Chapter 57

As the sunlight gradually changed its path, time slipped away unnoticed.

A qualified assassin would patiently wait for the target to appear, even if they became numb, their spirit remained meticulous. The moment the target appeared, they would strike with a ferocity that was as swift as a bolt of lightning.

Waiting is a test.

Even if a long wait does not bring the desired result, such training will make one's spirit more resilient.

Xiaolan is not an assassin, but he has the patience of one.

Therefore, he still quietly waited, hidden among the grass and trees, waiting for the result he anticipated.

The process of waiting is a torment to the spirit. Prolonged concentration is like a taut bowstring; the next moment, whether it breaks or relaxes, is fatal.

If one's will is not strong enough, a moment's lapse can lead to different thoughts suddenly emerging, shaking and dispersing one's attention. Such an impact will inevitably lead to failure.

The suppression of one's breath did not interfere with the prediction of perception. If he could describe it, he would think of the radar from his previous life, scanning all suspicious targets.

A high-ranking swordsman has a pride that sets them apart, and behind this pride is the strength they rely on.

Sword skills, strength, speed.

All of these are derived from the energy stored within the body.

After the fall of the gods, the FerNu law was formed. People who could not communicate with the law began to explore other paths, as they did not want to be weak.

The weak depend on the strong to survive, and the strong rule and exploit the weak to exist. This is the unchanging truth of this world.

After the suffering of the age of the gods, the long-suppressed and endured finally erupted. People began to seek power and freedom, fearing that they might one day become weak again and be unable to resist.

In fact, there is no difference between humans and gods; the difference lies in the disparity of power.

This power created the gap between them. When people began to obtain this power, their boundless ambition and desire had already made their souls lose themselves. Unconsciously, they had become the "gods" they once cursed and hated.

The world remained unchanged, but the ones above them had changed.

On the path to seeking power, some people developed a wondrous energy flow through physical training, which began to lead the transformation of the world.

During the age of the gods, no one knew about this energy because they had never felt it.

After the formation of the FerNu law, this energy also emerged, and people began to regard it as a legacy bestowed by the law to the world.

The generation of energy originates from the absorption during self-training. When the energy within the body becomes full and substantial, it undergoes a qualitative change.

The differences in people's physical constitutions determine their ability to absorb and store energy. In reality, although everyone can practice energy, only a few can truly stand out.

Understanding and using energy are obstacles that stand in people's way.

When the energy within the body is formed, people can manipulate the energy flow within their body. The degree of control over this process also determines the peak of their future strength.

The energy flow within the body can not only strengthen the body and sharpen the senses but also reduce physical damage and pain, achieving a healing effect.

The qualitative change of energy determines the strength of its effects, and the use of energy also influences each person's development.

When people habitually focus their energy on a specific aspect, the energy's compatibility with that aspect becomes far superior to others. For swordsmen of the same rank, one who focuses on speed and one who distributes energy evenly, the result is obvious: the one focused on speed will win with overwhelming strength.

This is one way to use energy.

Those who attempt to make energy compatible and enhance all aspects are either fools or madmen.

Throughout the history of Eldran, only a few people have achieved comprehensive compatibility, and these few undoubtedly dominated their respective eras.

Dreaming of becoming such people will only make one more mediocre, as they are not the favored ones of the FerNu law. They may have talent, but in the end, they may not grow to that height and die young.

Geniuses are envied, and the greatest geniuses die young.

Xiaolan is not a genius; he just has a mysterious system.

Without this system, he would have died in the year of the misty flowers. If he were still alive, a mid-level swordsman would have been his peak.

He understands his abilities better than anyone. He is not strong enough to rely on himself to become strong. The only thing he can depend on is the system that keeps pushing him to new heights.

The system is a cold existence.

Do not beg for its mercy; it will only make you passively accept everything. If you slack off or give up, it will mercilessly turn into a dead object, leaving you with nothing.

Xiaolan focused his use of energy on speed, reaction, and movement.

His choice was simple because he wanted to live.

Being able to run faster than others when fleeing is a kind of victory.

The speed of his reactions and movements made him like an assassin. Without absolute certainty, a missed strike would allow him to quickly escape.

As a swordsman, he did not have sophisticated sword skills, only basic and practical military sword techniques. He firmly believed that as long as his sword was faster than others, any technique was useless.

Suddenly, he sensed that many strangers emitting strong auras were approaching. Who were they?

He suddenly thought, were these people the accomplices of the mysterious high-ranking swordsmen on the viewing platform?

What did they want to do?

According to their direction, their target was the white "prison" from which he had escaped.

...

"Tyrlant, you're finally awake!"

Tyrlant slowly opened his eyes and heard a familiar, caring voice. His vision gradually cleared, and he saw Angiro's anxious face.

Struggling to sit up, a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen made him groan in pain.

"If you don't want to die now, stop this reckless action immediately," Angiro angrily pressed him back down.

"What time is it now?"

Looking out the window at the still bright light, Tyrlant squinted and weakly asked.

"It will be dusk soon."

"Dusk, huh? It seems I was unconscious for a short time," Tyrlant smiled lightly.

"Tyrlant! Your body can no longer lead. Let me take your place and confront the king."

Seeing his friend in this state, Angiro gritted his teeth and said.

He could no longer bear it. Was he really going to watch him die? He couldn't do it!

"Nothing can change my decision! Not even you! Don't do anything foolish. I will have Waldorf monitor and resolve everything," Tyrlant looked at him, his eyes firm and serious.

"You—"

Angiro clenched his fists and glared at him, angrily slamming his hand on the bed. "Is there no room for negotiation?"

Tyrlant gently shook his head. "I think Waldorf will bring news soon. Perhaps, there is no turning back."

Looking at Angiro's pained face, Tyrlant sighed lightly. "What about your task? Have you completed the instructions?"

"I have gathered the most loyal members of the society. The nobles and ministers are all concentrated and ready for action, but during the process, we discovered that some had escaped!"

Mentioning the escape, Angiro became angry again.

"How many escaped? Who are they?" Tyrlant asked, sitting up straight.

"According to our information, three people. One is the well-known Teig Husev Amanta, the other two seem to be minor nobles from outside the capital, Norvind Silandorf Aray and Drev Sil. According to the members guarding Amanta and the nobles who provided the information, Amanta pretended to be dead to draw their attention, while Aray took the opportunity to knock out all our members and escape by changing their clothes. The other minor noble, Sil, seems to have mysteriously disappeared during the chaos caused by your assassination," Angiro explained slowly.

"Wait, you said the noble named Aray knocked out all of us? Why didn't any of the members raise the alarm?" After a moment of thought, Tyrlant asked, seizing on a point of confusion.

"The noble named Aray was unfamiliar. According to the nobles we interrogated, they did not know him. Amanta introduced him, and they only knew he was from the Dolan province. Most importantly, his skills were very strong. The members guarding Amanta were almost all knocked out simultaneously, seemingly without any chance to react," Angiro said solemnly.

After a long silence, Tyrlant sighed. "Forget it, let them escape, but make sure to guard the remaining nobles carefully."

"Understood!"

Angiro said seriously. If he found any more nobles attempting to escape, he would not hesitate to kill them.

He would not accept a second humiliation.

"You're awake?"

The voice of the black-robed figure suddenly echoed in the room. Both of them turned their eyes to see him appear mysteriously before them.

"Waldorf, I hope you bring good news," Tyrlant said with a forced smile as the black-robed figure appeared.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Tyrlant, it seems your message did not change the king's mind. The capital guards have already been mobilized," the black-robed figure said in a low voice.

"What?"

Angiro, standing beside him, was stunned as he looked at the black-robed figure. Although he had already accepted this result, hearing the bad news still shook his nerves. He turned to look at Tyrlant, as this might be their last meeting.

"Angiro, go and complete your task."

Tyrlant closed his eyes and struggled to raise his hand, signaling him to leave.

"But you—"

"Angiro, don't disappoint me. Our dreams, our future, are in your hands. I don't want to hear the sound of hope after I die. The kingdom's revival is not yet complete; I will not rest in peace."

"Take care!"

"Take care!"

Their hands clasped tightly, a final farewell between friends.