The man stared at me in a daze, then he took Jule back to his men. Sitting on the horse, Jule turned back and waved his hands to say goodbye to me with a big smile. I turned around and ran back without looking back again. But I heard the crowd burst into laughter and they said, “It turns out that the elves' child is also afraid of strangers!” Gradually, the laughter faded away. I ran home and saw Neal was waiting for me at the door. He was happy to see me coming back and he said, “Oh, my son. You are back. It seems that you’ve got nothing today. It's okay. We will have some vegetables tonight.

I still didn't say a word. Neal obviously noticed that something's wrong, he hurriedly asked me if I was injured and what happened. I wanted to ask Neal, but I was afraid that if I were not an elf, it would hurt his heart.

Neal smiled and asked me, “Tell me what happened, son! There should be no secrets between men, right?”

I couldn't help it anymore. I cried and asked him, "Neal, I am a Human, isn’t it? I met my father and my brother today. They have the same tokens as mine. You've told me that my parents left it to me. If so, I am a human and not an elf...”

After hearing my words, Neal's smile faded. He sighed and said, “Yes, my son, you are the child of human beings. I used spells to change your face to hide your identity and make you look like an elf. I’m very happy for you that you met your parents today. If you want to leave here to your family, then leave, I won't blame you.

After listening to Neal's words, I felt like I had fallen from the sky to the ground. I hugged Neal who was back to me, crying and screaming and shouting, “Why? Neal! My family, they are living well, and I have a younger brother, why we are brothers but our fate is so different? Why do they want to discard me? What have I done? I hate them, Neal, I hate them!”

Neal turned around and hugged me tightly, “My poor child, why did the Almighty God make you endure so much? Don't worry, you still have me. I will never leave you, my son.”

Since then, the hatred in my heart has expanded day by day. I kept asking, why? Why treat me like that? What did I do wrong? I was also my father’s son, but why did he only love my brother? Why he had to kill me? I kept asking myself, but I never had the answer. I hated them so much.

I turned my hatred into my motivation. I kept running in the forest. I wrestled with ferocious beasts every day. Neal saw the hatred in my eyes. He refused to teach me anymore because he hoped that I could give up the thought of revenge. But how could I give up? I wanted to destroy my father's proud son with my own hands. I wanted to destroy everything. I wanted to prove what a gifted and powerful son he had abandoned!

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I fought with wolves, ran with cheetahs, and competed with tigers every day. I learned all the fighting skills of nature. By the time I was fifteen years old, I could catch tigers with my bare hands and run like the wind. All the ferocious animals in the forest fled in embarrassment when they saw me. No animal in the forest could catch up with me, and my feet could kick and break the big tree if I want.

Neal witnessed my improvements. He often sighed when he saw me, but no matter how tired I practice, the hatred in my heart had never diminished a bit, but only increasing day by day. Finally, one day, Neal called me and watched my face without saying anything for a long time. Just when I got up and about to leave, Neal opened his mouth, “Your practice just improves your strength and speed. If you encounter a true master, you could only run away because you will lose the battle in the end.

I looked at Neal with a skeptical eye. He knew that I didn't believe it. I didn't believe that I just learned how to use brute force and escape techniques over these years. Neal got up and asked me to come to the yard.

Standing in front of me, he told me, “Attack me with all your strength.” I looked at Neal in surprise, “What did you say? Attack you? No, father, I can’t.”

Neal laughed and said, “My silly boy, you can prove that what I said is wrong if you can defeat me.”

Now I understood that Neal wanted to try my skills. I clenched my fists and told Neal that he should be careful because I was about to attack. When I finished talking, I rushed to Neal. I tried my best with every punch, but my fists didn’t even touch his clothes. After dozens of rounds, I was disappointed and exhausted. I slumped on the ground with agony on my face. So Neal was right. Did I only practice escape techniques for so many years?

Is it really impossible for me to beat even a master? Seeing me sitting on the ground, Neal walked over and lifted me up, and then he kindly said to me, “Don't be disappointed, kiddo. I will teach you the real techniques from tomorrow.” I was ecstasy when I heard Neal was willing to teach me again because he was always a hero and a real man in my heart.

So, from then on, I started to learn all kinds of fighting skills with Neal. I learned everything Neal taught me for two years. Neal didn't expect that I was so eager for learning, so he decided to teach me the most advanced skill: The Judge of Fire Sword. After infused the fire spirit into the sword, it could exert great power.

I took the manual handed down by Neal and came to a secret cave in the mountain. I practiced my skills here every day. Whether it was a windy or rainy day, I didn't stop for a moment. After five years. I finally learned the whole skill of The Judge of Fire Sword.

Neal showed some sadness on his face when he saw my progress. He knew that the day I succeeded I would left.

After dinner, Neal took out a long black leather box containing a sword. When the box was opened, the sword released a scorching light, brightening the room as if to tell the world that it was awake,

Neal took it out and stroked the sword like his own child, and then he handed it to me, I hurriedly took it over. This sword was so fabulous!

Neal looked at me with a smile and said, "This sword named the Hell Flame, one of the ten ancient God's swords, and it is said that this sword is made in the hell of flames, which makes it the hottest thing on earth. It could burn everything down to ashes only when it came to the right man's hand. Now it is yours."

I looked back in surprise because I couldn't believe it was mine. "Do you want to give it to me, Neal? Can I really have it?"