Lord Of Martial Arts

Soon the black-armored man realized that the voice he heard was not that of his master. As he looked about, he was even more puzzled and startled to find that Darren was nowhere to be seen.

"Why are you so scared?" asked the voice, and it was closer this time—coming from directly behind him, in fact.

Horrified, he whirled and found none other than Darren standing before him, smiling and looking none the worse for wear.

"You!" the black-armored man gasped. "You... You can break the soul attack?"

He was exceedingly astonished. He'd never guessed that anyone could survive after withstanding the soul attack, let alone be unscathed, as this man apparently was.

"Of course I can. Otherwise, how do you think I could stand here talking to you?" Darren answered with carelessness.

At that moment, a desirous light came into the other man's eyes. Obviously, something was overpowering his fear: curiosity.

"How did you escape the attack?" he asked earnestly.

"It's none of your business." Darren strode over and stopped before his erstwhile enemy. "I know that you want to get rid of his control, is that right?"

The other man, powerful and imposing in his night-colored armor, trembled at those words. He had dreamed of freedom ever since the Misty Emperor had brought him back to life. The mere thought that he might stand a chance of getting it was overwhelming—and, perhaps, too good to be true. "What do you want from me?" he asked cautiously.

"It's simple," Darren explained. "Just let me out of this place, and I'll take you with me."

Dread shrouded the mind of the armored warrior, and he shook his head gravely. "That's impossible. My soul is in the hands of my master. I'm surely doomed if I try to escape." As lo

e sure to find a way to save me sooner or later, so I'm not in a hurry." Saying this, he went, sat down against the wall, and closed his eyes as if taking a nap. The silence stretched on and on, and he frowned, hoping his bluff would work. He wasn't sure what else he could say, if the black-armored man remained unconvinced.

After some time, the black-armored man spoke. "Aren't you afraid that he will kill you if I tell him that you are faking?"

"You can just go ahead and tell him what you saw," Darren replied slowly. "But I don't think you will. I mean, if you did, I'd be obliged to talk with him and let him know what sort of things you're thinking about.

From what I've seen so far, it's plain that he's extremely careful and suspicious about your loyalty. So, if I was to tell him that you're plotting to turn against him, I bet he would believe me.

Do you think he would keep a dangerous person by his side?"

Now the black-armored man was even more perturbed. Once again, he found no way to dispute with Darren's remarks. At last, he made up his mind and said, "You win. We will do as you say. Now get up! We may as well be on our way now."