Chapter 1389 Broken Arm
“All right. I’m done playing with you.” Jared then took in a deep breath before opening up his right palm. The Dragonslayer Sword appeared in his hand in a flash. The moment it manifested, their surroundings seemed to change colors for a moment.
A buzzing noise then came from the inside of the Dragonslayer Sword as if it was the cry of a bloodthirsty being. Zion grimaced as he stared at Jared’s Dragonslayer Sword and sensed its aura.
Meanwhile, after Jared took another deep breath, the spiritual energy in him began to boil. “The first technique of Nine Shadows!”
Jared raised the sword above his head before jumping into the air. Then, he swung the sword downward in a swift slash. A flash from the sword rushed toward Zion.
Thump! It struck the spot right before Zion and left a deep crack in the ground. Zion had to hastily retreat and roll away from the spot to avoid Jared’s slash.
Zion was far from composed by then. Although the slash had not hit him, the sword energy had made white cracks appear on his armor.
At that, Zion turned to gape at Jared in disbelief. He knew that he was no longer a match for Jared. Jared was only fighting him for the sake of practice.
With that thought in mind, pride seeped away from Zion. In the next instant, he clambered to his feet and turned to flee. He was the president of Warriors Alliance, but at that moment, he was like a mutt who had lost its owner as he ran without hesitation.
“Running away, are we? Not that easy!” Jared scoffed and leaped into the air again for another swing of his Dragonslayer Sword. “The second technique of Nine Shadows!”
A ray of white light shot out from the Dragonslayer Sword and headed straight for the escaping Zion. Despite having his back toward Jared, Zion could sense the incoming danger. However, he dared not turn around; he could only zig-zag and leap to dodge the attack.
Swoosh! Zion dodged it, but the beam slashed through Zion’s left arm and chopped it off. Blood spurted everywhere, and Zion frowned from the pain.
Still, he dared not slow down at all. In fact, he never bothered to stem the bleeding as he ran into the forest and disappeared into the woods.
When Jared reached the spot where the chopped-off arm lay, the murderous intent in his eyes grew even more intense. “Hmph. I’m going to kill you even if it means chasing you all the way to Jadeborough!”
A pale blue flame appeared on Jared’s palm. Then, with a wave of his hand, he burned Zion’s left arm until nothing was left at that spot.
Meanwhile, Zion had fled dozens of kilometers away despite the pain he had to endure. By then, his face was devoid of color. When he noticed that Jared did not come after him, Zion sat down by a tree and heaved a sigh of relief.
Upon looking at his missing arm, Zion was filled with rage. After all, his overall power would drastically decrease because he was missing an arm.
He was even less of a match for Jared by then. In fact, he would even have trouble going up against a Semi Martial Arts Marquis. “I will kill you, Jared Chance, even if it’s the last thing I do!” Zion roared.
He then slowly stood up and looked in the direction of Jadeborough, but he did not head toward the city. He knew he was doomed if he were to go back to Jadeborough.
What he wanted at that moment was revenge. If he wanted to kill Jared, he would have to find help. After a moment of contemplation, Zion went back the same way he came from—toward the south.
Not far down his path was the sea. After Zion boarded a small boat, he headed out to sea.
