Chapter 67

As the dust gradually settled, the blurred vision slowly became clear.

Even without using his eyes, the locked perception could detect the slowly emerging figure.

His armor and clothes were tattered, and Sapphireland panted heavily, his hurried defense having severely drained his strength. He was somewhat exhausted, so exhausted that he wanted to lie down on a soft bed immediately.

But there was no comfortable bed here, only the enemy who was eyeing him with a threatening gaze.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the black-robed man suddenly let out a strange exclamation, for he had detected a sneaky rat in his perception.

Not good!

While carrying the unconscious Tylrand, Xialan was about to quietly leave when a slight leakage of his aura instantly alerted him to a perception enveloping him. He had been discovered.

Sure enough, carrying an extra burden had exposed the inadequacy of his concealment. Since there was no way to avoid it, Xialan immediately released the suppressed energy in his body and burst into the fastest speed to flee.

"Gegert, that rat is yours!"

As soon as the other party made a move, the black-robed man immediately gave orders to his subordinate nearby.

The familiar aura made him somewhat concerned, for he was certain that the owner of the aura was the one who had escaped from him in the comprehensive building.

Who is he? Could it really be... Thinking this, he looked at Sapphireland, but the other party's next words dispelled his suspicion.

"Haha— I didn't expect that there would be people from other forces mixed in here. It's quite a surprise."

What the black-robed man could perceive, Sapphireland could also sense. That unfamiliar aura was definitely not from their people.

He couldn't see the black-robed man's face, but he could roughly guess his thoughts.

After the failed escape, the appearance of a disruptor who could ruin their carefully planned scheme couldn't help but make him feel a bit schadenfreude.

"By letting an important subordinate escape, do you really think you can keep me here?"

The person dispatched by the black-robed man to pursue him was not as strong as himself, but he was undoubtedly someone who could cause him trouble.

The black-robed man did not answer Sapphireland's question. Among his three important subordinates, Gegert's speed was the fastest, and only he had the ability to catch up with the other party.

He did not want to let the person escape, nor did he want to give up the prey in his hands.

"Excessive greed will ultimately leave you with nothing."

Sapphireland straightened his body, casually stretching his limbs, seemingly not troubled by the current predicament.

"Whether to act or not is one thing, but what I care more about is not having any regrets afterward," the black-robed man said calmly.

Without the black-robed man's orders, his subordinates were in a surrounding posture, ready to attack at any moment. If he were to be entangled, it would not be good for Sapphireland.

"The last move seemed to have caused you considerable consumption. I think you can't release it again, right?" Sapphireland said with a slight smile.

The black-robed man replied, "In this regard, you are no different from me."

The consumption of releasing a move, the consumption of hurried defense— from a certain perspective, their situations were the same. But the difference was that the black-robed man still had his subordinates.

"Are you sure they have the same ability to hinder my steps as you do?"

Sapphireland's eyes casually glanced around, his tone revealing a faint contempt.

The black-robed man raised his knife and said, "Perhaps this question should be left until you safely escape."

"Your name."

Sapphireland, now serious, looked at him.

"Valdorff."

"Valdorff? A very unfamiliar name," Sapphireland said after a moment of thought. "But it doesn't matter anymore. You have earned the right to be remembered by me."

"Quite an honor."

The black-robed man's words were tinged with sarcasm. Sometimes, being remembered isn't necessarily a good thing, especially if the person is your enemy.

...

In the vast and desolate academy.

On the quiet forest street, two black shadows suddenly appeared, one in front of the other, swiftly darting past and disappearing.

Behind them, the relentless pursuer slowly closed the distance. Xialan knew that if he didn't abandon the burden on his back, the outcome would be inevitable.

Was he really going to give up the hard-earned prey?

Considering his own safety, perhaps this was the right choice.

But he had another option: to completely eliminate the threat behind him.

However, he understood his own condition. The pain from the internal corrosion was affecting his normal strength. From the aura emitted by the pursuer, he could vaguely judge that the pursuer's strength was definitely a level higher than his own.

Attacking with a disadvantage was a foolish idea.

Grabbing Tylrand's hands that were draped over his shoulder, Xialan instantly threw him behind. Compared to the unknown gains, he was unwilling to risk his own life again.

Gegert, who was running at full speed, frowned and quickly reached out to catch the sudden obstacle. He knew who it was, so he did not choose to avoid it.

He thought he had died in that suppression, but he hadn't. It seemed the royal guards had another purpose for sparing his life.

Without further orders from Valdorff, Gegert would not take any unnecessary actions, such as killing him.

So, after placing him steadily on the ground, Gegert continued to pursue the target.

This action delayed him for a moment, and the distance between the target and him widened again. Gegert sneered inwardly. The plan was good, but ultimately, he would not escape his grasp. In terms of speed, he would not be inferior to any peer, let alone a mere newly-promoted high-ranking swordsman.

What's going on?

What surprised Xialan was that, when he thought he could completely shake off the pursuer, the distance between them continued to close. Could it be that—

Suddenly, he realized that the other party was also focused on speed.

The cooldown time for "Swift Movement" had long been over, but he was unsure if using it again would completely shake off the pursuer.

Time did not allow for any more hesitation. Putting aside his doubts, he activated "Swift Movement."

The sudden burst immediately widened the distance again. Gegert was startled, but his steps did not slow down. Seeing the target getting further away, he knew that if he didn't do something, the target might really escape his pursuit.

"Wind Shadow"

Gritting his teeth, in a critical situation, he pulled out a scroll from his body.

This was one of the few high-level scrolls he had. He originally intended to save it for a critical moment, but now it was being wasted on a mere rat, which made him grit his teeth in frustration.

If he couldn't complete this simple task assigned by Valdorff, what face would he have to return to his comrades?

He swore that after catching the target, he would torture him until the last drop of blood was drained.

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Updates have been a bit sparse these past two days, but I'll gradually catch up.

I've been fiddling with my new phone these past two days, and it seems I'm a bit out of touch. I can't even figure out how to use a touchscreen smartphone.

My phone has always been for texting, calling, and reading news, so I rarely considered changing it. Watching my friends constantly change their phones and play with them, I found that I couldn't even type properly.

If my phone hadn't been stolen, I wouldn't have considered changing it.

Now, I can finally type and browse the internet with some familiarity, wiping a sweat from my brow.

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