His mind still echoed with the events of the past, playing back over and over like some movie…
The sky was blood red, the battlefield torn and littered with broken arms and armor. The wind was blowing, filling the air with the sickly sweet smell of spilled blood. Nobody was moving, they had settled into a tense confrontation. Life and death comrades that fought shoulder to shoulder a moment ago were now against each other in battle. In this moment, even the air seemed to have froze up.
Not far from the center of the fight lay the body of a handsome young man, all stained with blood from a massive fight. He was Feng yuan, One of humanity's frontline hunters, a Physical S-rank hunter, nineteenth on the most powerful hunters list of the Earth.
"Why?" Spoke Feng yuan, completely covered with injuries, his strong armor and powerful gear all were in tatters, holding his signature weapon
He was seriously injured, laying on the ground, his bloody longsword laid in his hand. Blood was pouring out of his chest, soaking into his armor. If one looked carefully, the wound was actually from a small, one-handed blade driven through his back into his chest, the handle broken off by a blow from his longsword.
Opposite him stood a middle-aged man, with a dark beard, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. The man wore a mithral chainmail, and held a golden lance, ready to fight at any moment. At the left side of his waist was an empty scabbard, cold and alone and seeming to shout out the cruelty of the reality of the situation.
" You are a great hunter Fang yuan, you shouldn't have died here. But because of a mistake done by Federation leader Su chen's only son Su yang you've to die." The hoarse voice of the older man responded. His voice was firm, as if less to respond to the question than to convince himself of his own actions. After saying these words, he stopped speaking, calmly watching the young man who seemed to not understood anything.
He continued, " Three day's ago when Su yang was returning after successfully raiding B-rank dungeon
hearing this Feng yuan eye were red with hatred, because, even though he doesn't want to admit it he couldn't think of his beautiful and innocent sister, because there was no reason for Federation to kill him till now.
seeing hatred in Feng yuan's eyes that middle-aged man shook his head and continued, " Right, that girl was your sister Feng ling. sigh, situation would've been still in control if Su yang left her alive. Leader Chen even thought marrying her into his family to compensate you, but that basterd said she didn't co-operate and he killed her. "
Feng yuan who was still bleeding profusely looked at middle-aged man with lifeless eyes after hearing his sister's humiliating death.
" Feng yuan, we know that first thing you do after returning country will be killing Su yang. But leader chen didn't want to loose his only son, and if didn't do justice to you than all high ranked hunters will start feeling insecure, there is even a chance of riots starting. that's why he said to kill you after field hunting and end the matter once and for all. you'll be remembered as a hero who died for humanity. Now it's time to accompany your sister Feng yuan."
"haha, just for few minutes of pleasure that basterd killed ling'er " The younger man's face was full of ridicule. "Just because he was son of Federation leader, hahaha, really ridiculous." His voice became cold and sharp.
He was very weak, but his black eyes were still clear and sharp. But now, there was a lingering sense of self-condemnation within them that had not been there before.
"Sorry, we didn't have any choice." His voice was still calm and unfeeling.
"Hahaha! 'Sorry'. Haha! So ridiculous. Lust is a sin; I do not blame you for it." The young man became unusually calm, his face without a trace of emotion upon it. His eyes were as bright as the sea, boundless and fathomless.
Those looking on recognized that face, which earned him his nickname, the Two-Faced Shura. When he was cold, he was terrifying to his foes; when he was warm, to his friends he was as fresh as a spring breeze.
"But if I have next chance, I will kill you," He said coldly to the older man.
He grabbed the sword impaling him, blood running from the palm of his hand. Face as calm as water, with no ripples upon it, he ignored the pain as he pulled. With a tearing of flesh, the sword was pulled free from his body. Blood sprayed out from his heart, a bloody flower gracing the battlefield for a quiet instant.
then a crisp voice rang in his mind
[ It is detected that hunter Feng yuan has strong desire for a second chance. ]