CHAPTER 118 RULE CULTIVATORS

The fireball exploded with a thunderous wave of scorching heat that beat them backward. They could

not believe their eyes. Darren had learned the "Flames Burning" that they had just exerted in the matter

of a few minutes.

It would typically take a high level rule cultivator several years to master a magic formula. No matter

how strong his or her Spirit Power was, none of rule cultivators could learn a rule spell so quickly.

But Darren was a special kind of rule cultivator. Not only could he exert the rule force, but he could also

see it. He could easily utilize the rule force to help him learn a magic formula.

On top of that, he was a masterful cultivator with a high talent level that could empower him to

remember a cultivator's gesture the moment he saw it.

Bang!

Darren's opponents were thrown into the air by the force of the explosion and blackened by debris and

soot. Although the "Flames Burning" Darren exerted was not as strong as theirs, the power of the

fireball was still extraordinary.

"The fireball's power isn't enough. I guess I still need more practice," Darren said unsatisfied.

Some of his opponents had passed out from the force of the explosion, and the rest of them were

frightened to the depths of their very cores.

"What, what should we do now, Barry? Has his Spirit Power reached level nine?" Henry stammered,

shaking with fear.

"Barry, we'd better escape while we can! Henry, it's all your fault! Now we are into serious trouble. We

can't afford such heavy consequences of getting involved with a man like him." The background of

such a talented rule cultivator must be a legendary being.

The others looked at their thin and tall leader, Barry, awaiting his next command. They all wished to

escape but would wait to hear his advice and orders.

"Losers!" Barry yelled. "What else do you know except running away with your tails between your legs?

It's time to use my secret weapon." He turned now to face Darren. "Bastard! You're screwed now." He

took out several yellow rune papers from his pocket.

"Rune papers!" his followers marveled with surprise.

"My teacher gave me these rune papers to use as a last resort if my life is in danger. It's a waste to use

these papers to kill this asshole, but he has infuriated me. Nothing can stop me now."

"What power those rune papers have, Barry? Are you certain you can kill him with the papers?" one of

his followers called out.

"Of course, I'm certain! One paper has the ability to suppress his power. Another can shackle him. And

the last one can enhance the power of my skill. As long as I use the three of them together, I can even

fight against a cultivator of the Mysterious Realm and beat the shit out of him. This bastard is just a

cultivator of the Spirit Realm. It'll be a piece of cake!"

When his companions heard this, the fear in their eyes dissipated and hope returned to their hearts.

They were well aware of the potential power a rune paper contained.

"Bastard! You will soon regret what you have done to us. Three rune papers! Do you know how

precious they are? Your death is guaranteed!" Henry said arrogantly despite being covered by soot and

grime.

"So, you don't want to end the fight?" Darren said, shooting a cold glare at them.

"Yeah! That's right! Got a problem with that? Even if you do, you are going to die now. And your

beautiful little girlfriend will be mine. Ha-ha!" Barry said, trying to provoke Darren. His companions

whooped and cheered behind him.

"Flames Burning!"

A hexagonal circle of fire appeared again.

But this time, Barry ignited a rune paper as he exerted the skill, and the flames of the fire circle were

suddenly enhanced more than threefold.

Obviously, this first paper was the one that multiplied his power.

However, Darren stood still, watching Barry's move. He was confident that Barry's fire attack would be

no threat to him.

"Target him! Now!"

Barry pushed his hands forward, and the fire circle that now had grown into a massive fireball instantly

shot toward Darren.

Now Darren held out his blade and activated his blade internal force. Facing the fireball, he darted

forward like a bolt of lightning.

"He is a blade cultivator? It matters not. Shackle!"

Seeing Darren preparing a counterattack, Barry ignited another rune paper.

Darren was racing through the air. Then his speed slowed until a stop as if he had been trapped by

thick, invisible chains.

"The Shackle Rune? Weak!"

Darren activated his vital energy and released a flash of sword intent, cutting off the rule threads that

he saw were tying him down.

In an instant, the Shackle Rune had lost its power.

His mobility recovered and he dashed at Barry with his original speed.

"What? How- how's that even possible? He also has the sword intent?!"

"But he is a blade cultivator! How can he also have sword intent? That's impossible!"

They were dumbstruck with amazement as they felt Darren's aggressive sword intent, whose order of

magnitude was stronger than Elsa's. Their minds tumbled in confusion, but they could not comprehend

how a cultivator could possess both blade internal force and sword intent. The general rule of blade

cultivation and swordsmanship dictated that sword skills and blade skills were as incompatible as fire NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

and water.

"Calm down, guys!" Barry exclaimed. "I still have one rune paper remaining."

Despite their shock, there was little they could do before Darren's approach. With declining time and

options, they activated all their Spirit Power and exerted the Earth Formation.

At the same time, a smirk cracked Barry's face, and he ignited his last rune paper.

"No matter what the hell you are, you will die now!"

'Wait!' Darren suddenly felt a strangeness in his body. 'My sword intent is being suppressed. How?'

Darren could feel his sword intent decreasing.

"Ha-ha! Bastard! This rune paper can suppress anyone, especially blade cultivators and swordsmen.

It's a pity I wasted such a precious paper on you.

It can even suppress a swordsman at the ninth stage of the Mysterious Realm. You, it'll easily handle,"

Barry exclaimed with a smirk. He could clearly sense that his paper was drastically weakening Darren's

sword intent.

With his decreasing sword intent, Darren came to a stop. He floated in the air, his face breaking into a

thrilled smile.

"Great! That's so great!" Darren could not help but laugh.

Elsa was puzzled at the scene as well. She knew full well that Darren had the ability to kill his

opponents easily even if he was suppressed by the rune paper, but she could not see why Darren

would be so happy under such circumstances.

'Mr. Wan spent his entire life on a rune paper that could enhance one's sword intent a thousand times.

But, there are also rule cultivators who work on rune papers to suppress one's sword intent. And that's

exactly what I want now! Wonderful!' Darren was wild with joy, his hearty laughter ringing out across the

grounds below.

"What the hell are you laughing for? You idiot! Everyone, attack!"

"Let's kill this bastard! His sword intent is a hundred times weaker now. He is finished!"

They didn't work together as a single cohesive unit but exerted their attacks on Darren separately.

The fight was intense. The wind blades, fireballs and spikes from the ground were thrown at Darren

incessantly.

'You think you can kill me when my sword intent is suppressed? So naive!' Darren sneered. Then he

began activating the sword core in his elixir field.

Darren might have been killed by the rule cultivators if he was only a blade cultivator or swordsman and

knew nothing about the rule spells. But this was not the case, and his sword intent was even stronger

than Thomas, who was at the ninth stage of the Mysterious Realm. Even though Darren's sword intent

was a hundred times weaker, it would still be as easy as blinking an eye to kill the rule cultivators of the

Primary Realm.

All of a sudden, Darren's opponents stopped their attacks.

Darren's sword intent was buzzing in their ears.

The mighty power of the sword intent frightened them to the core.

"The sword intent is so powerful. How can that be? Why's his sword intent still so strong? I don't

believe it."

Two of them cried with fear and shrieked like crazed dogs.

They could not believe that this teenager in front of him was such a formidable foe. He was like a devil

that had come up to play a game of death and destruction with the living.

They could feel Darren's aura of killing intent. Its overbearing weight drowned them, making them

suffocate with misery and desperation.

Swoop!

Darren drew a wide arc through the air with his sword. In a flash of light, his opponents were beheaded.

"What's that? What's that feeling in my mind?" After Darren killed them, a strange sensation appeared

in his head. He activated his vital energy and cried out, "Absorb!"

A second later, several streaks of transparent soul energy flew to his temples.

"That feels amazing! I've upgraded. My Spirit Power is level four now."

Darren had been right about his speculation that he could not only absorb Witcher Power but also Spirit

Power.

Darren slowly landed on the ground and walked toward Barry, who was quaking with cold sweat.

"Tell me! Where do you get the suppression rune?" Darren yelled. He was like a demon from hell,

whose every word seemed to plunge daggers through Barry's heart.

Barry, the only one who was alive after Darren's sword attack, was so afraid he could barely speak. He

even lost the strength to stand and toppled to the ground heavily. If his mind could process anything

beyond Darren's deafening power, he would have noticed that he had wet himself.