Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

In a land very far away from Chikitsa clan, a very pretty woman was about to take a cup of tea.

This woman was so pretty that light observably reflected off her skin.

She was relaxing in the outdoors as her eyes were on the huge mountain far off in the distance. Her position and power in the land could not be questioned or disobeyed. Naturally, her cultivation was very incredible.

"ahhh!" she sighed lowly. Today was a good day, and in her books, nothing could stop it from becoming promoted to a great day.

When many talked about inverting mountains and splitting the earth in two, there were definitely talking about her level of cultivation.

As she lay enjoying the breeze of the day on her mat, men and women in silver armour stood at different points. There was nothing she needed that was not provided at the snap of her fingers. She really lived a life of true freedom and bliss.

However, the moment she took the cup of tea to her mouth, the cup suddenly cracked from the handle and fell to the ground.

The ceramic cup broke into pieces as it touched the ground.

Immediately one of the guards in silver armour rushed over, "Holy Seer! is everything okay!?"

He saw that her cup of tea had touched the ground and tried to help but she stopped him, "Wait!!!"

She looked closely at the tea leaf and the water content on the ground. Her pretty eyes enlarged at the sight of the tea on the ground, and her mouth was left open.

She kept trying to talk and say something, but she just could not find the words.

the guard still did not understand what was happening and tried to pick up the broken pieces on the ground.

"I said LEAVE IT!!!" she waved her hand, slapping the guard away.

The force of which was so strong that he was flung several kilometres into the distance until he blasted into the mountain.

like one would swat a fly and it would be crushed, the unfortunate guard was crushed like an insignificant bug.

However, the woman did not even look in the direction of what she had just done.

In her opinion, she had done nothing more than wave her hand.

Her eyes remained intently on the broken cup on the ground. "This can't be," she whispered to herself, "he can't have found a way to acquire cultivation," she shook her head continuously, "But I tried! I did everything I could and even doubled down on Heaven's will in his life. By now, he is supposed to have given up and returned to the path Heaven had set for him. He is supposed to become the Hero that gives his life for the world."

She suddenly stood up, "Get me the priests from the church. Tell them to get my Divination Altar ready!"

"YES, HOLY SEER!" The order was not to any particular person, but none of the guards wanted to be the next bug that would be swatted out of anger.

There all rushed to do as she had instructed.

.....

Meanwhile, back at the Chikitsa Clan's graveyard...

Chiron held on tight to the crushed windpipe.

*Tip! Tap!!*

The drops of blood fell from his fingers.

Before him laid the first victim from the bunch of Assassins.

Under the light of the full moons, all the other Assassins could see the ugly state of their colleague. His eyes had rolled back into his head, showing their white that reflected the Moons light.

Blood jetted from his empty neck from time to time as what was left of him gaggled on the blood, still in a vain attempt at surviving.

The place was silent. The cold night wind blew, but it felt colder to the feel of the skin than usual. At least this was what Iron stab thought.

'He is just about nine years old!' Who freaking said that?

This boy had just killed an assassin that had years of training and experience like he was breaking a chicken's neck.

Iron stab was starting to recall the much information he had gathered on Chiron. At first, he had considered them to be baseless rumours, but as the saying went: 'Even in the words of a madman, there is some wisdom to be found.'

However, What he was seeing was proof that not just some, but all of the words of the madman were true.

He frowned tightly. The first person might have been careless, but not the remaining nine.

"Didn't you all hear what I just said? KILL HIM!!!"

*SWOOSH!!!*

Blade after blade came out of their sheaths in disharmony.

This time around, the men activated their spiritual energies and even their techniques before attacking.

One person had died. Five were in hiding.

Iron stab watched as three of the assassins attacked together.

The first attack came straight for his forehead. The second came from behind his knees, and the third came for his chest.

These men were fast, but Aura was a different kind of power that provided a different kind of benefit to its users.

Even if Chiron had closed his eyes to fight, these men could still be as clear as day to him.

He could feel it as his aura spread all around him. It sent information straight into his brain.

Their direction of attacks down to even minute details like the angle of their feet and muscle tension applied to the ground for movement.

All this, he could see, but he could see them without his eyes.

*BOOM!*

Their attacks unfortunately did not meet their mark. Chiron had jumped back with incredible speed but had hit the gravestone of another person behind him.

He had just become a cultivator and was not yet used to his newfound strength.

He hit the gravestone roughly and rolled a little on the ground.

However, he immediately stood up back to his feet with a smile on his face, and that was because of a particular alert he had gotten from the system.

>>Host has killed one. Do you want to absorb soul and temporarily mend Dantain wall?<<