Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 86 I Can Help You

"Darren, how do you know that? Even I can't be sure of that right now."

Michael's face was frozen in genuine surprise.

Seeing the old man's face of surprise, Darren smiled in return and told Michael about the situation—he

had encountered several Mysterious Realm masters on his way back to the Ilmen Sect that day.

With a sigh, Michael nodded. "The Wonder Realm master who is in the dark has Alan's surname. I'm

certain that the School of Blade Skill is going to revolt against the Ilmen Sect. It's a shame that I'm too

old and incompetent now. I haven't even reached the Wonder Realm. I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid

the disaster."

"Sir, you just delivered an earthshaking stroke just now. Is that really not a skill of the Wonder Realm?"

Even Darren had felt the power of the stroke—it was a truly powerful move.

Michael's withered body seemed rather weak as he coughed. With a ponderous shake of his head, he

wryly said, "I forced myself to carry out my unfulfilled Omnipotent Talent Skill in the hopes of scaring

him…it may buy some more time to find a solution. If that Wonder Realm master had meddled, the

situation would've gone out of control. But I didn't expect to do so much damage to myself by using the

skill."

It was clear to Darren how seriously wounded Michael was—it was because of being discovered by the

hidden Wonder Realm master that Michael struggled so much.

"You've suffered a great deal…" Looking at Michael's pale face, Darren couldn't bear it.

"Your Omnipotent Talent Skill has achieved the same results as the Avatar Skill in spite of the

differences in the moves. If you reach a higher level, it will have earth-shattering power," Darren

recalled the appalling palms in the sky.

Hearing Darren's words, Michael's eyes brightened with approval. "You're young, that's true. But you've

already earned a lot. I've only relayed the superficial part of the Avatar Rule. It is called Myriad Palm

Shadows. Forget it. It's too abstruse for your level of understanding."

The force of the rule was really abstruse, anyway. Even Michael had to spend dozens of years

comprehending just the slightest part of it—how could a mere juvenile understand?

But Darren was not a normal juvenile, not in the slightest.

"Avatar Rule? Sir, could you explain that to me in detail? Maybe I can help you enter the Wonder

Realm."

After Darren killed the flood dragon that day, he managed to obtain the "Demonic Blood Skill" inherited

by the dragon lineage.

Although he wasn't able to fully comprehend the skill, he was certain that the silvery silk threads he

saw were much more complicated and useful than the superficial part Michael was describing. "Darren,

do you know of it? The Avatar Rule?" Michael asked, puzzled.

"It was a lucky coincidence—I've dabbled in the rule. But the silvery silk threads were too complicated

for me to comprehend…I don't know for sure if I can help you," Darren explained flatly, leaving Michael

dazed and excited.

"What?" he said after a long while. "Silvery silk threads? You saw the silvery silk threads? Genius,

extraordinary genius! Heaven has an eye on you, my goodness.

I can't believe I have this chance to encounter such a person in my lifetime."

Almost hysterical, Michael's eyes began to water.

Meanwhile, on the Blade Mountain of the Ilmen Sect, some masters with a strong aura were discussing

something in an adytum.

"Alan, Michael is quite a hard nut to crack. He's reached the Wonder Realm…there's no going back

from there."

An old man, clad in black, seated high in the adytum, sighed heavily.

"Grand Uncle, you've promised me to seize the power of the Ilmen Sect. You're not backing out, are

you? It was my father who gave up the opportunity to enter the Hold Land for you."

"Eh?"

The words caught the man's attention, displeasing him instantly, "Don't talk about such old issues all

the time. Do you think I'm the kind of man to break my word? Hmph."

"Well, my words were rather rash. Please forgive me, Grand Uncle. So, in your opinion, when should

we get the ball rolling?"

Alan's terror didn't prevent him from chuckling to himself. After so many years of seemingly pointless

effort, he would be taking power over the Ilmen Sect.

"Do as planned. When the Five Schools Competition begins, everyone will be there. No one can

escape."

The old man then closed his eyes and calmed his spirit. "I've sent people to go back to the Blade Holy Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Land and call in my friend for help. I can get rid of Michael if I work with my friend. Get everything

prepared, we only have five days," he added.

With that, Alan bowed and took his leave, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

'Thomas, Devin…I will kill both of you and all your disciples on that day. I will avenge my son's death!'

he said firmly to himself.

Inside a bamboo hut, Darren and Michael continued discussing.

"It's true. You've touched the real Avatar Rule. It's too amazing, boy!"

After a lengthy conversation, Michael was fully convinced that Darren had connected with the Avatar

Rule.

"In that case, can I help you? After all, we're both connected with it," Darren suggested.

With a small laugh, Michael said, "I'm afraid your help is quite limited in other cases. But I've read a skill

about telepathic communication. I may get a glimmer of opportunity to enter the Wonder Realm so long

as you devote yourself to the comprehension of the rule!" The thought lightened Michael up with

pleasure. Finally, he had a chance to reach the high level of his skill. He had been indulging in the

Avatar Rule for too many years.

With the plan settled, Michael led Darren to another area. A great commotion might be started once he

reached the Wonder Realm. By then, he would be unable to hold out an attack from Alan's grand uncle,

a Wonder Realm master.

Soon, the two reached an adytum filled with mysterious runes.

"The founder of the Ilmen Sect created this adytum. He was at the supreme stage of the Wonder

Realm. No man from outside can feel a single breath from us. Now, do as I say, Darren."

"Please go ahead," Darren nodded promptly.

"You may need to suffer because it's very difficult to comprehend the genuine Avatar Rule with your

current realm and talent. Speaking of that, what is your cultivation talent, boy?" Michael asked all of a

sudden.

"Earth Degree talent," Darren flatly reported. It was rather surprising for Michael. Once again, a

delighted spark shone in his eyes.

With an encouraging pat on Darren's shoulder, he said, "My talent is only on the eighth level of the

Black Degree.

I'm nothing compared to you. It's no wonder you've condensed Sword Core inside your body at such a

young age. You're at the Earth Degree for your talent" Michael couldn't help casting admiring glances

at the boy.

"You're praising me too much, Sir. Mere talent isn't enough for a warrior to reach his peak. Efforts and

wit play much more important roles. I have much to learn," Darren returned humbly.

"Well, that's great." Michael concluded, "You're neither conceited nor rash. That in itself is a rare talent.

No more crap, then. Let's begin."

With a firm nod, Darren agreed. He then concentrated his mind and began connecting with the

Omnipotent Talent Skill, "Blood Dragon Illusion."

In a moment, the world made up of the silvery silk threads appeared in his mind once again, mingling

and tangling so wildly that it made him dizzy.

Beside him, Michael watched him closely without so much as a blink. Using his skill of communication,

he tried to pry into Darren's mind, digging for what he craved so deeply.

As time passed, Darren felt as though his head was splitting into two. It seemed he could barely hold

out anymore.

"Ha… I've almost connected with a thread… come on…"

In spite of the struggle, Darren did all he could to maintain his comprehension.

"I'm almost there… come on!"

Gritting his teeth hard, he concentrated his mind on a single smooth, silvery, silk thread.

'Ow… it hurts…'

Inwardly, Darren couldn't help crying out.

Beside him, Michael's face swiftly changed. At one moment, he would frown and speak in a low voice.

At another moment, he had his eyes closed, completely lost in thought. His forehead was drenched in

sweat.

'You've suffered a lot, Darren. But you must hold out. I'm almost there, ' Michael said to himself.

Before long, Darren's face turned entirely pale as he pushed himself on the verge of collapsing.

Suddenly, a roaring sound resounded in both of them.

"I made it!"

"I made it."

The two simultaneously exclaimed, finally satisfied with the result.