Mystical Journey

Chapter 705: Awe 1

The sky darkened as the ground trembled.

Chirps were mixed into Garen’s intense roar and it resounded even in the deepest parts of the Holy Labyrinth.

Garen then pulled his right hand back, and a vortex started to form as the air swirled on the ground while he aimed at the Holy Labyrinth in front of the manor.

He then released the attack.

From afar, Garen’s body looked like he was inside the abdomen of an invisible giant bird. The moment he threw his punch, the giant bird moved.

It spanned its wings and flew forth.

AG reacted swiftly in an attempt to block Garen’s attack. A golden hoop which looked like some sort of a wristband flew from his hand and stopped right in front of the giant bird’s beak.

A clear explosion could be heard, but the golden hoop was as weak as an egg. The golden hoop didn’t even last for a second before it was shattered into gold pieces as it was touched by the giant bird’s beak. The golden pieces flew about, interrupting AG’s next action.

A gully of a few meters deep had been formed in front of Garen, piling up an immense amount of black dirt which formed into a giant circular pillar. It was then sent towards the Holy Labyrinth.

Clang!!!

A deep ringing sound resembling a giant bell ringing could be heard, and a white supersonic soundwave spread about.

Garen’s fist landed firmly on the Labyrinth while his fist was filled with a unique high frequency that only a Secret Technique possessed.

Crack!

A small crack instantly appeared on the Holy Labyrinth, which started to multiply in every direction.

The cracks instantly propagated tens of meters up into the sky. It was as if the walls of the holy weapon had spread towards that region.

Boom!!

In just a moment, a hole had been created through the gigantic Holy Labyrinth.

Garen’s fist turned into a black soil column which looked like a black thorn. It pierced through everything as it stabbed towards the deepest region of the Labyrinth.

What accompanied the black pillar’s piercing was an overwhelmingly powerful shockwave.

Layers of Labyrinth broke into huge pieces as if they were made out of glass.

“The Labyrinth!!!… It’s broken….!!!” AG stopped moving his hand and unconsciously, his mouth opened wider as each second passed.

Dahm slowly closed his eyes as Arudo’s steel fist shot towards his head like a cannon.

“Die!!!” his rage-filled shout reverberated in his ears.

He could feel an immense pain in his head. It was the sense of crisis before the opponent’s fist would come in contact with his head. However, he had no more energy to move about.

Then, the strange roar appeared right beside his ear as if it’d leaped through space and time itself.

“Flight!!! …”

Yes… It was just like a water bird which gently touched the surface of the water before flying up into the sky.

“It’s teacher…” Dahm was unsure why, but he became very calm as he watched the fist getting closer to him. The slightly black skin, the solid fist, and five sharp Blood Breed nails clenched together.

“Have you given up?” a voice wondered deep within him.

Give up? Why would he!

He was a person that was going to surpass everyone!!

Dahm, struggling with all his might, used his last ounce of strength to open his mouth as he attempted to bite at Arudo’s fist with his teeth. However, he then realized that Arudo suddenly stopped moving as if a tape recorder had stopped rolling. He stood quietly as his fist was only a few centimeters away from his face. However, it felt like it would take forever for him to go across this distance.

Buzz… A slight wind blew past.

Arudo’s body started to collapse as his body started to turn into fine ashes that were blown away by the wind.

A familiar yet horrifying figure appeared behind Arudo out of nowhere. What was strange was that the figure was slowly disappearing, as if it was just an afterimage.

“The final profound of the Waterbird Fist… Flight…” Dahm seemed to have understood a lot of things. His eyes twitched and he fell to the ground on his rear.

As his laugh trembled, the vampires which had surrounded him started to turn into ashes while maintaining their posture.

Hasty footsteps could be heard from the darkness a distance away as Nighthawks uniforms and the lights of the signal swiftly approached.

Hochman was barely able to stand firmly. He stared at the Fresh Blood Statue with blood all over its face standing a short distance away. That statue’s body was made out of constantly flowing viscous fresh blood, but it could move around freely as if it was a living human being. It had no face and no hair. It did, however, possess simple maneuvers that could kill off anything.

The enemy didn’t seem to plan to kill him but wanted to severely injure him so that he wouldn’t have the strength to defend himself.

“The Fresh Blood Statue, a killing machine that is automatically created near the Silver Light Demon Statue. Although its strength can’t be compared with the Silver Light Demon Statue, it does possess regeneration and defense that is superior to the Blood Breeds. It’s the perfect counter to you humans who possess incredible strength with very little regeneration ability.”

Weidi, whom Hochman had been beaten as though he was a dog, had completely recovered. Furthermore, he was even blessed by the Holy Labyrinth as he kept recovering the spiritual energy and Blood Essence that he’d previously spent.

Without changing his expression, Hochman pressed onto his wound at the side of his abdomen. His spleen was broken and had a serious hemorrhage. However, he’d noticed them and pressed onto an acupoint to delay his injury. Currently, his most critical issue was not his severely injured body but his brain.

In Hochman’s vision, it seemed that a few additional Fresh Blood Statues had appeared. His vision was muddy and dark. This was either due to the excessive loss of blood or the attack from the Fresh Blood Statue possessing some sort of poison.

He shook his head as he attempted to clear his vision. Unfortunately, his vision had become even muddier.

Suddenly, a group of Fresh Blood Statues appeared and had encircled him. All of them reached out their sharp claws at the same time as they aimed for his chest.

Hochman at the time was in a daze. He was motionless as he stood while raising his chin as if he was looking at the night sky above.

“Do you hear it?” he muttered, “That’s the sound of the waterbird…”

The Fresh Blood Statue’s sharp claws pierced into his chest and drilled in between the lukewarm muscle and bone.

Then…. It just stopped moving.

The statue that did not possess any face, too, started looking up into the night sky.

“What… What is that!!?” Weidi raised his head as he looked above the manor. His face was filled with disbelief and terror.

Up above the manor, there was a huge bird that was as big as, or even bigger, than the Silver Statue flying towards it. It spanned both of its wings as it pecked at the Silver Statue’s chest.

The huge bird was half transparent. Its inner parts were filled with countless white airflows and a huge amount of black dirt. These two ingredients had merged together and made the huge bird very realistic.

The huge bird’s wings were as wide as the legendary supernatural Phoenix’s as it dragged its long tail.

Hochman knew of the shockwave of this move. He had seen Garen using this simple high frequency trembling technique but he’d never seen its true potential.

The Two-Faced Waterbird Fist Technique’s Final Profoundity — Flight.

Its full name was the Flight of the Evil Phoenix!

It was a horrifying fist technique derived from the West Phoenix Fist. It was also one of the strongest profoundities of the Two-Faced Water Bird Fist Technique ultimate technique.

Perhaps other people were unable to hear anything strange, but those who had practiced Secret Technique could hear the sharp chirp of the Phoenix.

It was the howl of the wind and it was the sound produced by the strongest technique of the Waterbird Fist!

The Blood Breed’s holy weapon, together with the Wellington Household’s strongest warfare weapon — the Silver Light Demon Statue versus against the Holy Fist Palace’s Two-Faced Waterbird Fist Technique’s Final Profoundity — Flight of the Evil Phoenix.

In an instant, a gold light so bright that it blinded anyone appeared as these two bodies collided with each other.

Hochman was unable to open his eyes after he’d automatically closed his eyes. However, his vision was still filled with bright gold light. The gold light was so bright that it could pass his eyelids and glare into his eye receptors. It was the strongest excitement he’d ever felt.

The sound frequency was so high that his ears could no longer pick it up. All he could see was a circle of solid grey shockwaves bursting from the golden explosion as the core spread about hundreds of meters around the region.

Hochman was on the verge of collapsing as his ears and eyes were bleeding profusely. The blood flowed down from his cheeks, leaving four trails of red blood.

Weidi, on the other hand, was on all fours on the ground as he grabbed tightly onto the edge of the crater. However, it was all futile as his body was pushed back by the shockwave, leaving a trail of marks on the ground.

The Fresh Blood Statue seemed to melt away slowly like a candle. It turned into a huge amount of blood and started to vaporized into a bloody mist before disappearing into thin air as the ground trembled while the golden light bathed onto it.

After some time.

Hochman slowly woke up from unconsciousness. Every inch of his body was in pain and he could no longer move.

His vision was muddy and could only see very little.

Amidst the confusion, he tried to open his eyes wide as he attempted to look at his surrounding.

He then started to hear clear and rhythmic footsteps. From his muddy vision, he saw a strong and horrifying figure walking towards him.

“Teacher…” he moaned.

That figure was ferocious and huge as black smoke kept surrounding his body. That black smoke was the aura that he recognized as it moved about like a living being. It spread about in the area, forming into shadows of dragon heads which looked greedy and cruel.

He then felt that he was being lifted up.

“Bring him back and treat his wounds,” that man finally spoke and Hochman was finally at ease. He could no longer bear it and passed out.