Clash of Honor
A low, deep laugh escaped Long's lips as he stepped through the smoke, his eyes glowing with madness.
"So it's you again… you filth."
He said it with a mocking, contempt-filled tone.
The infiltrating instructor gasped—he hadn't expected to be caught. But his fear quickly turned into rage:
"You're insane! I'll rip your guts out!!"
He roared, unleashing his energy, but Long didn't move. Instead, he gave a cold smile:
"Can you, you insect?"
Suddenly—
"Fwoooom!!"
A gray aura exploded from Long's body. The ground beneath him cracked, and the air around him trembled.
His power... had surged to the sixth level of the Atschi Training!
Sparks danced around his body. The ground quaked under the pressure of his energy.
He spoke in a thunderous whisper:
"Ignited Lin Technique... I offered my body so you could burn."
The instructor charged, his fist engulfed in flames, screaming:
"DIE!"
But—
"Zwoooof!!"
Long vanished.
"Impossible! Where...?"
A whisper behind him:
"Ghost Movements…"
A swift strike sliced through the air!
The instructor took the hit in his shoulder and flew two meters back.
A cry of pain!!
But it wasn't over...
Long vanished again, appeared right in front of him:
"Sky Breaker."
A gray light flashed in his eyes, followed by a focused attack on the instructor's hand.
"FSSSSHHK!!"
The hand exploded in blood, flying through the air—
A scream tore through the skies.
The instructor collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily, blood gushing from the wound.
"I'll... kill you!!"
But Long slowly raised his foot, preparing the final blow—
"Enough!"
A booming voice echoed, freezing time.
The clan leader appeared suddenly between them, hand extended in front of Long.
"He was about to die."
Long didn't move, but replied coldly:
"Had you not come... there'd be nothing left to bury."
The leader stared into his eyes… and saw something beyond anger.
He saw an ancient darkness…
being reborn.