Chapter 39: Minotaur Battle Slave

Boom…

At the critical moment, Hu Feng forcibly blocked the sharp sword of the black-robed swordsman with his pen. The black light condensed at the tip of the pen exploded instantly.

In an instant, like a suppressed volcano erupting, a terrifying shockwave burst forth, carrying an extremely cold mist of death. The black-robed swordsman retreated three steps, while Hu Feng felt his tiger’s jaw go numb. The cold Dark Magic Pen almost slipped from his hand; after being shaken back, he slammed heavily into a Withered Wood General and spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the tough tree roots were eroded layer by layer, rotting and vaporizing. A crack appeared in the Withered Wood Cage cast by the four Withered Wood Generals.

“Not bad. You’ve only cultivated to the Low-rank Magician realm, yet you can block ten percent of my attack. You are much more power ful than many Great Magicians!” The black-robed swordsman inserted his sharp sword back into the scabbard in a reverse grip. The intense killing intent dissipated instantly. He looked at Hu Feng not far away with appreciation and continued, “To be able to cultivate Dark Magic to this extent is not simple. Since when did those old fellows in Yinfeng City teach such a disciple?”

This was only ten percent of his attack?

Hu Feng’s face turned stern. He didn’t expect the opponent’s strength to be even more powerful than he had imagined. A Sword Saint is indeed a Sword Saint, many times stronger than a Grand Swordsman, who is one realm lower. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said, “Your strength is very strong, but unfortunately, your judgment is not. I don’t know any Yinfeng City, and I am certainly not a disciple of those so-called old fellows!”

Hu Feng spoke slowly, neither humble nor arrogant, secretly recovering from his injuries and accumulating Magic Power.

The black-robed swordsman’s sword had not only almost shaken the Dark Magic Pen out of his hand but also severely injured his body. Traces of blood seeped from the pores all over his body. Under the powerful impact, his meridians were almost snapped inch by inch. The Magic Crystal and Soul Crystal, which were originally just a group of phantoms, became even dimmer and floated unsteadily, as if they would dissipate at any moment, and his Magic Power was exhausted. Although a crack had appeared in the Withered Wood Cage, after being injured, he didn’t even have the strength to teleport out. His hands holding Ophelia trembled weakly.

Even at the moment he was shaken away, he tightly protected the unconscious Ophelia in his arms, not letting her suffer the slightest harm!

“You don’t even know Yinfeng City?”

The black-robed swordsman was stunned. Looking at Hu Feng, who was all alone, he suddenly realized, “No wonder. I was wondering why I couldn’t see a single powerful Undead Creature. If it were an expert from Yinfeng City, they probably would have summoned a few Fourteenth Step Skeleton Dragons to assist them before even making a move. Upon seeing a trapped member of the Angel Squad, let alone rescuing them, it would be good enough if they didn’t kick them while they were down. Good, very good. Young man, tell me, what is your name?”

Yinfeng City and the Divine Court had always been incompatible. Every time they met, the Yinfeng Squad and the Angel Squad would fight until one side died. Originally, seeing Hu Feng rescue a White-robed Priestess with firm beliefs, the black-robed swordsman was already very strange. Seeing Hu Feng personally deny being from Yinfeng City, he became even more interested in his identity. Aside from the group of old monsters who had cultivated for ten thousand years in Yinfeng City, he really couldn’t think of anyone else on the continent who could teach such an outstanding disciple of Dark Magic.

“Hu Feng!”

Hu Feng’s answer was concise. He secretly accelerated the recovery of the injuries in his body. Wisps of cold Death Aura seeped into his body through the cracks of the Withered Wood Cage.

“Hu Feng? Good, very good, I will remember this name!” The black-robed swordsman grabbed at the void with his right hand and collected the four Withered Wood Generals into his Demon Hunter Card. “I didn’t expect such an outstanding genius to appear in the Wasteland. He’s already so powerful at the Low-rank Magician realm; if he cultivates to the Saint of Magic realm, how incredible would that be? Truly something to look forward to! Unfortunately, I am in a hurry to rush to Saintess Peak to seize the Dark Heavenly Book, otherwise…”

The black-robed swordsman had a great interest in the method and speed Hu Feng used to cast Magic. Hu Feng’s strength was not much, but after wandering the continent for so many years, he had never seen a Magician with such unique attainments in Magic. He could cast profound high-rank Magic just by writing a few simple Runes, without needing a Magic Staff or chanting long, awkward incantations. Once such a genius cultivated to the Saint of Magic realm, how terrifying would he be?

“This drop of Crystal Marrow is for you to heal your injuries. Take this Demon Hunter Card as well. Wandering in the Wasteland, fighting alone is not feasible.” The black-robed swordsman took out a crystal bottle and a pitch-black Demon Hunter Card, threw them over with one hand, then turned and drifted away. He came quickly and left quickly; in the blink of an eye, only a small dot remained. “Young man, remember, my name is Hei Mu. After you cultivate to the Saint of Magic realm, you can find me at Black Horn. At that time, we will have a hearty battle!”

The black-robed swordsman vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving no traces or aura behind, as if he had never appeared.

Dark Heavenly Book?

Hu Feng muttered to himself. His heart was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, unable to calm down for a long time.

According to Ovisis’s memory, the Dark Heavenly Book could be said to be the oldest and most powerful Divine Artifact of the Dark Series, recording the most powerful Dark Magic. It could instantly seal even the most powerful enemies. It was said that in the ancient times, it was struck down by the main god of the Angel Kingdom and turned into a treasure, suppressed in an unknown corner. Whoever could obtain this treasure would become a true Undead Supreme, controlling the fate of all Undead in the world!

“Saintess Peak, Dark Heavenly Book…”

After a long while, Hu Feng swallowed the Crystal Marrow in the bottle in one gulp and resolutely made up his mind.

Crystal Marrow was the essence of Crystals. A single drop contained majestic energy, more precious than thousands or tens of thousands of Top-grade Crystals. A mineral vein could hardly brew a single drop in thousands of years. Upon obtaining this drop of Crystal Marrow, Hu Feng understood that the black-robed swordsman had no malice. He penetrated it with his Divine Sense, and after confirming there were no problems, he swallowed it in one mouthful. With the influx of a large amount of energy, the injuries in his body recovered rapidly. The dim Magic Crystal and Soul Crystal also solidified, even surpassing their state before the injury, breaking through to the peak of the Fourth Step Magician.

A tiny drop of Crystal Marrow was worth a hundred years of bitter cultivation!

“Hmm, it is also time to tame powerful wild creatures and explore and fight together!”

Hu Feng attached the top-tier Demon Hunter Card given by the black-robed swordsman to his wrist. The Dark Wings on his back flapped gently, and he disappeared with Ophelia in his arms, leaving the gloomy Teuton Valley.

After witnessing the terror of the four Withered Wood Generals, he deeply realized the strategic significance of the Demon Hunter Card. Sometimes, there was simply no time to summon distant troops. At critical moments, even if the Lich Legion was powerful, it would be useless. On the contrary, if the Demon Hunter Card he carried with him sealed a few powerful wild creatures, summoning them out could seize the initiative and turn the tide of battle in one fell swoop!

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“Kill, kill!”

“Kill him, tear him to pieces, kill!”

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A fierce fight was taking place in an underground square in Cold Moon City. A group of bloodthirsty and crazy ogres madly attacked a tall and burly Minotaur, rushing forward one after another. Every time an ogre fell, there was one more shocking wound on the Minotaur’s body. He was covered in blood and struggled to hold on, while the people watching around shouted and cheered.

Underground Arena!

Bloody, barbaric, and crazy—these were the common points of every Underground Arena. The bloodier the scene, the crazier the Demon Hunters and nobles who had placed bets became. Once in the arena, even the strongest gladiator would fall one day; this was their fate!

After chopping a berserk ogre in two with an axe, the Minotaur Udely suddenly trembled all over. A severe pain came from his chest. He lowered his head and saw that his chest had been pierced by a pitch-black sharp wooden stick. Blood and vitality flowed out in large quantities, and his body swayed, about to fall. Looking up and seeing the remaining ogres pouncing viciously, a strong sense of powerlessness rose in his heart. With a loud “bang”, the back of his head was hit by a huge wooden stick, and he crashed to the ground. Before losing consciousness, the corner of his eye caught a ray of sunlight shining into the underground square, and a tear of regret involuntarily flowed from the corner of his eye.

A long, long time ago, when he was still a small Minotaur, he looked forward to the outside world every day. The sunlight on the ground, to him who lived deep underground all year round, seemed so brilliant and beautiful. So, one day, while his tribesmen were out hunting, he quietly walked out alone. Unexpectedly, the outside world was even darker than the depths of the underground. Before he could see enough of the sunlight outside, he was captured and brought to the Underground Arena, becoming a battle slave allowed to be slaughtered like an ant.

“I want to go home, go home…”

The Minotaur Udely muttered to himself. The familiar Underground World appeared in his mind: Fire Fluorite, Pillar of Flame, crisscrossing Underground Passages… everything was so familiar, as if he had returned to the hometown he had dreamed of a thousand times, returning to the carefree childhood. Vaguely, he seemed to hear a familiar sound of crying.