CHAPTER 258 FINLEY

The scene was almost like an arid desert. After the tremendous power completely destroyed the entire

ground, everything slowly disappeared in silence.

In the domain, Darren's blade and sword intents emitted a dark golden glow, which fiercely collided with

the domain of the grand warrior. It was getting tense and nobody could predict what was coming next.

Boom!

A deafening sound shattered the silence. It sounded almost like an explosion of some kind. Under

Darren's furious attack, Denise's domain could hardly sustain itself anymore and broke apart into

pieces. The fragments were all over the domain, as Denise turned her head and prepared for battle.

Endless blade and sword intents settled all over Denise's snowy figure. As she struggled to bear it with

all her might, an internal force which emitted dark golden light penetrated her chest. In a twinkle of an

eye, she turned into a handful of sand and disappeared into the howling wind.

Staring at the broken ground, Darren suddenly felt cold and empty. He was lost in confused thoughts,

with mixed feelings in his heart.

When Darren faced the master who was considerably superior to him, he felt consumed by

desperation.

Then after he succeeded in merging the blade and sword intents together, he felt a glow of pride when

he saw how powerful the dark gold internal force was.

But sorrowfully, when he saw Denise vanish without a trace, he was bitterly disappointed.

'Hum? What was I thinking about?' Darren thought to himself with a distant gaze in his eyes. 'That

blabbering Denise will regain her life soon.' Darren was certain of it. With a faint smile on his face,

Darren effortlessly landed on the broken ground.

However, after quite some time, Denise still hadn't shown up.

Suddenly, it occurred to Darren that Denise was different from the other defenders. Although she was a

spiritual intent, deep down underneath, she had a fear of loneliness. This revealed that she was full of

emotion in her heart. 'Will she ever show up again? Has she disappeared forever?' Darren thought to

himself.

Although she was merely a wisp of spiritual intent and didn't really exist in this world, when Darren felt

her loneliness, his own heart ached a lot. He wanted to help the poor girl by getting her out of here.

In those quiet days, Darren felt quite annoyed at this girl who could never stop blabbering about trifles.

But when nothing disturbed the silence of the night, the memories came flooding back as he thought

about the girl. She reminded him of the lonely days in the past ten years, as she kept on murmuring to

herself, whether he was listening or not. When she giggled with laughter or when her eyes were full of

tears, it all made Darren feel as if she was the most fragile thing in the entire world.

Meanwhile, in the eleventh round, the black and cold desolate world became empty. Denise left a vivid

emptiness in his heart when she left.

Darren laughed bitterly, holding back unexpected tears.

"Are you about to cry? Are you crying for me?" asked a voice from a distance.

"I'm so happy that someone is willing to cry for me in this world," the voice said delightfully.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that you passed the eleventh round. It's time to say goodbye. Ha-ha."

A snowy white figure flew in from the distance. As she laid her eyes on Darren, a faint smile spread

across her face. She was indeed a stunningly beautiful woman.

"Crap. Can't you just stop blabbering already?" Darren complained halfheartedly. Seeing that Denise

popped out of nowhere, he wiped his tears, as a wide grin replaced his melancholy pout.

Denise stuck out her tongue teasingly and made a funny face at him. "Your reward is the Primitive

Stones that you collected. So goodbye."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What's your name? You haven't told me yet," Denise then asked Darren.

Darren then flew towards the sky, stood in front of her and asked, "You are in charge of the eleventh

round. So how is it you don't know my name? Are you trying to fool me again? And I remember I've told

you my name once."

"What you tell me is entirely different from what I know. And you told me your name many years ago.

Please tell me again," Denise playfully said. Denise batted her eyes with a mischievous grin.

"Darren," he replied. "My name is Darren Chu."

"Darren. That's a beautiful name," Denise told him.

She looked him straight in the eye and said, "Let me tell you a secret." Suddenly, her facial expression

completely changed and her voice was as cold as ice.

"What secret?" Darren asked curiously. By now things started to smell fishy to him.

"You know, if I call out your name, you will never be able to get out of here again," Denise told him with

a serious look on her face. "Darren! Darren! Darren!" Denise kept shouting. Denise then looked at

Darren with a frigid stare.

"What?!" Darren shouted back. Darren instantly panicked. He immediately transferred all his power and

was fully ready to protect himself.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha."

The gurgle of laughter shattered the silence. Looking Darren's apprehensive face, Denise couldn't help

but burst into laughter.

"You idiot. I was lying to you," Denise finally told Darren.

Her statement left him speechless with rage.

"It's best for you to leave now, because I know that if I want you to stay here with me, you will feel more

miserable than death. Humph." Denise then pouted her lips, flew towards Darren and pushed him

towards the door.

Darren, slightly bewildered, stood in shocked silence. But before he knew it, he had arrived at the

twelfth space.

As he turned around, he found Denise looking longingly at him, her eyes full of tears.

"If you pass the thirteenth round, are you really going to come back to me again?" Denise murmured,

wondering to herself. Her tears brimmed over again as she started to speak.

...

Suddenly Darren appeared in the twelfth round.

He looked forward to the twelfth round and wondered how powerful the master would be.

In the eleventh round, he endured tremendous pain and was gripped by fear. If he had not gotten the

Primitive Stone with the Heavenly Repression Rule, he would have died in there.

At that time, he would rather die than admit failure. He thought he would never give up so easily.

When the memories came flooding back, he was filled with fear. He thought that he was too impulsive

back then. So he made up his mind this time that if he couldn't pass the twelfth round, he would give

up. He would never risk his life again.

However, this time, Darren had two Primitive Stones which contained the Heavenly Repression Rule.

So he was confident that he would be able to kill the master in the twelfth round.

"How are you? Darren," a voice asked.

"I'm fine. How are you? Master," replied Darren.

"Ha-ha. My name is Finley Feng," the master joked with Darren.

Darren stared at the young man from head to toe. He was dressed in a white robe, and looked rather

normal. It seemed that there was nothing strange about him.

On the other hand, his name sounded familiar.

Since Darren had an excellent memory, he knew that it was not an illusion of his.

"You seem to be confused about what I said. Do you know my name?" asked Finley Feng. "But it is

virtually impossible for you to know my name, since I have been here for tens of thousands of years."

The young man wore a faint smile on his face. He had a natural demeanor, which made people feel

that he could maintain a calm attitude at all times.

"Your name sounds familiar to me," Darren told him. A deep furrow appeared between his brows as he

became lost in thought. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't come up with anything.

"Don't think too much about it. Let's talk," Finley Feng told Darren. As Finley raised his hand, two stone

chairs and a table suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of them. There were even two cups of tea

on the table, with a refreshing smell pervading the air.

Darren, slightly surprised, but with time to kill, sat down on the stone chair.

"What should we talk about?" Darren asked, since Finley had suggested it.

"I saw the defender in the eleventh space cry so deeply for you. Are you two in a relationship right

now?" Suddenly, the young man wore a weird smile on his face. His vulgar and tactless behavior left

Darren speechless.

"No." Looking at the obscene expression on his face, Darren almost spat out a mouthful of tea.

"You can stop playing your little trick. Before you two got into a fight, I couldn't know your whereabouts

for a long time. I guess…" His voice trailed off mischievously. "Ha-ha. You know." His gauche remarks

dumbfounded Darren.

"Crap. What are you talking about? Why are you saying things like that?" Darren couldn't help but let

out a little laugh.

"So you didn't?" he asked.

"No. She is just a wisp of spiritual intent. Nothing will happen between us," Darren replied.

"Ugh, she isn't just a wisp of spiritual intent. She has a powerful background in the martial art world. It

is said that she has an undead soul, so that's why she has emotions."

"Oh, I see." Darren nodded in comprehension. "Never mind. I don't want to talk about it anymore. When

will we start our next fight?"

"Take it easy, young man," Finley said, trying to restrain Darren. "I remember that you had used one

skill. You know, that skill," he goaded Darren. He raised his hands up and waved them in the air, trying

to explain the skill to Darren. After a long while, he gave up, and asked, "You know what I'm talking

about, right?"

His remarks left Darren speechless. He had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. So Darren

guessed, "Are you talking about the last skill which I used to kill Denise?"

"Oh, that's it. That's what I'm talking about," Finley finally said. He nodded in agreement.

"What's wrong with that skill?" Exasperated, Darren couldn't help but roll his eyes.This belongs to - ©.