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Chapter 33

  Chapter 33

  When the sun rose, Rillian Adore and Drakkel got up, filled their water flasks at the well in the pavilion and continued on their way. However, after a couple of hours, no one had appeared on the road.

  Drakkel thought that it might have been too early but then Rillian Adore suddenly came to a halt.

  Following his lead, he did the same.

  The path they currently walked on was surrounded by bushes and trees.

  Something wasn't right.

  “We’re about to be ambushed,” Rillian Adore said.

  Drakkel nodded, getting into a defensive stance.

  A few moments later, four figures jumped out of the bushes. One was the man that assaulted Drakkel in the side street, Tifon of the Forging Rivers Clan. The others held the same weapons as him but with different designs. Their robes were also of a light and dark blue color.

  Looking around, Drakkel knew Tifon’s sword level, but not that of the rest. This put him on edge.

  “Is that him, young clan leader?” one of the disciples asked, pointing at Drakkel.

  “Yes, that's him. Leave him to me!” Tifon answered.

  “We always knew you were more capable than Litoren Bovis! I mean you actually found out that a demon travels beside the Golden Blade!”

  Drakkel shook his head. Is that what Tifon had told them?

  Tifon grimaced, “Litoren Bovis! Litoren Bovis! He’s all my father ever talks about! But when I bring him the demon that managed to trick The Golden Blade, then he would have to look at me!”

  “I don't know, Senior Tifon.” Another one said. Maybe we should call for backup. I mean this is the ‘Undefeated Golden Blade’. If a demon managed to trick him, forget fighting the Golden Blade, can we even handle the demon by his side?”

  “Don't worry!” Tifon said. “You all just focus on distracting the Golden Blade. He won't even have the time to defeat you all before I apprehend the demon and break its spell!”

  Actually, now that Drakkel heard what they said, everything made sense. Sword’s Clan Leadership was usually passed down in one of two ways, either through one of the head disciples or through children of the Clan Leader. However, The Forging Rivers Clan seemed to have a problem, as the former was preferred over the latter. If the Clan Leader had children, Leadership of the Swords Clan was usually passed to them. But they still had to prove themselves and be one of the best disciples in the clan. This wasn't the case for Tifon though, for it seemed someone else was far more capable.

  Perhaps his father was already thinking of passing down the clan to this ‘Litoren Bovis’ instead of him.

  “You shouldn’t spread lies, Tifon.” Rillian Adore said. “I’m sure you know what it means to stand against me.”

  Tifon cupped his hands together. “It really wasn't my intention to go against your wishes! But you're clearly not in your right mind! We need to find out who it is that currently follows you. Your honor may be ruined if something unsavory comes out about him later, right everyone?!”

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  The disciples around him voiced their agreement.

  “I didn’t ask for your help,” Rillian Adore said coldly.

  Tifon nodded. “I know, but I'm worried. Demons are liars and tricksters. That man with you could be in league with them and you wouldn’t even know it! Just let us take him back. My clan or yours, it doesn’t matter!”

  “I told you before, he isn’t going anywhere.” Rillian Adore said, pulling out his weapon.

  The corners of Tifon’s lips curled down, “I suppose we’ll have to do this the hard way then. I'll have to apologize ahead of time for inconveniencing you.”

  The three unnamed disciples went after Rillian Adore while Tifon attacked Drakkel. Between Tifon’s attacks, Drakkel didn’t have the time to pay attention to what was happening to Rillian Adore.

  Tifon shot sword energy-enhanced attacks at Drakkel, combining them with physical attacks.

  Being fully aware of the differences in their sword level, Drakkel didn’t dare take them on.

  He carried no weapons, so he had to resort to hand techniques. If he was still a sword master, even without his sword, beating someone of this level would have been child’s play. But because his cultivation had severely weakened, he found himself struggling.

  He had trouble with him before, but with some time away, he had already memorized some of his moves allowing him to survive a little longer. It's just that his sword energy and reflexes could barely keep up with what he learned so he had a difficult time beating him head on.

  Also because he had tried it so many times, he knew he couldn’t maintain his sword energy if he used it too much. If he wanted to defeat the man in front of him, he had to time its use, utilizing it only when he knew it would hit its mark.

  He continued to dodge Tifon’s attacks, looking for an opening when he heard a loud scream come from the direction in which Rillian Adore was fighting.

  Tifon’s eyes shifted towards it for a moment and Drakkel saw an opportunity. He dashed over to him and timed a sword-energy enhanced strike at the arm holding the whip.

  Upon contact, a loud crack reverberated through the air.

  The whip dropped from Tifon's hand as he screamed loudly, cradling his broken arm. With proper and prompt medical attention, Drakkel knew it would heal perfectly in three months. He made sure to not completely take away Tifon's ability to fight, not wanting to deal with the possible consequences.

  The members attacking Rillian Adore seemed to be distracted after that as Drakkel heard another scream come from Rillian Adore’s side.

  He knew Rillian Adore had defeated his opponents when one last scream followed soon after.

  Drakkel hit Tifon’s acupoints, making sure he couldn’t move. Then he shifted his gaze to Rillian Adore.

  Rillian Adore had knocked out the three disciples attacking him.

  Together they had easily subdued the group.

  “Nice work.” Drakkel said.

  Rillian Adore bowed his head.

  As Drakkel looked at Tifon who could only make a frustrated expression, but couldn’t voice his thoughts, he asked, “So, what should we do with them?”

  Rillian Adore thought for a moment, then answered, “It appears Tifon was the strongest amongst them. Since he’s injured, we should leave him here. The three I fought will wake up in around thirty minutes. They shouldn’t be met with any danger during that time since this road is relatively safe.”

  “Seems fair.” Drakkel said. “Then they can undo Tifon's acupoints when they wake up.”

  Rillian Adore nodded.

  Drakkel continued, “Let’s hurry and leave. If anyone catches us here, it might incriminate us. I know your clan is strong, but we don't need them fighting with the Forging Rivers clan for no reason.”

  Afterwards, Drakkel and Rillian Adore set the four people at the side of the road and left them there.

  Tifon angrily stared at them as they left them there but Drakkel ignored him. When he challenged them, he should have already prepared for the worst.

  He was happy that throughout the fighting, his bamboo hat had remained on. Even if Tifon held a grudge he wouldn't know where to direct it.

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