Chapter 138 Left Guardian
“What’s that?” William knew a bit about medicine, but he had never heard of any body–tempering technique.
“It’s something the Perouvians came up with. It allows them to strengthen their bodies to an extreme degree. Back in the days of the Rosvlen Empire, only the top nobles had the privilege to master this.”
Interested, William asked, “So the Perouvians have their take on martial arts too?”
Miquella smiled. “Don’t underestimate anyone, lad. Every race has its own specialty. Not only do the Perouvians have body–tempering skills, but they also have skills that can temper the mind. They too have Warrior Kings and Martial Gods among them.” Solemnly, he said, “If you ever run into any Perouvian fighters, do not underestimate them,”
“I understand.” William nodded.
Miquella taught him the technique. There were twelve sets of movements, each corresponding to two hours. William would have to change sets every two hours, and there was a mnemonic to go with it too.
William had great visual memory, and he memorized the whole thing after seeing it twice. He then started practicing and infusing the mnemonic into it too. He started looking inside himself and realized that these movements were actually pretty hard the moment he started practicing them. If it weren’t for the Holy Fist, he couldn’t have easily pulled these movements off.
When he practiced the moves, he realized that some of his Qi would flow into a part of his body by force and strengthen the meridians. Whoa. This thing is more than meets the eye. It’s already showing effect.
It only took William an hour to learn all twelve sets, much to Miquella’s surprise. Back in his days, it took him days to do that. He’s at least a few dozen times faster than I was, Miquella looked at the time. “It’s time to go to Deadgod Temple.”
William nodded, and he drove them to the temple. Deadgod Temple was an ancient temple in Halivaara. It was closed down a few years ago for renovation, so no one was ever here.
A middle–aged man was in the temple, sitting in a chair in the main hall. Standing behind him was the statue of a deity.
A young man in his thirties stood before him, and he respectfully said, “Left Guardian, the one we have to fight today is a Divine Realm Master. I need your help in case he beats me.”
The middle–aged man said, “You did the right thing, Mr. Yansten. Being prepared for a foe you know nothing about is important.”
Mr. Yansten looked at the time. “They’re almost here.”
The hum of an engine rang out across the air, and two men walked into the temple. Mr. Yansten sneered and exited the hall, then stared at William. “So, you’re William?”
“Yes. You’re the one who called me?”
Mr. Yansten said darkly, “You have guts, I’ll give you that. And you even brought a friend to die with you.”
Miquella stayed silent. This man was nothing but a Divine Realm Master. He wasn’t worth Miquella’s time.
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“Please, you think you can beat both of us?” William stepped ahead. “Going after my family is unforgivable.”
Mr. Yansten sneered. “Don’t worry. Your mother and sister will die soon.”
The ground rumbled, and William lashed out at Mr. Yansten. Shocked, he quickly moved back, barely evading the deadly kick, but then William’s first rained down on him. The Holy Fists slammed into Mr. Yansten like bullets, and it took Mr. Yansten all he had just to defend himself.
Three blows later, Mr. Yansten’s arms felt like they were filled with lead, and it shocked him.
Suddenly, William stepped backward and looked at Mr. Yansten as if he was already dead.
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Mr. Yansten was still wary of his enemy, but he said, “You’re a decent fighter, but you’re still done for.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” said William.
Mr. Yansten sneered. “I have the cult’s Guardian with me. No matter how powerful you are, you can’t win against an Innate Realm Master.”
William started counting. “One, two….”
Furious, Mr. Yansten roared, “What are you doing?”
“Five, six, seven
At the count of ten, Mr. Yansten’s eyes turned crimson, and he had difficulty breathing. He was even starting to cough. “What did you do to me?”
“Crimson Finger. I trust you know what that means,” said William.
Terrified, Mr. Yansten shouted, “Save me, Guardian!”
A silhouette lashed out at William, but he stopped halfway through and stared at Miquella as if he had seen a ghost. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he started to shiver.
Calmly, Miquella looked at him. “Your master is the Black Misfortune, I presume?”
The Guardian gulped. “Yes, and I am George Letsam, Left Guardian of the Skygod Cult. Greetings, Warrior King
Miquella sneered. “You guys are getting bolder. Your men attacked my junior’s family.”
Shocked, George said, “This is a misunderstanding. We wouldn’t have done that if we had known he was your junior,”
“Still, it doesn’t change the fact you attacked his family, so kill yourself.”
George took a few steps back. With a trembling voice, he said, “If you know my master, then can you have mercy on me for his sake?”
Miquella harrumphed. “He’s not that important.”
Suddenly, George leaped into the air and tried to run away, but a flash of light flew through the air, and his head was cut off. His body fell to the ground with a thud.
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Chapter 138 Left Guardian
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William was shocked. He saw Miquella’s sword fly into the air and cut George’s head down before flying back into Miquella’s sleeve.
Mr. Yansten was horrified, but he couldn’t say a word. His blood was starting to freeze at a blistering rate, and his face turned purple. He fell, and half a minute later, he died.
Miquelle said. “Search this guy. He was an Innate Realm Master, so he probably has some valuable items.”
William approached the corpse and searched it. Aside from some miscellaneous objects, he found a package in a hidden pocket that was sewn shut in his shirt. William tore the fabric open and took the package. It was thin, and he opened it only to find a folded map within. There were shapes of mountains and streams on it, but there were no words. Only a few spots were marked. He handed the map to Miquella. “I wonder what this is.”
“This map is probably a thousand years old,” said Miquella. “Keep it. You might find it handy someday.” An old man came into the temple and cleaned the place up without even being told to.
Worried, William said, “Will they keep coming after me? After us?”
“No. I’ll personally talk to them.”
William said sheepishly, “Sorry for causing this.”
“Eh, you have a great future ahead of you, and I’m not getting any younger. Once you get strong enough, I might even have to rely on you.” Miquella smiled.
Just then, someone hurried over to them and knelt down. “Sir, we have news. Someone found an ancient abode in Blackdrake Mountain. Skygod Cultists have taken over the place and are attempting to blast the entrance open.
Miquella’s eyes shone. “That explains why George showed up. So, they found an abode. This is great!”
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