Lord Of Martial Arts

The fine streaks of law danced like living creatures.

The Rule Soul Avatar concentrated his Spirit Power with all his strength and observed them moving around.

Wisps of new Law of Witcher Poison seemed to appear out of nowhere, their origins untraceable.

The poison began gradually spreading through his blood, amplifying his pain.

His eyes sparkled with silvery light which poured into his veins, trying to locate the source of the poison and stop it.

But he failed. The poison spread quicker than he could catch up to it, making it more difficult for him to maintain his silvery eyes state.

Several hours later, the poison had overtaken his body. He was in extreme pain and was unable to move.

A long while later, black-robed figures suddenly appeared and landed beside the Rule Soul Avatar and Darren.

"He's been poisoned as well."

"We must cure his poison first, or we won't be able to cut off the soul contact between him and Darren."

The Twelve Great Witchers had been searching a long time but they had finally located Darren and the Rule Soul Avatar.

The north wind howled and turned the heaven and earth a dark yellow. The Twelve Great Witchers surrounded the Rule Soul Avatar and paid no mind to Darren.

The obscure chant floated across the airwaves in this desolate ancient world and wisps of light scattered across the Rule Soul Avatar's body.

"It's been too long. The poisoning has advanced greatly and Darren is dying."

Getting rid of the poison of ancient witchers with their Witcher Power was very difficult for the Twelve Great Witchers. Several months passed and still the Rule Soul Avatar hadn't been cured.

After enduring torture for so long, Darren was on the verge of death.

If he died now, the Rule Soul Avatar would dissipate as well. The Twelve Great Witchers did not want this to happen.

They had to at least keep him alive for now. So, they were forced to make an effort to save him.

"Go keep Darren alive," the leader of the Twelve Great Witchers ordered one of the others.

"Yes, sir."

The Great Witcher landed beside Darren and released his Witcher Power and unique life energy into his body.

Darren trembled unstoppably. His long lost consciousness finally showed signs of recovery. However, no one could see these signs, not even the Great Witcher.

'Am I alive or dead? What is this?' Darren wondered to himself.

Such a question occurred to him naturally, as it would

Avatar's eyes.

This time, however, he didn't use the silvery light to explore the poison, but sent it into his soul instead.

He was already in so much pain that it didn't matter if his soul was pierced through.

In fact, the pain from the poison was so overwhelming, that he didn't even feel the silvery light piercing through his soul.

It then took a trace of his soul and flew out, back into his veins.

'I see!'

Now the Rule Soul Avatar saw everything clearly. Through the wisp of soul on the silvery light, the law silk threads of the poison were magnified infinitely.

It was as if he had been shrunk down so tiny that he was able to see the bacteria itself.

The complete structure of the Law of Witcher Poison was revealed to him. It appeared to be black metal chains that looked very much like waves of water.

They were being produced right before his eyes.

The Rule Soul Avatar observed and saw millions of Laws of Witcher Poison emerging from an infinitesimally small hole.

It was no wonder he had not been able to see it before. The hole was a million times smaller than the actual Law of Witcher Poison, so how was he supposed to see it clearly?

The Rule Soul Avatar split off a microscopic wisp of silvery light, carrying a tiny trace of his soul, and launched it into the hole.

He tried several times but failed over and over as the hole was closing too fast.

But of course he would not give up so easily. He continued splitting the silvery light and the soul. After thousands of tries, against all odds, a tiny wisp of silvery light finally managed to carry his soul into the small hole.