Nobilis of War
Chapter 96 Blood Dragon Phantom (Part One)

Several Elders gaped at Darren. They dared not believe his words, nor did they dare to deny him outright. Darren was like a divine miracle that they could not deny nor give up. "Darren, what are your odds of success if we go and distract him?"

The Elder of the School of Spear Skill stepped forward and asked Darren in a solemn voice.

"Elder Clark, you will put yourself in jeopardy if you try to distract him, you may even die. Please think twice,"

Darren said. Everyone knew in the bottom of their hearts that tangling with a Wonder Realm master was to bring about one's own destruction.

"Ha ha ha, a true man should live his life with an indomitable spirit. Why should I feel frightened if I can die with honor and dignity? I am not afraid of dying. I am happy to see a genius like you before my end," Clark said in a rich and powerful tone, causing several disciples from the School of Spear Skill to kneel down in silence as tears fell from their cheeks.

"You are a hero, Elder Clark. My odds are over fifty percent if you can break his attention from me!" With the help of Wayne's rune, Darren was quite confident he could succeed.

"Fifty percent?" It was clear on their faces that Wayne and several Elders did not believe Darren's words, though they kept their silence.

"If Darren says he is confident in defeating Simon, then I believe him wholeheartedly. Count me in on this plan!" Thomas waved his sleeve and unsheathed his long sword with a flourish.

Then, he turned to Darren and said, "I was mistaken about you before and I apologize for my actions towards you in the past. Promise me that you will take good care of Elsa if you two make it out alive. As her father, I feel that I have failed her."

As Thomas's voice broke off, tears coursed down Elsa's cheeks as she felt the emotion in his words. Of course, Darren had never hated Thomas. He knew the man was simply keen on protecting his reputation.

"Elder Thomas, please feel assured. I promise you Elsa will be safe even if I die," Darren said firmly.

"No, I don't want any of you to die." Elsa wrapped her arms around Darren and sobbed against his chest. .

"Damn you! Now that that old crock Michael cannot fight anymore, I look forward to seeing how you will struggle for your puny lives! I want you to die in unbearable pain, you insects," said the young man who came from the Holy Land. He had never been hurt like this before.

"Young master, please take revenge for my grand uncle! Kill them all!" Alan said, bowing and begging like a sycophant slave.

"Piss on your revenge! Even your grand uncle was just a worthless mutt, why should I disgrace myself to avenge a dog? You are putting your foot in your mouth. Do yourself a favor and slap yourself in the face," the young master said with despise.

Head bowed and a confused look of uncertainty and bewilderment crossed Alan's features. He did not expect to be put in such a position. Now it seemed he would never be able to become the leader of the Ilmen Sect even if Simon killed the remaining elders. The great regret in his heart turned into profound helplessness. There was nothing he could do but obey.

"Yes, young master." He slapped his own face as he whispered back.

"Hum?" The young man was still unsatisfied. "It doesn't look like you are going to admit your fault, right? Fuck you!"

He kicked Alan down as he spoke and stomped on Alan's face, bursting into malicious laughter.

Alan didn't dare move an inch. He took the blows like a broken and obedient dog receiving its master's fury.

The others sneered at Alan's behavior. 'This bastard deserves what he gets, now he is worse than a dog,' they thought. 'At least we have the integrity to fight for ourselves, although we are in danger of dying!' "Well, Simon." That young man withdrew his foot on Alan's face and said to Simon: "Break them. Don't let them die too quickly, do you understand me? You will suffer if you don't follow my command. I want them to die slowly and painfully."

"Yes, young master, I understand. I will not kill them easily, and I will let them know that living can be worse than death!" Simon dashed toward the Shield Dome as he finished his words.

The Shield Dome could counteract dispersed vital energy, but it couldn't stop people from getting in. Simon easily broke through the protective layer and darted at the nearest disciple of Ilmen Sect. Simon stretched out his hand casually and pinched the arm of the disciple. With a quick snap, the arm broke off, tumbling away in a trail of blood.

"Brother!" A man beside that disciple immediately knelt and cried out, "Please spare my brother's life. We are from a remote town. We came to the Ilmen Sect to learn martial skills. We have never offended you, please spare our lives.

My lord, please let him go, I will do whatever you ask." Seeing Simon was indifferent to his words, the man knelt and put his head to the ground like a chicken pecking a rice grain.

"You wish for me to obey your commands? Will I still have my pride then?" Simon gave an excited laugh and clamped his palm over the disciple's face. He brought his fingers together slowly, the force cracked and contorted the disciple's face, just destroying his jaw.

"Good, Simon. You did well! Now break Darren's arms and legs. Remember not to kill him instantly! Ha ha ha." The young master was quite satisfied with Simon's act.

"Lad, you really astonished me." Then Simon walked to Darren and said, "You are a genius that could be hardly seen in five hundred years among martial artists. It's quite a pity to kill you. But it's a world where strength and power dominate everything. You have offended our young master and thus your death is deserved."

Darren kept his composure and said coldly, "You are an embarrassment. I've never seen someone proud of slaughtering warriors beneath them for the fun of it. As a Wonder Realm master, aren't you ashamed of yourself? You indeed are an arrogant bastard, but don't let it get to your head. For me, you are even worse than filth!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐