Inheritors of Ancient Civilization

Chapter 5: The Immortal Little Strong

Rodin saw that his first strike was dodged by this guy. He glanced at Jaina beside him, feeling a bit embarrassed. After all, he had once been the president of the Alliance Mage Association. If not for the slow recovery of magical power in this world, he wouldn't have been able to evade this human's attack. In Azeroth, he could even manipulate a fireball that had already flown out, but here it wouldn't work because he lacked sufficient mental energy.

Rodin was just about to gather his magic for another attack when he felt a flash of cold light before his eyes. Jaina hadn't even had time to shout out. Rodin felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Looking down, he saw that blood was gushing out uncontrollably. A sharp flying knife had pierced through Rodin's abdomen. It turned out that this treacherous human, while dodging his attack, had thrown a flying knife at him from an incredible angle. Rodin had been too careless, never expecting such speed from someone so weak.

Roddin was enraged. The intense pain continuously stimulated his brain, and he found that the speed of concentrating magical power was much faster than usual. Without a care, he reached out and pulled out the dagger embedded in his abdomen. Roddin used his magical power to temporarily seal the ruptured blood vessels and looked at Jaina's worried expression.

The air seemed to sense Rodin's anger, and the temperature around him was rapidly dropping. A ball of ice in Rodin's hand was continuously gathering, greedily absorbing energy from the air, growing larger and larger. The Sword Saint was stunned. What kind of superpower was this? It defied conventional judgment. He had seen many superpowered individuals before, and there were numerous records of various superpowered beings at the Sea Eagle's headquarters. However, all the records were similar; no superpowered individual could simultaneously control two completely different abilities. But the Eastern man before him had just controlled a fire energy attack on himself and now was gathering a ball of cold ice. This didn't seem like a superpower at all; it more closely resembled a mage from Western fantasy novels. But did such mages really exist in this world? If they did, why wouldn't the Sea Eagle's forces have gathered any information on them?

Without time to think, the ice ball in Luo Ding's hand had already transformed into countless sharp and fine ice blades, swiftly closing in on him. After the battle with the eight members of the Chinese Imperial Guard, the Sword Saint's body no longer sensed any special abilities; the ice blades before his eyes almost sealed off all his escape routes.

The Sword Saint, helpless, took out a syringe and plunged it into his own heart. Strangely, something happened. The Sword Saint's body instantly swelled several times larger. The ice blades shot by Rodin collided with the Sword Saint's body, but not even a scratch was left. The fierce attack was thus easily deflected.

Super Ability? No! The Sword Saint couldn't muster any energy at all. Besides, without the Twin Dragon Shadow Sword, even if he had super abilities, they would only be considered third-rate. The reason for his body's sudden expansion was due to the substance he had just injected. It was a new drug developed in the United States that instantly stimulates human potential. Since it is still in the experimental stage and not widely available, if this drug proves successful, it could significantly enhance individual combat capabilities among soldiers. People who received this injection experience their muscles swelling several times over in a short period, with astonishing resistance to impact, much like the Hulk in movies. However, the effect lasts only a few minutes. After those few minutes, the person will lose strength and fall into a coma.

Of course, Rodin didn't know. The human before him, swollen in that instant, looked like the ultimate secret of the Holy Knights of Azeroth —— the descent of the gods. Rodin didn't dare to be careless. He quickly gathered his ice magic and cast a layer of frost barrier around himself.

The Sword Saint knew that if he didn't kill the two people in front of him while the potion was still taking effect, he might be the one to die. With a roar like a wild beast, the Sword Saint leaped forward, rising over ten meters. Accelerating through free fall, he swiftly approached Rodin from above his head.

The moment he came into contact with Rodin, Rodin's mouth curled slightly, and a flash left a trail of shadows in the air. He appeared about ten meters in front of the Sword Saint.

The massive body of the Sword Saint could not withstand the powerful impact. The entire figure was wasted, plunging into the soil and raising a cloud of dust. Rodin did not give him another chance, taking advantage of his struggle to get up from the ground. He began to gather energy from the air. Space seemed to warp, and the ground once again erupted with a cloud of yellow sand. Several small tornadoes formed around Rodin.

"Great Wind Elemental, heed my call and raise the sky with yellow sand to obscure the sun's brilliance!" As the incantation was chanted, three massive columns of tornado approached the Sword Saint from three different directions, carrying the power to destroy everything. Anyone caught in these three columns would surely be torn apart.

"Feel my anger!" Three massive tornado columns instantly lifted the Sword Saint, who was still stuck on the ground, into the sky. The howling wind mixed with the Sword Saint's agonized roars. In just a few seconds, the Sword Saint had been lifted to dozens of meters above the ground. Rodin quickly withdrew his power. The tornado vanished in an instant. Only a faint scent of blood lingered in the air.

The pain in the wound quickly spread to Rodin's body. There was not enough magic left to hold the wound, and the bright red blood stained Rodin's clothes red.

Striding toward Jaina with weary steps. Rodin's gaze began to waver; his magic was already severely depleted, almost drained of all his power to summon the three tornadoes. Though he had eliminated the enemy, he was utterly exhausted. However, Rodin did not realize that the nightmare was far from over. He had underestimated this human too much.

Just as he reached Jaina's side, Rodin's eyes went black, and he fell down. Almost simultaneously with Rodin's fall, a loud boom echoed from behind him. The Sword Saint, the Sword Saint, he hadn't been torn apart by the massive wind force. He crashed heavily to the ground. But Rodin had no strength left to fight; he tried hard to draw more magic from his body, but it only hastened his unconsciousness. The world plunged into darkness, and Rodin could no longer open his eyes, his consciousness beginning to blur.

Jaina looked at the human before her in disbelief. Although Rodin's magical power was not yet strong enough, even so, the powerful wind column that had just formed would have been enough to sweep him away if he were caught in it. Time ticked by, and the Sword Saint made no move, quietly crawling in the large pit he had dug out.

Sure, here is the translation: Could it be that, though this human wasn't torn apart by the powerful wind, he was thrown to his death? Hmm! Very likely. Falling from such a great height, and not being a mage who could use the slow fall technique, it's no wonder he died! Just as Jaina was about to go over and see what happened, a terrifying laugh came from the Sword Saint!

"Hahaha, ignorant Easterners, is that all you have? Do you really think you can kill me with just this much skill? I am the second-in-command of the U.S. Sea Eagle Special Operations Unit. The second most powerful person in this world!" The Sword Saint slowly got up from the ground, shook off the dust on his body, though he looked extremely disheveled, Jaina could still sense a strong energy fluctuation emanating from him.

Let me die! The Sword Saint roared, leaped forcefully into the air, and landed swiftly, already in front of Jaina. In just a moment, he had closed the ten-meter gap. Without any technique, only astonishing speed, the Sword Saint's massive fist crashed toward Jaina and Rodin. Jaina quickly formed a defensive barrier. Although she withstood the Sword Saint's fatal punch, she was still in great pain, blood gushing from her mouth in large gulps. Before she could catch her breath, the Sword Saint kicked out again. The weak defensive barrier trembled slightly before shattering under the overwhelming force. Jaina was sent flying by the Sword Saint's kick, landing over twenty meters away, knocking down a large number of tree trunks before coming to a stop.