazhen Yan's face to look up at the increasingly wild eyes with the dense killer air.
"The necklace was his gift, wasn't it?"
That person suddenly picked up the necklace on Jiazhen Yan's neck, the young man rebelled and in the end his body collapsed to his knees.
"Give back the bastard, you're playing too far. My family's business is not your right to mix it up!"
That growl was the last warning from Jiazhen Yan, her face seemed to harbor a heightened emotional turmoil from time to time.
"I happen to want to say it" he said, and in a moment his face was very serious. "You may not know who I am yet but I can assure you, the friend you believe is the real devil. Not a demon like you. Eyes ... Blood ... His horns and everything he had had had a high price."
"He became the 'Golden Hunt' in the eyes of black market businessmen. And this necklace ..."
He hung the necklace, moved to the left right and finally stopped shortly afterwards. There was no voice from Jiazhen Yan but it was seen she still nurtured resentment in her eyes.
"I snatched it from a group of dead travelers and sold it to the black market. Your mother bought it from me at a high price. I know very well about this necklace, it has two diamond eyes as white as snow. One more jewel has been taken."
Then the man threw it beside the numb Jiazhen Yan. The Illusory Mist started to strangle him. His breathing sounded heavy, his mouth letting out a cold white smoke coming from the ice powder he inhaled.
"I'll kill you fucking!" cry Jiazhen Yan was extremely annoyed, the figure drew a smile and let out a condescending laugh. And what happened next was that the man jumped and spun just holding on to the bamboo and attacked Jiazhen Yan until he was unconscious.
"What a poor boy," he whispered, his face and body changed to its original form - a 30-year-old man with a thin mustache and narrow eyes. He walked closer about to carry the young man but his steps were intercepted when he found a silhouette of a dark shadow from within the white mist appearing. The little shadow started to grow and finally stopped, as Jiazhen Yan had done.
"Oh, his friend has come."
He clearly remembered who the figure was after diving into Jiazhen Yan's memories. A bitter smile is visible. Xue Zhan was completely unaffected by the Illusory Fog.
"W-what?" it was a murmur that only he could hear himself. So far no one has never been caught in his mouthpiece, once again he stared at the young man. The one who is consumed by illusions is the one who keeps the darkness in his heart.
But the young man did not. There was darkness in his heart but there was also a light shining down.
"People who have no weaknesses? It's gonna be pretty hard."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, "Give back the demon, we don't have to fight if we don't have to."
"You really don't have the people you love?" Instead he ignored Xue Zhan's words and was still in question in his own head.
Xue Zhan was silent for a moment before replying, "I have people I care about, but there is a time when letting go of them is the only option to make them happy. I will stick to my path and pledge my oath."
"You are a selfish demon. You could've sacrificed your friends and let them die for your cause."
Xue Zhan laughed briefly.
"We can see thousands of people passing by in front, but when we close our eyes, we'll just be alone." He continued, "But I've sworn not to kill innocent humans. If there's anything to sacrifice, then it's my life."
Free to argue, the man did not find a single meeting point that explained the identity of the devil. He prepared with his manager.
"You are a demon. I'll make sure I keep you in hell forever."
"Beware of slipping, you'll plunge into hell, not me."
His reply made the man clench his hard teeth until his jawbone was imprinted on his face, a moment later Xue Zhan and the Illusory Mist user fought.
The first second the man was quite superior but he could no longer cope with the Illusory Mist and ended up releasing the technique to store his inner power. Unfortunately it made Xue Zhan lucky, his sight that had been interrupted was saved.
Whether it was just his feelings or not, those red eyes had shone. Xue Zhan advanced to the side, leaves fluttering with the wind as well as splashes of blood coming from the man's back.
In terms of martial power Xue Zhan was much more proficient than the illusionary skill users, they had weaker physiques.
The man spat out blood, his hand holding a chest torn by a slash coiled around his chest. He fell down until he finally died on his stomach.
"Now look who's asking for help. Is it true that the King transported his people? Where are your concubines and followers, Lord King?" xue Zhan sneered, momentarily looking at a necklace he had seen a few days ago, keeping it in his pocket. Despite the nagging she still helped Jiazhen Yan to get away from there.
His eyes looked back at the enemy's body, looking down at the man's words.
"I will not make them my weakness, for they are the source of my strength, the reason that I will live and fight until my last breath." His mind was fixed on the old brother and brother who thought of him as family, smiling little.