Chapter 46-No Regrets!

Dual wielders are truly rare within the confines of his Four Heavens, especially for sword wielders. Using two swords makes it extremely hard to defend, and an extreme level of flexibility is required to wield two different weapons accurately. One misstep and everything comes falling down.

Within the world of Quadralia or the cosmos, where you could lose your life on any unforeseen day, wielding a weapon that might hinder you in the middle of a battle is not a good choice. In truth, Xiao never thought he would dual-wield. But in the past, he perceived one thing about his body.

His skeleton was extremely flexible, allowing him to perform maneuvers that would normally be impossible for others. In his previous life, an expert had examined his body and determined that he had a special skeletal structure that made his body much more flexible than anyone else's.

However, this unique structure seemed useless, as it wasn't even ranked. Little did others know that it was this very power that granted him unprecedented skill in dual-wielding. It allowed him to slaughter his enemies ruthlessly, leaving them unable to fight back.

And now, Xiao would use this power to protect the things he loved. Calm and collected, his eyes surveyed the huge group of enemies in front of him. In the past, dealing with such a large group of enemies with similar powers would have been impossible for him. But now, things were different.

The disgusting and uneven beings in front of him didn't stop as they kept running toward him. No, not towards him, but towards Yun Yurou. Xiao's Qi started to quake with fervor. Even now, it was difficult for him to control his Qi. A sense of discontent filled him as he realized that each move he made and each Qi he used had a lag that could be fatal to him.

The fight would be difficult. In truth, no one would blame him now for running away. He could see that the beings were after Yun Yurou. Using her as bait, he could have easily escaped. But would Xiao be himself if he did that? A smile appeared on Xiao's face as a memory from his second life passed through his mind.

….

A man in his forties stood in front of a twelve-year-old boy with black hair and eyes. The man had black and white mixed hair, and a battle scar ran across his face. The boy before him had a dead expression, seeming to have given up on life. Anyone who gazed upon the boy would feel incredulity and pity, but the man in front of him had a smirk on his face as he drank from a can of beer. After taking a sip, the man spoke to the boy.

"So you're the famous trash-skilled boy?"

The boy didn't answer, only raising his head to look at the man. The man didn't mind and continued speaking.

"Boy, I don't care about what happened in your past, only about what I can do for your future."

The man's words echoed in the room as he addressed the boy.

"I will make sure to make you reborn anew. Trust me when I say this, I know the pain you are going through, and I have faced the despair of losing everything I loved. So trust me when I say that I will make your name feared across the world."

As the man spoke the last words, a deep power emitted from his body, shaking the atmosphere, something primal hidden within what he spoke, an unspoken understanding within the man's eyes. A deep power that would scare anyone who looked at him seemed to emanate from the man. Yet, the boy remained cold and dead. The man didn't mind, smiling, and continuing.

"Right now, you are cold and dead inside, but I'm sure that after some cleanup, I can change you. Boy, I know whatever I'm saying now won't reach you, but at least try to remember these words. These are the words through which I survived..."

"All problems become smaller when you confront them instead of dodging them. We can not solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them. It isn't that you can not find the solution; it is that you can not see the problem."

"So, remember, boy, there might come a day when you open your heart to others, and when you will finally be loved. At that time, no matter what, problems will arise. It doesn't matter if you want to or not; problems will still appear. At that time, be true to yourself and make sure to face the problem head-on!"

"Have regrets for what you have done rather than wallowing in regret for what hasn't happened!!"

….

Soon, the memory seemed to fade, and Xiao's senses returned to the enemies in front of him. Those were the first lessons his master, who had changed his life, had taught him. No amount of gratitude Xiao had for him could fill the gratefulness he had for his master.

Even in the last moments of his death, he had followed the words of his master as he perished while protecting his squad members. Xiao's smile widened as his thoughts ignited.

'You were right, master... no regrets!'

And with that, Xiao burst forth toward his enemies. The atmosphere within the world trembled. The eleven flames residing deep within Xiao all trembled simultaneously. The Qi that once seemed like a rebellious child now flowed smoothly within him. Xiao's calm eyes flashed dangerously at his enemies.

Using his movement technique, Xiao blasted forth, doubling his speed. His enemies, who had only hunger in their eyes, roared incoherently as they ran toward him. Xiao paid them no mind as both his swords flashed with black flame, fluctuating with death and destruction.

For the first time, the beasts that only seemed to have hunger in their eyes showed a hint of fear. They focused on the black fires within Xiao's swords. Right now, Xiao's mind was in a trance. He hadn't felt the black flame on his sword since he began cultivating that technique, in fact, he only knew that 11 flames existed within him, not their colors or their function but now within this atmosphere one of the flames gained its color. None of the eleven flames seemed to respond to his call before as if they had their own control and would only move when they wanted to.

And for the first time in a long time, the flame of Death and Destruction struck the realms again. The primordial flame that punished all who encroached upon what it considered its own. The flame that struck fear into the hearts of those who dwelled in death and decay was back, roaring for action.