Chapter 207 – Grudges (II)

Chapter 207

Grudges (II)

“Why are you doing this?!”

A panicked cry broke out just a moment before a booming explosion tore open a hole in the wall of a small hamlet residing deep within the forest.

A figure flew out like a cannonball, burning through the trees in their path and demolishing them all one by one for almost a mile before they finally came to a halt. The original building cracked further out and collapsed fully, kicking up a storm of dust and debris; from it, a silhouette emerged, walking rather slowly.

Before long, the face of a rather handsome and young man broke through the dust, his expression cold and distant. A stir of Qi emerged, and he vanished, as though swallowed by the world, appearing a mile forward through the demolished forest, stopping above the sorry figure embedded in the side of a jagged and cracked boulder.

It was a rather sorry sight, with blood pouring out like a river from every-which-where, and the robes the figure was wearing now being but a few stray bundles of cloth. The skin was torn up to the bone and organs in so many places that it would make even those with iron stomachs feel nauseous at least for a moment.

The man coughed, spraying forth blood quite violently, the eyes just barely opening.

“W-why…” he barely mustered a single sound through the violent coughs.

“Why? You have the audacity to ask me why?” The man looming over him grinned, crouching down and shoving a small, round pill into the lying man’s mouth; mere moments later, the wounds began to heal at an accelerated rate until the disfigured face regained its own original handsomeness. He looked young, just barely in his thirties, with sharp eyes and eyebrows; yet, within the former was only terror and confusion. “You’ve hidden like the rodent that you are… but you should have run. You should have run to the ends of the world just to buy yourself a few more days.”

“A-are you from the Holy Lands? I–I have wealth! Any-anything you want, just name it, and it’s yours!”

“Holy Lands?” Elder Qin felt his anger bubble back up yet again; his fingers curled into a fist, forcing him to take a deep breath just to barely calm down. “No, I’m not.”

“T-then… who are you?! Why are you doing this?!”

Elder Qin looked down at the pathetic man on the verge of tears–no, he was crying by now–with a level of derision he hadn’t felt toward another person in a long time. This was the fabled Sect Master of the Fire Sun Sect? The man whose name shook the Innominate Edge for so long, and the only person who could contend against Spirit Sage?

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… how?

No, more importantly–why? Why was the world so unfair as to give garbage like this any talent, let alone an eclipsing one?

“It was supposed to be a tournament,” Elder Qin said. “Within regulations. Even if we lost, I could have lived with it. But you… you took in outsiders, led them to our doorstep, and set my home on fire. And you are asking me why I’m doing this? Revenge. The oldest and purest of motives.”