CHAPTER 230 FLATTER DARREN

"Sir, please stay out of this. I don't want to get you in trouble. He will let me go after beating me," Ron

persuaded. Frustration reflected in his expression as he glanced at Darren. He felt grateful that Darren

had stood up for him. But he didn't think that Darren could defeat the young man. After all, Darren was

at the ninth stage of the Mysterious Realm while the youth was at the Wonder Realm.

Darren ignored Ron's request. Fearlessly, he stood in front of the young man.

'I hit this brat with a tremendous internal force that was supposed to break several of his bones. But he

wasn't injured. How could it be possible?' Surprise and fury coursed through the young man as he

thought.

"Brat, you've pissed me off. If that's what you were hoping for, then you've got your wish. I swear I will

break all your bones," the young man declared through gritted teeth.

"Is that so? We'll see who breaks whose bones!" Darren responded flatly.

Bang!

Darren unleashed an overwhelming power that matched the young man's momentum in terms of

strength.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

A hundred strong cultivators were startled by Darren's attack. Instantly, they released their spiritual

sense to ascertain Darren's real strength. The result caught them by surprise and delighted them.

"Stop trying to perceive my strength. You've done it several times. Don't you know that it is rude to do

so?" Darren frowned as he shouted.

The young man was getting on his nerves. Darren concentrated and dispelled the spiritual sense

released by the strong cultivators.

Darren's response didn't piss off the young talents. Instead, they were excited.

"I made a mistake. This brat has strong internal force."

"This teenager is extraordinary. I almost missed such talent."

"Don't jump to conclusions. He hasn't shown his real strength, yet. But, I have a feeling that he is

powerful. Ha-ha!"

These young people worked for grand warriors, and their task was to recruit outstanding geniuses in

martial arts. Once they realized Darren's real strength, they eagerly debated amongst themselves.

Everyone wanted a demonstration of his abilities to confirm their findings. If he were a superior talent,

perhaps they would please their masters by recruiting Darren.

The young man's face reddened. 'This brat is stronger than he appears. What should I do? My strength

has weakened after that last battle. Now, I am not in the best condition to fight someone so powerful.

What will happen if I lose to this brat?

Failure would be less embarrassing than backing out. If I cede now, everyone in Talent City will despise

me, ' he rationalized.

"What a cunning guy! You hid your cultivation base. Wait here. I need to restore my strength. When I

return in an hour, I will break your bones!" the young man said as shame coursed through him.

"Are you afraid? Huh?" Darren laughed scornfully and snorted, "Who threatened to break my bones?"

"He is a coward. I thought he was strong."

"You fear a teenager at the Mysterious Realm? You're embarrassing your brother."

The onlookers wanted to witness Darren's strength. Since the young man had flinched, they taunted

him on purpose, hoping to pressure him to fight.

"You little bastard! Don't be so cocky. Do you think I am afraid of you?" the young man snarled at Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Darren, feeling humiliated.

"Are you an idiot? You started this, and now you are blaming me? You failed to defeat your opponents,

so you vented your anger on an innocent person who is weaker than you. I asked you to fight me, but

you are making excuses. What's wrong with you? Didn't your parents teach you any manners?" Darren

snapped.

Upon hearing this, the young man screamed. He had never been insulted like this. Without thinking, he

raised his hand, flexed his wrist, and cracked his whip at Darren.

"One," Darren muttered, standing still.

His reaction left the crowd dumbfounded. Ron could sense that the blow from the young man was

powerful enough to kill dozens of cultivators at the ninth stage of the Mysterious Realm. Scared that the

young man would kill Darren, he glued his eyes on Darren.

"Slap!"

The young man lashed Darren with the whip again. Everyone held their breath as they waited to see

how Darren would react.

It seemed like the air on the street had frozen. Everyone laid their eyes on Darren, thunderstruck.

'This boy is at the Mysterious Realm, and yet, he endured a blow from a cultivator at the middle stage

of Wonder Realm without moving an inch. How strong is he?' they wondered.

"I must recruit this boy!" a teenager vowed as excitement reflected on his face.

Earlier, he had looked down on Darren.

"I had suggested speaking with him, but you opposed. We almost missed a genius," the young girl

responded, smugly.

"I was wrong. We must keep an eye on him. He has caught the attention of several people, and they

will try to flatter him," the young boy said.

"You..." The young man who had hit Darren was too shocked to utter another word.

His face turned crimson as he was overcome with embarrassment. 'This is an insult.'

"You fucking asshole. You must have used some defensive treasure. Damn it!" he bellowed as he tried

to justify his failure.

Frustrated, he lashed at Darren with his whip, repeatedly.

Each blow was over ten times more powerful than the previous one.

"Two hundred and eight."

Darren endured the young man's blows patiently. He counted each attack meted out by the young man.

This entire time, the crowd waited with bated breath as they wanted to see how Darren would respond.

However, to their surprise, he didn't defend against the attacks.

"What's going on with this fellow? Does he love being hit?" one of the onlookers asked in disbelief

while marveling at Darren's strong body.

'Why do they think that I am a masochist?

His blows can't harm me. Now that he made the first move, no one can blame me for fighting back, '

Darren deliberated.

"Are you done venting your anger?" Darren asked as he grabbed his sword and blade.

Without waiting for a reply, Darren released aggressive sword intent and blade intent. In the next

instant, everyone felt suffocated from the intensity of the pressure.

"What the hell? He unleashed the blade intent and sword intent simultaneously. I can't believe this."

"Both his sword intent and blade intent are strong. This is amazing."

All of a sudden, a heated discussion broke out among the crowd. Some onlookers with low cultivation

base left to avoid getting injured.

The young man leaped into the air to dodge the sword intent and blade intent headed for him.

That was what Darren wanted. By forcing his opponent to fight mid-air, Darren would avoid injuring or

killing the innocent weaker people who were watching.

Quickly, Darren jumped and pursued the young man in mid-air. His intense sword and blade intents

shot toward their target.

Although the young man had recently reached the middle stage of the Wonder Realm, he had just

finished a fierce fight. As a result, he had to step back to defend against Darren's attacks. Even though

he tried his best, Darren's blows still inflicted numerous injuries to his body.

'This jerk is surprisingly clever and powerful. Even if I weren't drained from the previous fight, I would

stand no chance of defeating him. What do I do?' Terror coursed through the young man.

The young man mustered all his remaining energy despite the agony coursing through him. He knew it

was futile to stay and fight.

"Bastard, I will find a way to get even with you soon," he said maliciously while escaping.

"Are you trying to run away? Do you think you can outrun me?" Darren sneered.

He utilized the Wind Rule so that he could move at full speed. It only took Darren a few seconds to

catch the young man. In a flash, he landed several hundred powerful punches on his opponent. The

young man couldn't even defend himself. With an agonized cry, his limp body fell to the ground.

"He is too strong!" the audience exclaimed. Fear sent shivers down their spines. The power they had

witnessed was genuinely horrifying.

Darren's performance had certainly shocked them. 'Is he really just a teenager at the Mysterious

Realm? He can match a superior talent.'

"I surrender. I surrender. Please let me go," the young man implored as his twisted, broken body lay

motionless in the deep pit caused by his fall.

"Do you think I will let you go so easily? Would you have spared me if you had defeated me?" Darren

asked as he stood beside the hole.

"What more do you want? I can give you spiritual herbs. How many do you want? Just name your

price," the young man negotiated. He gnashed his teeth as pain overwhelmed him. However, his eyes

still burned with fury. 'I must calm down and give this brat what he wants. Once I have escaped, I will

ask other people to avenge me.'

"I don't need them," Darren said as he turned and released an overwhelming force that broke every

bone in the young man's body. "This is your punishment," he said.

"Asshole! My brother will not spare you," the young man threatened as he groaned in pain.

Oblivious to his threats, Darren turned and walked away from the young man. 'Since it is against the

rules to kill anyone in Talent City, I will spare his life.'

"S... Sir, you're in trouble," Ron said as he staggered toward Darren.

"What are you talking about?" Darren inquired calmly.

"I just recalled that he is Dean Chen's younger brother. I have heard that Dean is ranked 92nd on the

Talent Roll. Run away from here. The farther, the better," Ron suggested. Although Ron could sense

that Darren was more powerful than he had estimated, he didn't think that Darren was on par with

superior talents on the Talent Roll.

"He is right. But you don't have to worry about Dean Chen. If you join the Skywalker Alliance, I will keep

you safe," a teenager who wanted to recruit Darren proposed.

"Skywalker Alliance? I've never heard of it. No, thanks," Darren refused before turning and leaving.

On the way, Darren received several similar invitations, but he turned them down.