CHAPTER 325 APPOINT A FIGHT (PART TWO)
"Do you think Darren is capable enough to fight with Bryan, the Blade Holy Lord?" asked the old man, a
hint of doubt evident in his tone. He was shrouded under a forceful aura typically belonging to an
excellent warrior.
"The fact is he went to the Blade Holy Land alone and disabled so many elders on his own. Not only
that, but he also escaped from Bryan's fatal attacks completely unharmed. I suspect that he is better
than Bryan in terms of cultivation base!" said Landon confidently.
"How... how is it possible? I've heard that with the help of a secret capable warrior, Bryan is only a half-
step away from achieving the level of Grand Realm. Darren is just a young lad having little experience
in the field of martial arts. How could it be possible that he is a match for Bryan?"
"That's why I must go to see the fight in person! If Darren is as smart as the news describe, I have to
wipe him out with my own hands. It will be disastrous if he returns and finds some clues that can
compromise us!" Landon furrowed his eyebrows and wore a solemn expression on his face. Green
lightning flashed around him as he uttered every word in his cold voice.
In addition to the clamor in the Holy Lands, Darren's story made quite a stir in the Heavenly Palace
Sect as well. No one believed that a young man under the age of twenty had an ability that almost
reached a grand warrior. If everything about Darren was true, then his talents must be incredible.
An advanced warrior in the Heavenly Palace Sect even sent people in search of Darren as he was
eager to recruit Darren as his disciple.
During the past few days, Darren didn't idle his time away just waiting for the appointment. He traveled
in every part of each of the Holy Lands and made his name known to the local people when necessary.
He did so in an attempt to provide his information to anybody who might have rescued Elsa.
Darren had now reached the Martial Holy Land, a Holy Land that he had never been to.
One day, while he was walking on the streets, someone's yelling suddenly got his attention. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.
Darren looked around and found a couple of people in the middle of a fight. To be exact, a gang was
chasing and attacking a man.
"That's so strange! The man is a warrior at the middle stage of the Wonder Realm. I sensed it clearly!"
Darren had made out the cultivation base of the man being beaten by the gang with his spiritual sense.
As for the people who were attacking the man, they were only at the top level of the primary stage of
the Wonder Realm. They were all wearing the same uniform with the character for "Martial" written on
them.
"Why is the man at the middle stage of the Wonder Realm afraid of fighting back?" Darren's face
scrunched up in curiosity. He then decided to stop by and watch.
"Please let go of me. I'm a disciple of the Elder Star of the Heavenly Palace Sect. I apologize if I have
offended any of you!" The man apologized while trying his best to avoid the gang's attacks.
'A disciple of the Elder Star? Why is he so scared of several disciples of the Martial Holy Land who
obviously seem to be inferior to him in terms of cultivation base?' Darren grew even more curious.
"The Heavenly Palace Sect? It's nothing more than rubbish. Do you know who you've offended?
Shane, our big brother! Do you really think we will let you go after you apologized? Beat him up with all
your might!" The disciples of the Martial Holy Land seemed to be unafraid of the man even if he had
made his identity known. There must certainly be someone or something—maybe some kind of force—
behind the disciples of the Martial Holy Land that made them so bold as to assault a disciple of the
Heavenly Palace Sect.
"I already apologized, didn't I? There should be a limit to your brutality! I'll have you know that I have
quite a temper as well. And not only that! Don't you know who Darren is? Well, he's a friend of mine. I
don't think he'll let you off so easily no matter who's backing you if I tell him how you've treated me
today!" said the man, feigning smugness. He had started to fabricate stories as he could not think of
any other ways to get out of the situation.
"Darren? Do you mean the lad who everyone says is the god of fight? Stop deceiving us, you idiot! I
don't believe that he is an acquaintance of yours. Even if he is, our big brother will kill him as easily as
he kills an ant!"
"How dare you make up such a ridiculous lie! Are you trying to bluff your way out of this fight by
throwing us the name of that bastard? Beat him with no mercy! The Elder Star would not dare to bother
Shane again as long as we don't beat his disciple to death!"
The gang of disciples of the Marital Holy Land continued to ruthlessly beat up the man from the
Heavenly Palace Sect. The man seemed extremely afraid of the so-called Shane, as the only thing he
could do at the moment was to bury his head in his hands and bear the ceaseless assaults from his
enemies in silence.
'I know the Elder Star! He's a nice guy. Wouldn't it be improper to just watch as his disciple go under
such humiliation without offering any assistance?' thought Darren to himself. Before he knew it, he had
already stepped towards the crowd in the fight.
"Stop!" Darren commanded in a cold voice. This made all the perpetrators stop and turn around to look
at him.
"Who do you think you are, you son of a bitch? It's none of your business!" One of the disciples of the
Martial Holy Land raised an annoyed brow and scoffed at him. He and his companions had obviously
become furious at Darren's sudden appearance.
"You dared insult me. That's not very wise of you." Darren flashed a smug smirk at them before
continuing, "Oh well... If you haven't insulted me, I, Darren, wouldn't have had any excuse to give you
all a heavy beating!"
The disciples scoffed at him. "Darren? Shake off your mask, you liar! You're nothing but a bastard using
Darren's name! Even if the so-called Darren did come here himself, we will give him no chance of
return. Attack, brothers!" All the disciples from the Martial Holy Land rushed at Darren upon the man's
order.