In the middle of the empty courtyard in the barracks, flashes of light could be seen randomly appearing.
Ever since the moment he achieved his first move Moon Above, Fell kept repeating it, endlessly trying to get a clear grasp on it.
His training continued until he noticed that he was drenched from his own sweat. Exhausted from all the training he did, he hurriedly went to clean himself.
Refreshed from the shower he just took, the rejuvenated young boy quickly fell in deep sleep.
In his dreams, milky moonlight accompanied his sword moves, repeating in his subconscious as if it was a tape. His mind could clearly not get off his swordsmanship.
During the same night. Close to a black market situated in Fold Street was a well-maintained mansion. Even though this crowded street, riddled with homeless creeps sleeping on cardboard, the mansion was disturbingly bright and clean. This building was the headquarters of Darksun.
The comfortable bandit group was living like pseudo-bourgeoisie. Feeding on their prostitution ring and their drug-dealing business.
Vicious Zhang was in the middle of a fit of rage, he was savagely scolding his underling. His fuming eyes were bulging out of their orbits. He was shaking from anger trying to control himself to avoid hitting the idiots in front of him.
Ever since his attempt at meeting Anzar, he never heard anything about him. Neither from highly successful Nine-Nine nor his stupid but obedient underling.
"BB… Boss, we've been looking through the street for days." Argued a short-faced man in a fearful stutter. His teeth clacked due to his internal despair.
"We never saw him again," added another lackey
"What about that bastard from the Baby Cemetery you told me about?" asked Vicious Zhang with eyes gorged with blood, he was again losing control, his lustful killing intent awakening.
"B— Both of them disappeared ever since that day" trembled the short-faced man, he was feeling that today wasn't his lucky day, their boss's urge to kill was resurfacing.
"Get your asses out there and find whoever is related to them!" howled the man while pounding the table with his thick fists.
"Yes Boss!" carrying out Vicious Zhang's order, they swiftly left the room with long strides similar to running, their backs drenched from cold perspiration.
Vicious Zhang was left alone. Grabbing his coat, He hastily left his manor. Accompanied with two underlings, he wanted to let off steam, one way or another. This meant a poor innocent guy was going to get beaten to death for.
The night gradually died, announcing the start of a new day.
Fell steadily woke up from his sweet dreams. After dreaming about it the whole night, he was finally gonna have an opportunity to use his new weapon.
He dressed in a black martial artist uniform, left the room to start his day with his usual morning routine. Finishing his morning practice of the Massin Martial Art, he left with a fast pace in the direction of the cafeteria. Last night practice already left him with a starving stomach.
He barged through the cafeteria door and wolfed down on the buffet, leaving many fighters bewildered. Many of them shivered when they heard the sound of Fell chewing chicken bones, crunchy sound resounding in the eating spot.
"You don't even go easy on food." Said Sifiso who just stepped through the door, noticing the bizarrely quiet cafeteria.
"What?" asked Fell, not understanding the impact he was inflicting to the spectators.
"Prepare yourself, your fight begins soon." He left the place, not bothering himself with Fell's reaction.
Fell promptly finished his meal, wolfing down on the plate in front of him as if he never got to eat in his life.
Then, he left in the direction of the arena while staggering, his hand was on his belly and a burp escaped from it after every few steps he took.
He arrived at his restroom and digested his colossal breakfast. He sat down and initiated his breathing technique. His breaths were deep and the time between each cycle was lengthy, soon the food he just ate started transforming into energy, his enzymes worked at an astonishing speed, breaking down what he had devoured. Soon he quickly transformed every single bit of food in his stomach into a stream of pure energy.
Feeling himself wake up, he quickly got up and started warming his joints, followed by deep muscle stretches. He was using a variety of moves and stances to get himself ready to fight.
His eyes were calm, a cold serenity rested in them. Hidden under it was a burning determination, he was readying himself physically and mentally. Intense fighting intent was slowly taking form under his tranquility, he was eager to test his sword skills.
Before long, he heard a loud knock on his room's door. He didn't need much more to understand what he had to do. It was time. He firmly took his sword in his hand and left his room with big strides. One destination in mind: the arena.
His steps resounded in the passageway, the bright light from the arena was hitting the ground in front of him. He finally got to enjoy the same view, the round battleground unraveled in front of his eyes. An excitement shiver running through him, his eyes shined.
He entered the arena, in front of him was a man in his thirties. His steps were full of confidence and in his hand was a long red spear.
They stopped their march at the same time, leaving between them a distance of ten steps. Both cultivators were inspecting each other. Fell was looking at his opponent's weapon with innocent round eyes, his opponent was also intrigued by his opponent young age.
—Ding—the bell instantly opened the fight.
His opponent impulsively took the first step. His right hand instantly sped to his hip before instantly reversing into a thrust in the direction of Fell's heart. His move was rather simple, but if it lands, it's deadly. Fell reacted quickly and unsheathed his sword, slapping his opponent's thrust at the same time.
He applied pressure with his foot and plunged his sword forward, his opponent's throat as a goal.
Surprised that his perfect thrust was so easily parried by the youth in front of him, the experienced warrior quickly threw himself to the right, avoiding Fell's swing.
Distancing himself from Fell, the spear user put himself into a safe spot. Using his weapon range to his advantage, he started poking Fell with a barrage of thrusts making him step back.
Fell swiftly rushed back, advancing with a striking momentum. His blade firmly grasped in his hand, long streak of moonlight arose from its edges. A sea of spear thrusts in front of him.
He slashed with his absolute strength, using every single ounce of energy to accomplish Moon Above. His slash cut through the barrage of thrusts and threw his opponent off balance.
Taking advantage of his opponent opening, he stomped on the ground spreading clouds of sand. His opponent hastily corrected himself and swiped with his spear trying to give himself more time. Fell slashed another time unleashing his sword move Moon Above, his slash passed through his opponent spear before hitting his torso.
Streaks of blood began to appear in the sandy arena floor.