CHAPTER 259 MEETING A FUNNY GUY

"That skill is amazing!" Finley jumped up and down like a monkey, waving his hands to imitate the skill

he saw Darren use. He bombarded Darren with tons of questions, talking a mile a minute. "Did you

release your skill this way? Am I right? No? How about this way? Did you unleash your skill this way?

No, no, no. It must have been something like this, maybe? Oh, it's a really powerful skill! It's fucking

amazing!"

"Pfft!"

Darren couldn't help the snicker that escaped his lips, losing his composure. The defender of the

twelfth space was such an amusing and whimsical guy that it would be a sin if he did not start to feel

high-spirited.

A few moments passed and the overall mood of their surroundings shifted. "Well, what the hell do you

want to do now?" Darren asked in resignation. He wasn't quite sure what to do when faced with such a

defender like Finley.

"I don't want to do anything," Finley responded, reverting back to his normal state. He pulled his brows

together and cocked his head to the side. He was a little confused by Darren's question.

Realization dawned on him and he cleared his throat. "I have a good reputation but it's too hard for me

to keep calm when I witness powerful skills. Sorry if I lost my manners back there." A little

embarrassed, Finley tried to explain his behavior.

He then suddenly changed the subject by reverting back to the previous topic. "Well... Did you two lie

together? The girl?"

"Oh, my god. Will you please not ask me about that? How about we just start the fight now? If I lose, I'll

concede defeat and leave, but if I win, you'll let me enter the next space. How about that?" Darren

suggested, averting the question. He didn't want to explain anything more.

"Oh, Darren. Don't be in such a hurry. Later on, I'll tell you all my weak points. However, if you are too

foolish and still couldn't defeat me, I won't be able to help you anymore."

"Tell me your weak points? Why would you do that?" Darren was starting to think that Finley was a

complete idiot.

"Because of you, idiot. If I don't tell you my weak points, how else could you defeat me?"

Darren snorted at that.

If he had been drinking, he would have spat out the water in response to Finley's statement.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the time nor the patience to talk nonsense with you any longer." With those

words, Darren immediately unleashed a sweeping attack with his sword, unwilling to waste time.

"Oh, my goodness. You should give me some time to prepare before you attack, you meathead!"

Darren was left speechless and wasn't sure how he should act—to laugh or to be annoyed. Finley had

his hands covering his head; Darren's attack had swept past the defender, barely missing him directly.

"Sir, what do you want to do? Please just tell me," Darren pleaded.

"Hey, don't call me like that. I was younger than you when I came here. Guess how old I am. It's really

important," Finley said, then jumped back to Darren.

"I'm not interested in that." Darren glanced at him, then turned his face aside.

Finley gave out a chuckle. "Okay, okay. I'll stop joking with you. After I tell you my glorious past, I'll see

whether you still have guts to fight me." He then sat down on a nearby rock bench.

Darren breathed a quiet sigh of relief and thought that Finley had finally become serious. He turned

around to follow Finley on the bench, but immediately frowned when he suddenly caught sight of the

boy casually picking at his foot.

"I was a superior talent, handsome and debonair..." He then talked a lot about his glorious past, most of

which were just unimportant nonsense.

However, Darren caught one key point from all of Finley's babbling—he was a superior talent!

After thinking for a while, Darren finally knew why he was familiar with the name "Finley"—he had seen

the name on the ancient book that Hailey gave to him.

Using his spiritual sense, Darren took out the book from his Space Ring.

He looked up the name in the book, ignoring Finley who was still babbling on about himself.

"Seventy thousand years ago, the superior talent Finley Feng ranked third on the Sky Chart of the

Talent Roll. He reached the Grand Realm at fifteen years old. He refined the holy body at twenty years

old and at that same year, he was taken away by a mighty power from the sky and disappeared into the

void..." He stopped reading.

'The one described in the book is this boy in front of me?' Darren thought to himself.

He began to recall what the boy had said before and started to count. It was indeed tens of thousands

of years ago. He could confirm that the one described in the book was undoubtedly the boy in front of

him.

"Were you the superior talent who ranked third on the Sky Chart of the Talent Roll seventy thousand

years ago?" Darren asked.

"How do you know that? Well, to answer your question, yes... And not long after I got into the Top

Three on the Sky Chart, I entered the Ancient Void Battlefield."

Darren was surprised. The Sky Chart was left blank for a period of time and it had been blank for two or

three thousand years before the superior talent named John Doe took a position in the Sky Chart

during Darren's era.

"So, you're not lying?" Darren raised an eyebrow.

"Bah! Of course not! I really am handsome, outstanding, and quite attractive to girls. How can I be so

low to tell lies for bragging..." He continued to blabber on and on about his glorious past again, but

Darren cut him off.

"But if you are so powerful like what you said, why is your spiritual intent trapped in the twelfth space?

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that you also didn't pass the thirteenth test?"

Finley suddenly grew serious. "I am not trapped here. My real body voluntarily left me here. If you like,

you can also leave a thread of your spiritual intent in the eleventh space to serve as its defender. As for

the test in the thirteenth space, I was immediately defeated the second I entered the space. Tsk." He

was staring intently at Darren as he spoke.

"Defeated in a second?" Darren was stunned. "Wait. How old were you when you fought the defender

of the thirteenth space?"

"Psh. I thought you said that you were not interested in my age? Why are you asking me that now?"

Darren now realized how important it was to know Finley's age. Finley reached the Grand Realm at

fifteen years old and had the holy body at twenty years old. His talent was too extraordinary and

unbelievable. His age stood for his strength.

"Oh, come on, buddy. Just tell me, how old were you?"

Finley chuckled. "Fine, fine. I was sixteen when I entered the thirteenth space. Guess where realm my

cultivation base was at. Can you guess it?"

Darren's heart skipped a beat when he heard Finley's response. 'Sixteen years old. So that means he

had reached the Grand Realm in the span of just a year. How powerful is he now? It's somewhat hard

to believe that he was defeated in just a second in the thirteenth space, ' he thought to himself.

"I bet you feel scared. You have a chance to defeat me if you unleash that amazing skill again with your

technique to generate avatars. Oh, wait... I forgot that you ran out of runes. Oh well, you can't defeat

me." Finley was blabbering again.

'He's definitely much more powerful than Denise. Even if I use the dark golden internal force to attack

him, I probably still wouldn't be able to defeat him. If I defeat him with sheer luck, how will I be able to

defeat the defender in the thirteenth space?' Darren was running out of ideas.

"I'm sad to admit this, but I think that it would be better for me to quit here," he said as he shook his

head slightly, prematurely accepting his defeat.

"Don't quit, dear Darren. You will have a chance to defeat me. I said that I would tell you all my weak

points, didn't I?" Finley reminded him.

"Oh? It seems that you really want to be defeated." Darren's brows slightly furrowed in confusion. Aside

from that, Finley calling him dear Darren somewhat triggered such a strong emotion from him that the

hairs on his skin stood up.

"Never mind that." Finley put on a serious face, waving him off. He continued, "So, my weak point is..."

He paused and thought for a long time. After a while his eyes widened. "Holy shit. I'm absolutely

perfect and have no weak points!"

Darren snorted.

'This guy is a real piece of work, ' he thought.

"Oh, crap, crap. If you can't defeat me, you won't get the reward. Which means you won't be able to

master my superior skill. Which also means you can't face off against the defender in the thirteenth

space!" Finley grew frantic.

"You really hate the defender in the thirteenth space, don't you?" Darren was getting annoyed but also

amused at the same time. He was curious about this thirteenth space defender.

"Of course! I was defeated by him in a second. If I didn't concede defeat and beg for mercy, I would

have died early. Won't you hate the person who almost killed you?" Finley jumped up and down as he

spoke.

"You were stronger than I currently am when you were defeated. I'm afraid that I might also be

defeated once I enter the thirteenth space. I won't be able to avenge you," Darren said, glancing down.

"No. I think that your skills still have some room to be improved. If you can defeat me and master my

extraordinary skill, you just might have a chance to defeat him," Finley said in a huff. He was still full of

contempt for the defender of the thirteenth space. He did not want to miss out on the opportunity to get

back at him.

"How about you tell me what the defender of the thirteenth space looks like and how powerful is he?"

"Oh, I could tell you that first." Finley nodded as he continued, "That brat has a really small body, but

his arrogance goes through the roof."

"Brat?"

"Yes. He is only eight years old."

"What?"

Words left Darren; he couldn't believe what he had just heard.