Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren spotted a crowd of people as he walked down the street. There were young men and women of different human talents coming into the city from different places in the world.

As Darren walked by, he noticed a lot of disgusted glares in his direction.

"Look at him, a common holy warrior by comprehending the Holy Will. What is he doing here?"

"Maybe he is from some great clan and he's just dropping by for a look."

"Yes, it must be because of his family background."

People whispered along the way.

Darren chose to ignore their dull gossip.

He stepped into the nearby tavern. Darren had sorely missed the merriment of eating and drinking in the many years that had passed.

"Get me some food and good wine." Darren found a table and sat down.

A waiter came over.

"Sir, we don't serve normal dishes here. All our dishes are made of high-grade herbs. Naturally, they're very expensive. Are you sure you'd like to eat here?"

The waiter looked Darren up and down and assumed he couldn't be a very wealthy man.

"Bring me whatever you'd recommend, then. Please remember that the wine must be good." Darren kept his cool.

"Of course," the waiter answered in a low voice contemptuously.

"I heard the eighteen Governors and the four greatest holy warriors chased the first fiend ancestor, but they were no match for him," said a voice from another table.

"Apparently, halfway through the battle a mysterious youth showed up. They say he was as handsome as a god! With just the turn of his palm a world collapsed and he fought the first fiend ancestor all on his own. The fiend was beaten half to death. What a powerful young man!"

Darren could clearly hear the chit-chat from the other tables.

"Yeah, I heard his name is Darren Chu. His strength is horrifying."

"No, no. He isn't Darren. He is just Darren's avatar."

"Really? I wonder how terrifying the real Darren is then?"

Darren was a bit embarrassed about eavesdropping since the conversation was obviously about himself.

Suddenly, everyone heard loud thumping noises coming from above them.

There seemed to be a fight going on in the attic of the tavern.

A bloodied young man then fell from the attic.

"Let go of my sister!"

The young man looked up, his eyes red with blood. A few young men walked down cheekily

ring Darren's strength back then, all he wanted was to kill Darren. Now that Darren's strength had surpassed his own, Myron was begging for mercy like a dog. His arrogance was nowhere to be found.

"Oh, do you think I care about handsome rewards?"

"Darren!" Hearing this, Myron knew that it had become useless to beg for mercy. He suddenly shot up and proclaimed proudly, "If you dare to kill me, my father will definitely behead you. I'd advise you not to risk your life like that."

In the next second, another loud bang rang through.

Darren's palm struck Myron as fast as lightning.

Myron's head exploded and his corpse fell to the ground with a loud thump.

"Scumbag," Darren spat.

"He...he...he really killed Myron."

"Let's hurry up. The Governor of the Blue Cloud City will be here soon. If we don't leave now, we'll be in trouble."

"Oh, no! This is not going to end well. A war is going to break out between two cities."

Everyone in the tavern was shocked and afraid when they saw Darren kill Myron. They all flew away in fear of getting mixed up into the chaos.

"Are you all right?" Darren helped the woman up and healed her injuries.

"Thank you, Mr. Chu!" The woman and her brother knelt down crying. They expressed their utmost gratitude for Darren's help.

"You're welcome. He deserved it. Please hurry and find Anthony. Tell him you are friends of Darren."

Darren ordered them to flee, but he decided to stay and see the Governor. He wondered what kind of Governor he was to have raised a son like Myron.