Nobilis of War novel Chapter 63

Before long, Darren and Elsa were out of the Ilmen Sect's area and rushed into a strange forest.

Following closely behind them was Dalton. He cut down every thick tree that stood in his way as easily as one would cut grass.

"Damn it! The bastard runs too fast…" he couldn't help cursing.

No matter how hard Dalton tried to catch up, Darren was always hundreds of meters ahead of him. 'Did the asshole have some kind of lightness training? How the hell can he run so fast dragging a girl who just barely reached the Primary Realm?' he wondered in frustration.

In the meantime, another man followed behind them, as quietly and swiftly as a shadow, keeping a certain distance from them all the while.

'It seems that Darren is leading Dalton that way on purpose, ' the man thought. Having found something rather strange, he was waiting for something exciting to unfold.

Even after chasing Darren for quite a while, Dalton was still a long way behind. Burning with fury, he ended up summoning all his vital energy, dashing through the forest as fast as possible, knocking tree after tree down in his wake.

Finally, having spent much of his vital energy, he began approaching Darren.

But the chased wasn't in any panic—he merely continued running forward, dragging Elsa along.

'Go ahead!

The closer you get to me, the sooner you'll meet your end, ' Darren thought with a malicious smile.

"Darren, you're too fast! I can barely keep my eyes open," Elsa said, taken aback by his speed. Being pulled forward by Darren, she felt as if her heels were flying off the ground.

"Don't worry, Elsa. We'll make our stop soon," he calmly said as if he were taking a walk in the park, not running for his life.

Seeing the confident smile on his lips, Elsa couldn't help but stare at him curiously—it didn't seem like he had any sense of the danger and trouble around him. 'Has he found some way to get rid of Dalton? Or maybe…

he's just not afraid of him at all?' she wondered.

It seemed that Dalton was closing in on them, as the distance between them having been shortened to about several dozen feet.

"Go to hell!"

With a wave of his blade, Dalton made a stroke of vital energy fly toward Darren.

The latter easily dodged the attack with quick reflexes—the vital energy wasn't even close to touching him.

"Damn it!

This bastard!"

His frustration building up, Dalton couldn't help crying out.

An hour had passed when Darren made it a hundred miles away from the Ilmen Sect.

'It's time to stop, ' he thought. Seeing them halt, Dalton was delighted, thinking that Darren was completely out of vital energy.

"Run! Why aren't you moving?

You bastard, you're not getting away from me! Since you run so fast, I'll have to cut your legs off!" Dalton ruthlessly shouted.

"Darren…"

Elsa wondered why he stopped so abruptly—there didn't seem to be any sign of exhaustion in his vital energy.

In response, Darren gave her a look signaling it wasn't a good time to be asking questions. Turning to Dalton, he said, "We're far enough away from the Ilmen Sect now. Nobody will know if I kill someone here."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Dalton asked in confusion. Suddenly, he felt something wrong, recalling that Darren had managed to keep hundreds of meters away from him. It was too unusual. Finally, he figured out Darren's true intentions. "So you brought me here on purpose?"

"Yes. Finally, you got it. But it's too late. Because you're dead," Darren said, his tone as cold as ice.

"Ha! Are you kidding me? You're nothing but a pathetic loser! What makes you think you can kill me? You couldn't scare me if you had an ambush laid out. Tell your men to come out. I'll kill them all!" Having fought Darren twice and winning the battles easily, Dalton was rather confident that he would win again this time.

"Dalton, don't be so stupid! Since Darren had no idea he would meet you today, how could he have set an ambush so far away from Ilmen Sect?

You idiot!

He brought you out here to kill you." A disdainful voice came from a man who seemed to have suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the three.

"Jerome! Are you stalking me?"

As Dalton asked in horror, his face turned pale.

Getting a closer look at the strange man, Darren recognized him as well. It so happened to be the very man who was titled the most talented disciple of the School of Arrow Skill. When Darren was in the Life and Death Valley, this man managed to shoot him stealthily with his arrow.

Though Darren had an inkling that there was another person following them apart from Dalton, he didn't expect it to be Jerome. Still in the dark about why Jerome was there, Darren decided to watch and see what would happen before doing anything.

"Jerome, is this guy your friend? Are you going to side with him and fight against me?"

It was rather worrying for Dalton. If Jerome decided to help Darren, he wouldn't stand a chance.

"No," Jerome answered without hesitation. "I don't care if you'll kill him or not," he continued.

"Then why did you follow me?"

At that point, Dalton was certain something was wrong.

"Nothing special. You were being too arrogant lately and I wanted to teach you a lesson. But I never expected to find you hunting him. I didn't want to miss a good fight, so here I am," Jerome said, leaning into Dalton's ear smugly.

Only now did Darren know that Jerome's target was Dalton, not him. Dalton saw Darren by accident, so the three of them met here.

"Jerome, I've never offended you before. Can we talk after I get rid of this guy?" Dalton started, sounding worried.

Worrying that Jerome might attack him, Dalton began to discuss with him. And he was ready to apologize to Jerome after killing off Darren—he would find someone to avenge him when he returned to the School of Blade Skill.

"Okay, no problem," Jerome answered with a shrug. "I never liked the guy, anyway. He's almost as arrogant as you. But I don't think you're a match for him."

"Bullshit!" Dalton couldn't hold back a loud curse. But the moment he saw irritation flash across Jerome's face, he immediately shifted his attitude and said, "Jerome, don't look down on me. I'll show you how I can kill this guy in one move."

A snort was all Jerome offered in response. Having reached the Mysterious Realm, he could sense that there was a powerful vital energy fluctuation in Darren's body, so he didn't believe what Dalton said. Without saying another word, he crossed his arms and watched with much interest.

"Have a taste of my new skill! Wildish Dragon Blade! Chop!"

Suddenly, Dalton was surrounded by powerful vital energy. He used his most powerful skill, trying to take Darren out in one move.

"Darren, watch out!" Elsa couldn't help but cry out.

Her face turned pale in shock—the attack was so powerful that she doubted Darren would be able to dodge it, regardless of how strong he was.

To her surprise, Darren didn't even need to dodge it. After gently pushing her out of the way, he waved his sword toward his opponent.

'Wow… very few people in the Spirit Realm can resist Dalton's attacks, ' Jerome thought in surprise.

Despite being only eighteen years old, Dalton had already reached such a high cultivation level—Jerome could already tell that he would become his powerful rival in the future once the boy made it to the Mysterious Realm.

But in a single moment, he realized he was wrong.

'How could the swordsmanship be that powerful?' It was astonishing, to say the least, when Jerome saw the countless sword shadows in the air, emanating overwhelming force.

With such a sight in front of him, Jerome realized that the man, even younger than Dalton, would become the most powerful person of the Spirit Realm.