King s Awakening

Chapter 746: Chapter 746: Battling the Mysterious and Unknown
 

White Mitchell’s brows furrowed tightly, his hands gripped the hilt of his sword, ready for further engagement with the old beggar. His heart was full of determination, he would not allow the evil power to invade he and his companions.

The old beggar gradually approached, a strange aura came face to face. His appearance was illusory, as if his body was just a phantom, blurred and terrifying. Faceless, his eyes were filled with strangeness and evilness.

White Mitchell took a deep breath, his movements agile like a hawk striking the sky, swiftly attacked the old beggar. The sword light flickered, with incredibly sharp momentum, he slashed towards the old beggar.

However, the old beggar seemed to have anticipated White Mitchell’s movements. He evaded White Mitchell’s attack in a mysterious manner, as if he was freely dancing around. White Mitchell’s sword just grazed his body and was unable to truly hit him.

White Mitchell was taken aback, realizing that the old beggar’s strength was beyond his imagination. He dared not to take it lightly, his whole body was keenly tracking the traces of the old beggar. He knew that as soon as he fell into the old beggar’s dark wind, he would be unable to pull himself out just like falling into a boundless vortex.

The old beggar’s figure was erratic, like a ghost. At times he appeared behind White Mitchell, at times suddenly appeared in front of him. White Mitchell was forced to dodge left and right, constantly retreating and ending up at a disadvantage.

His body swayed, and a spurt of dark red blood gushed out. White Mitchell endured the intense pain and continued to retreat while counterattacking, attempting to distance himself from the old beggar.

The old beggar sneered, and mercilessly chased after him. A series of dark wind wrapped around White Mitchell like ghostly snakes, tying him firmly in place.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, but had no way to resist this booming dark wind. His body was shrouded in a dreary and terrifying darkness, making him feel heavy and suffocating.

The demon’s voice echoed in his mind: “White Mitchell, haven’t you always longed for power? Now, I can grant you endless power, as long as you surrender to me.”

White Mitchell’s body trembled and his heart was caught in a huge struggle. He knew that this voice was from the root of all evil, trying to lure him into corruption.

However, he did not retreat. White Mitchell looked up at his band of companions, also tied up by the dark wind. Their eyes revealed pleas for help and trust. They all pinned their hopes on White Mitchell, hoping that he could guard them from the evil invasion.

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White Mitchell’s eyes were shining with determination. He struggled to break free from the bindings of the dark wind, gritting his teeth and relentlessly using his sword to shatter the bindings of the dark wind.

In the darkness, White Mitchell suddenly felt a strong force flooding his body. At this moment, he seemed like a burning flame, full of power and courage.

His sword clashed fiercely against the dark wind, its glow fierce and unstoppable. White Mitchell’s body shot towards the old beggar like an arrow leaving its bow, his power threatened to shatter the opponent.

A touch of surprise and anger flashed in the old beggar’s eyes, he did not expect that White Mitchell could escape his restraints and be so powerful. Seeing White Mitchell was about to approach him, he hastily launched a malicious attack.

In the darkness, countless sharp air blades appeared from nowhere, attacking White Mitchell. Rather than retreating, White Mitchell, holding his sword, with a radiance like lightning, swung out a series of beautiful sword lights.

The sword lights and air blades interwove together, causing a booming noise. White Mitchell’s eyes revealed a murderous intent, he fearlessly sprinted forward. His body turned into a ray of light, directly penetrating the body of the old beggar.

The old beggar cried out in pain, his body was instantly pierced by the sword and turned into a pervasive black smoke that dissipated.

However, this did not seem to be his true form, because the dreary and terrifying atmosphere around had yet to dissipate.

White Mitchell dared not slacken a bit.

Suddenly, the voice of the old beggar appeared again.

“Hahaha, lad, do you think you can get rid of me that easily?” The old beggar’s voice came from all around, full of mockery.

White Mitchell’s brows furrowed tightly, he glanced around vigilantly, suddenly found himself trapped in a dark space. All around was thick black smoke, suffocating.

“Lad, it seems you have not yet seen my true power.” The old beggar’s voice was getting closer, as if it was coming from beside his ear.

White Mitchell held his longsword, his eyes fixed on the front, ready to react at any time.

Suddenly, two shadows appeared in front of White Mitchell.

White Mitchell’s brows squeezed slightly, he noticed that these two old beggars were different from the previous one, radiating a colder aura from them.

Their appearances were similar, both sallow and aged, their clothes were ragged and tattered, their eyes revealed a hint of sinister. But the most peculiar thing was that their bodies seemed to be able to split at any time, turning into two independent entities.

Both old beggars took action at the same time, a cold current attacked White Mitchell.

White Mitchell immediately responded, his swordsmanship was unstoppable, he managed to dissolve the two old beggars’ attack.

However, that wasn’t all of the two old beggars’ abilities, they suddenly split their bodies, turning from two into four.

White Mitchell’s heart tightened, he quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

The four old beggars attacked at the same time, the cold current covered the entire space, leaving White Mitchell almost no place to hide.

White Mitchell’s movement technique was flexible in an instant, he dodged the old beggars’ attacks. He swung his sword, the sword momentum was fierce, but he could never find the opponent’s weak point.

The assault of the four old beggars became increasingly fierce, White Mitchell was gradually feeling exhausted, but he was not willing to give up easily.

“I, White Mitchell, have been tempered by the world, how can I be controlled by you persistent old beggars?” White Mitchell said in a low voice, his inner strength burst forth, making his sword momentum even sharper.

The four old beggars launched their attacks intertwined like mad, but they couldn’t shake White Mitchell’s determination.

After an unknown length of time, White Mitchell finally spotted a loophole in his opponents. One of the old beggars occasionally showed signs of weakness.

White Mitchell seized the opportunity and rushed towards the weak old beggar. His sword aimed at the old beggar’s chest.

However, just at the moment when his sword was about to penetrate, the old beggar suddenly exerted a force, pushing White Mitchell away.

White Mitchell stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The body of the old beggar split in an instant, from one turned into two old beggars.

White Mitchell’s eyebrows furrowed, he did not expect the opponent could split more bodies.

The four old beggars attacked him at the same time, White Mitchell dodged left and right, barely avoiding the attack.

Just as White Mitchell was trying his best to resist, he suddenly heard a low chant.

The chanting revealed a peculiar power, White Mitchell immediately felt a gust of wind rushing over, engulfing both him and the four old beggars.

In the blink of an eye, White Mitchell’s body was dragged by an invisible force, breaking away from the dark space.

White Mitchell looked back and saw the dark space behind him gradually disappearing, and the four old beggars completely vanished.

“Those mysterious old beggars, I’ve finally gotten rid of you,” White Mitchell secretly rejoiced.

Just then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, followed by darkness enveloping his vision.

…

White Mitchell slowly opened his eyes, only to find that he was lying in a cold hut.

He tried to sit up, but he found that his body couldn’t move at all.

The old beggar in front of him slowly approached White Mitchell, a smug smile on his face.

“Boy, did you think you could escape my chase like this?” sneered the old beggar.

White Mitchell’s gaze turned gloomy, a surge of uncontrollable anger rising in his heart.

The old beggar noticed his anger and laughed triumphantly.

“Stop struggling, kid, all your martial arts are sealed by me now, no strength can be exerted,” the old beggar mocked.

White Mitchell felt a chill in his heart, he indeed found his body unable to move, even his inner strength couldn’t be used.

The old beggar looked at the completely helpless White Mitchell in front of him, and laughed even more smugly.

“Who do you think you are? You’re just a lout,” the old beggar sneered, “your path of cultivation stops here.”

White Mitchell was extremely angry inside, he was deprived of all his strength and yet couldn’t resist.

“Old beggar, let me go!” White Mitchell shouted, gritting his teeth.

The old beggar’s eyes were cold as he said dispassionately, “Let you go? I can’t do that, I want to play with you.”

As soon as the words were spoken, White Mitchell felt an overwhelming pressure, as if a mountain was bearing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His face turned pale, his whole body trembled violently, filled with pain.

The old beggar coldly watched at White Mitchell, his eyes showing satisfaction.

“Boy, let’s see how long you can hold on!” The voice of the old beggars was eerie and horrifying.

White Mitchell gasped for breath, but he was still persisting.

Just at this moment, suddenly, a bright light flashed, and White Mitchell felt his pain vanish.

He looked up to see a raggedly-dressed old man appearing before him.

The old man’s frail body exuded an aura of desolation, and his eyes held an endless sorrow.

White Mitchell stared at the old man in surprise, filled with questions.

“Who are you?” White Mitchell asked.

The old man managed a bitter smile: “I am your father.”

White Mitchell was taken aback; he hadn’t expected the old man before him to be his father.

“Father, why are you here?” White Mitchell asked, filled with confusion.

“You must endure, the Mitchell Family still carries great responsibilities.” the old man said with certainty.

White Mitchell nodded, his heart filled with determination.

The old man stared at White Mitchell, sighing deeply: “White Mitchell, you must be careful, that beggar’s strength is far beyond your imagination.”

White Mitchell frowned, he had some understanding of the beggar’s strength and dared not underestimate it.

“Father, take care of yourself. I will do everything I can to deal with this beggar.” White Mitchell said earnestly.

The old man smiled faintly, placing his palm on White Mitchell’s chest.

White Mitchell suddenly felt a rush of warmth pouring into his body, freeing it.

He looked up at the old man, but found that he had disappeared.

White Mitchell was overcome with emotion, realizing that his father had become a power to protect him.

He gripped his longsword tightly, determination etched on his face as he charged forward.

…

White Mitchell’s figure flashed like the wind, initiating a decisive battle with the beggar in the dark room.

His movement technique was agile, his sword momentum fierce, stabbing at the beggar like a whirlwind.

Seeing White Mitchell’s determination and strength, the beggar couldn’t help but be apprehensive.

With White Mitchell’s sword forcing the beggar to retreat constantly, he could feel White Mitchell’s strength gradually increasing.

“How is this possible?!” cried out the beggar in shock.

White Mitchell relentlessly pursued the beggar, coldly saying, “Your time is running out, old beggar.”

The beggar’s body started to waver, and a moment later, he surprisingly split into four beggars.

White Mitchell gave a cold laugh, his eyes revealing a touch of ruthlessness: “No matter how many bodies you split into, I will eliminate all of you!”

White Mitchell thrust his sword at one of the beggars, his eyes filled with killing intent.

With a flash of sword light, the beggar’s body was pierced by the sword, dissipating into a puff of black smoke.

The remaining three beggars rushed at White Mitchell, but he was prepared. Waving his sword, with sword light flashing in all directions, he parried all the attacks.

White Mitchell’s strength grew rapidly, while his adversaries continually retreated.

Finally, the remaining two beggars were forced into a corner by White Mitchell.

They screamed harshly and became black smoke that disappeared into the air.

White Mitchell sheathed his longsword and scanned his surroundings. He found that the room had come back to peace.

He stood there, his heart filled with the joy of victory.

Hold on!

Something is wrong!

White Mitchell’s heart pounded suddenly, looking ferociously around him.

It’s all fake!

Everything in front of him was a sham!

White Mitchell’s heart contracted sharply, a wave of dread overtaking him. He realized he had fallen into a strange illusion. The old beggar was merely a distracting decoy, but where the real threat was, he couldn’t tell at the moment.

Despite his inner unrest, he did his best to stay calm, looking around for any signs or clues. The entire cabin was barren, other than himself and the defeated beggar, there was nothing else present.

White Mitchell decided to leave this place temporarily, leveraging his martial arts to propel himself out the window, landing in the open space outside. Before him lay a serene valley, filled with blooming flowers and radiant sunshine. As he walked forward, he suddenly felt a sense of ominous foreboding approaching.

He knew danger was hiding somewhere, but no matter what he tried, he could not discern the truth. The place seemed like an endless labyrinth, filled with endless tricks and traps.

White Mitchell paused, carefully surveying his surroundings. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind roared by, forcing him backwards as he almost lost his balance. He was just able to maintain his footing by using his movement technique.

Next, an apparition flashed before his eyes. Another old beggar had appeared—no different from the previous ones, seemingly in a state of decay. But White Mitchell could feel the sinister aura it radiated. The beggar’s attacks were even more merciless, seemingly without mercy.

White Mitchell drew his longsword, combating speed with speed, the sword light flashed like lightning, striking against the beggar’s attack. Both figures danced swiftly through the valley, locked in a fierce battle. White Mitchell struggled to cope, unable to distinguish between the illusion and reality.

The battle lasted for hours. White Mitchell felt his strength ebbing, his swordsmanship also losing its potency. He understood that he couldn’t keep fighting for much longer. His only option was to find the origin of this illusion.

With his full concentration, he tried to gauge the illusion’s reality. Suddenly, he noticed an incense stick burning behind the old beggar, emanating a particular fragrance. White Mitchell realized that this incense stick was the illusion’s lifeline. Only by destroying it could he emancipate himself from the illusion.

He leapt into the air, heading straight for the incense stick, aiming his longsword at its base. The sword light flickered like lightning, the blade slicing through the air, burying itself into the incense stick. As the sword tip touched the incense, a dazzling light erupted suddenly, quickly spreading through the entire valley.

The sight before White Mitchell vanished in an instant, replaced by the view of an ancient temple. The old beggar had fallen into a deep sleep, offering no resistance at all.

White Mitchell slowly sheathed his sword, exhaling a long sigh of relief. He had finally escaped from this long and perilous illusion.

He walked over to the old beggar, studying him closely. Although the beggar appeared desiccated, his eyes held a sly gleam, making White Mitchell feel slightly unsettled.

“Who exactly are you? Why did you initiate combat against me?” White Mitchell asked coldly.

The old beggar slowly opened his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up with a subtle smirk. “White Mitchell, I was just an ordinary old beggar until I was trapped in a curse and forced into this state. Knowing your existence, I figured your power could free me from this curse. So, I set up this illusion to try liberating myself through your hands.”

Feeling shocked, White Mitchell realized the old beggar’s motive wasn’t to oppose him but seek salvation?

“Do you know how I can help you?” White Mitchell asked.

The old beggar gave a slight smile, revealing a set of worn-out teeth, “When you hear the first bird chirping at dawn, come to the deepest part of this ancient temple at midnight, and you will find the way to salvation. Only your redemption can lift my curse.”

White Mitchell frowned. He knew things weren’t that simple. However, he decided to take on the challenge. Not just because he was a righteous person, but because he saw hope in the old beggar’s eyes.

“Alright, I promise you,” White Mitchell said solemnly, “As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will do my best.”

The old beggar nodded slightly, grinning satisfactorily before closing his eyes. White Mitchell watched him, feeling a mighty power accumulating within the old beggar.

Donning his white cloak, White Mitchell picked up his weapons and headed to the deepest part of the temple. He saw a gigantic stone wall covered with ancient runes. Gazing at these runes, he felt a mysterious energy emanating from them.

He began urging his Origin Power, trying hard to decode the runes. With his efforts, the runes glimmered faintly, and the seal on the stone wall seemed loosened.

White Mitchell put all his strength into unsealing the wall, his eyes becoming more intense. Once the seal was broken, the old beggar’s power would surge. He needed to stay alert at all times.

Suddenly, the seal on the stone wall collapsed, and a powerful energy rushed out. White Mitchell quickly stepped back, preparing to counter the old beggar’s assault.

As he expected, with the bright light fading away, a towering elderly figure stood before White Mitchell. The man’s eyes sparkled, projecting an unparalleled aura.

White Mitchell’s heart tightened. He knew the old beggar’s strength far exceeded his imagination. He reminded himself to stay alert and not underestimate the situation.

“Hehehe, excellent, hahaha…” the old beggar’s voice chillingly echoed, “But now, I need your body. I will take your body as a host to recover my power.”

White Mitchell frowned, staring defiantly at the old beggar. He was determined not to become a tool for the beggar’s revenge, nor let his power become a tool for evil.

Seeing this, White Mitchell chuckled slowly, “Do you really think I’d let you seize my body?”