Chapter 65 - SIXTY-FIVE

Chapter 65: Chapter SIXTY-FIVE

"Good evening.".

"It was a good evening, then you showed up."

Xin Linge grabs his brother’s wrist, slowing down his breathing as his eyes stay glued to the man before them.

"Why are you here?" Xin Linhai asks.

"You want to kill me." Rong Yizhan shrugs "I can’t just sit back and wait for my death."

Rong Yizhan closes the distance slowly.

"Poisoning him?" His voice is even "I’m doing everything I can to push him away, yet he keeps coming back. Do you know how hard it is for me as well?"

"Then break off the pairing!" Xin Linge grits out "Don’t act like you’re some victim."

"Why not? It works." Rong Yizhan points to his blindfold "Being ’weak and sickly’ is a free pass to anything. As for the pairing, I’m not willing to break it off."

"That’s not funny." Xin Linhai clenches his fist.

"Nothing related to my guide is." Rong Yizhan tilts his head "You may be family, but you have no right to intervene in what transpires between us."

"I do." Xin Linhai counters "I’m his brother. His family– a title you can never get. You’re a Sentinel he can’t bond with. A Sentinel he’ll never bond with."

The temperature is freezing already. It’s winter. But a chill passes by, running down Xin Linge’s spine. He shudders.

"You’re strong." Rong Yizhan genuinely praises "I’ll give you that much."

"I’m aware."

"But being strong won’t help you." Rong Yizhan slowly raises his hand "You want to kill me, why can’t I do the same to you?"

The two brothers shudder slightly. Rong Yizhan grabs onto his blindfold and pulls.

The two shut their eyes immediately.

The news is old. In Zhongjing institution, there’s a Triple S-Rank Sentinel with no abilities but one look from him can kill even the strongest.

The Xin brothers are information mongers. Their network is vast so they’re one of the first to hear about it.

Facing him now, in a cold, dark alley on a winter night, with his blindfold down, the two are not ready to die just yet!

"Mm?" Rong Yizhan arches an eyebrow "You are daring."

"It’s simple. I know your weakness."

Xin Linhai stares straight at Rong Yizhan, a cold smile slowly spreads on his face.

"Just as I thought." He laughs coldly "You wouldn’t dare."

"Ah..." Rong Yizhan grabs his own arm and unconsciously digs his nails in "This is getting on my nerves."

Xin Linge cracks one eye open. He averts his gaze from the madman across from him and stares at his older brother.

"What’s going on?"

"See for yourself." Xin Linhai tilts his head at his brother "You fool. Do you really think he has the guts to kill us?"

"You think I don’t?"

"Oh, I think you do." He turns back to Rong Yizhan "You’re very much capable of doing that, but will you? If you kill his dear brothers, will Hua’er forgive you? I beg to differ."

Rong Yizhan visibly stiffens. His fingers twitch. The murderous intent around him dies down a bit.

Xin Linge finally catches up with his older brother. He turns to Rong Yizhan who still has his blindfold on.

"Both you and that little rascal..." Xin Linge shakes his head "You have such obvious weaknesses."

"I promised Hua’er I wouldn’t hurt you..." Xin Linhai pulls his hands out of his pockets "But I never said I wouldn’t try."

The dark alley suddenly brightens.

A large wall of fire suddenly rushes towards Rong Yizhan without warning.

The two are closer now, just a few feet apart. The attack happened without a heads-up and Rong Yizhan can’t dodge in time. It hit him head on.

"That’s impossible." Xin Linhai clenches his fist tightly "Stage three flame and you actually survived it."

Rong Yizhan waves his hand, coughing slightly as the smoke clears up.

The attack just now, he had taken it head on. Pyromancers have six stages of fire– flame color that resonates with how dangerous the attack is.

Stage three is yellow. Enough to critically injure a C-Rank and have a D-Rank fighting for their life if not kill them.

Rong Yizhan had taken that attack head on and the only thing he did was cough cause apparently, he’s extremely sensitive to smoke.

Xin Linhai took a gamble with the attack. If Rong Yizhan is as powerful as they say, he should survive. But he never thought the man would remain...unharmed.

His hair, his clothes, even his posture didn’t slack. Everything is intact, not the tiniest burn mark is left behind.

Something’s wrong...something’s always wrong when it comes to Rong Yizhan. Xin Linhai takes an impossible guess.

"You...absorbed my attack." He says with certainty "You didn’t dodge, you absorbed."

"You’re far too intelligent for your own survival at times." Rong Yizhan goes back to clawing himself "Congratulations. You’re the first humans to find out and remain alive."

"Are you even human?"

"What else would I be if not human?"

Xin Linhai freezes. That question just now... may be disguised as sarcasm, but deep down, it’s not.

"That little brat! Sold off and still helping him to count the money!" Xin Linge scowls.

"If you tell him, who do you think your brother will believe?" Rong Yizhan steps back "Right now, the only one occupying his mind and heart, is me."

Xin Linhai clenches his fist so tight, he almost pierce through skin with his nails.

"I may spare you today, but I can’t promise I will do the same the next time we meet." Rong Yizhan says "So, dear unwilling brother-in-law, try not to make your little brother hate you."

Rong Yizhan’s shadow merges with the dark. He vanishes.

Xin Linhai stands in the same position, rage and killing intent burns in his eyes.

He stares down at his palm, the one that had released an attack on Rong Yizhan just now. Pale, a little callouse. The hand that has never failed to kill. Never missed a target.

"Brother." Xin Linge drags him back to reality "What do we do now? I hate to say this but, can we really kill him even if we try?"

"We make no further move for now." Xin Linhai closes his palm "Not only will we lose to him, we’ll risk losing Hua’er as well."

"Your attack just now..."

"He absorbed it." Xin Linhai answers his unasked question "There’s no such ability. Pyromancers can’t absorb other people’s abilities, as far as I know so he’s not a Pyromancer."

"What if–"

"No. There’s something about him. I’ll find out what it is sooner or later."