Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 764 A Great Harvest For Darren And Elsa

“What kind of creatures are these?!" Darren thought to himself in alarm. “And how do they possessthe pure Primitive Fighting Force?!"

The question had only just gone through his mind when the black shadows leaped, hungry for a kill.Darren was prepared, though, and had his sword intent at the ready.

The first ones to pounce were the first to be struck. Darren shattered them in the span of a singlebreath.

Their broken remains roiled and shuddered as an enormous amount of Primitive Fighting Forceexuded from them

Not one to miss an opportunity, Darren employed his assimilation skill.

The Primitive Fighting Force began to pour into his elixir field in a stream.

In a short moment, he had received almost as much of the Primitive Fighting Force as he couldaccumulate in an entire year.

An emphatic voice drew his attention. "Look out!"

That was Elsa, warning Nate as another group of the black creatures rushed toward him.

The very next second, Nate was furiously trying to fend them off. Though he tried his best, he wasquickly accumulating wounds. With the combat power of a seven-star grand warrior, he was nomatch for these ferocious opponents.

Quickly enough, though, Elsa ran in to help him out, her sword intent surging and leaving a showerof blood in its wake.

Both warriors’ attention was soon drawn by a blood-curdling roar.

Turning, they saw a figure the size of a young bull approaching.

Its body resembled that of a tiger, and it had a head like a dragon's. The huge wings protrudingfrom its back were inky black, as was the rest of its body except for its two tusks, which shone with acold light.

"What is that?" Darren wondered aloud. "It looks like a winged-tiger, but there's something differentabout it."

At any rate, this creature was obviously an oversized version of the others, and it was soon clear thatthey regarded it as some kind of leader.

Darren, Elsa, and Nate had only killed a handful of these beasts. The numerous ones that remainedwere rallying behind the big one, whose paws thudded heavily against the ground. Their runningfeet added an ominous rumble to that sound

It was a terrifying sight, far more so than any collection of ordinary animals. Given the choice, Natewould have preferred to face a multitude of giant elephants.

"Elsa, Nate, wait here."

Saying this, Darren shot past them. He aimed straight for the oncoming black onslaught, ready tomeet them with his blade and sword intents and his dark gold internal force.

This once-peaceful world had become a hellish battlefield.

The black beasts met Darren's charge with all their Primitive Fighting Force. It roared like a sea ofanger.

As the energy reached him, though, Darren assimilated it into the cyan spear in his elixir field.

The mystical weapon glowed and its weight noticeably increased. No doubt its potency wasimproving as well.

For six grueling hours the battle went on, and the spear continued to absorb the dark creatures’energies. The color of its outer layer darkened.

Darren could also feel that it was taking in the Primitive Fighting Force faster than before.

"A great harvest indeed,” he remarked to himself, pleased.

More than a million black creatures had fallen before him in the past six hours. The atmosphere wasoppressive and had grown heavy with the stench of death.

As Elsa observed all this, she felt the killing intent bead in her mind become more active thanbefore, absorbing power at an incredible rate.

She let out a light snort, trying to keep the sensation under control. It was hard to describe as eithercomforting or painful.

Until she felt a crack.

As power continued to rush into the bead, it suddenly broke!

Faint sparks wreathed its remains.

"What happened?!" Elsa yelled in horror.

With the bead destroyed, she thought she would instantly die once the killing power inside thebead flooded out.

Her fears seemed unfounded, however, as the energy continued to flow into her head.

There was another sound inside her—a bang, or almost a pop, which brought with it a sense ofrelief.

At the same moment, the broken killing intent bead took the form of a tiny sword.

"I can't believe it," Elsa said to herself. "What a strong killing sword intent!

Has my killing intent bead turned into the killing sword core?”

Still, she was mystified as to how the killing sword core could be contained within herself.

Even as Elsa mulled over this matter, Darren was still in the middle of a slaughter, and the spear inhis elixir field could not contain any more Primitive Fighting Force.

"Time to break this thing!" he thought.

Concentrating, he gathered his blade and sword intents and his olive-black force together, directingthem at the cyan spear.

He gritted his teeth as the energy writhed and crackled, as though unwilling to be used in such away. The pain was incredible.

But Darren kept up the pressure and didn't leave off until the spear had cracked.

Another large amount of the Primitive Fighting Force poured into the weapon, and its gradeincreased still further.

Tireless as ever, Darren kept repeating the process until a day and a night had passed.

By then, the spear's color had changed to blood red.

Darren had no idea what level it was at now.

He couldn't help but notice, however, that the energy radiating from it now had some resemblanceto that of the Shura Force.

Three days and three nights of unbroken violence passed. At the end of them, the black beasts wereclose to annihilation.

"I'm anything but a cruel man," Darren murmured, glancing at the ruined terrain around himself."But at this point, you're asking for death.”

He had lost count of the millions of these beasts that he had slaughtered. The serenity of this worldwas nowhere to be found.

The incessant, bloodthirsty howls of those that still fought rang continually in Darren's ears.Suddenly, a new figure jumped up from one of the many piles of dead bodies.

It was as muscular as any of them, and its body glowed a threatening red. It was hundreds of feethigh.

"What's this?!" exclaimed Darren.

From the size of the creature, he could easily tell that this beast was in fact the leader of the blackcreatures.

Unexpectedly, it had been hiding among the dead bodies and even seemed to have evolved whileDarren was occupied with fighting the multitudes.

The blood-misted air roiled as this monster spread its wings and left its perch.

Lifting its claws, it darted toward Darren with lightning speed.

Streaks of scarlet lightning coiled about its form.

It gave a ferocious howl as it unleashed its first attack.

The bloody red lightning speared into Darren.

At the same time, its huge claws stabbed at his chest.

"Fuck off!"

Darren shouted as he checked the claws. Blood-red light and lightning collided together andexploded.

Boom!

The ground quaked, and the earth was shot through with fissures for hundreds of kilometers inevery direction.

The gigantic black creature stumbled back a little.

Then, rallying itself, it cast its shadow over Darren and thrust at his heart again.

Wind blasted across the tortured landscape as fierce sword and blade intents surrounded Darrenfrom all directions.

Watching him prepare to defend himself, the titan howled again.

Raising its claws again, it charged, wreathed in scarlet lightning.

"Guess you're not a pushover after all!" Darren quipped.

But even as he said this, he gathered the Primitive Fighting Force within him. Power flowed,releasing an overwhelming red glow that covered the sky and crossed the earth.

Faced with such an event, creatures over the world threw themselves to the ground, shivering, as ifan ancient god had descended before them.

As the black beast finally closed in, Darren held out his palms and launched thousands of attacks atonce.

The earth cracked and space shivered

The two combatants were blasted apart.

Darren convulsed as he pulled himself to his feet. His internal organs hurt. "Looks like I'll have to usethe Shura Force," he remarked.

Just then, he noticed Elsa standing beside him.

"Darren, let me do it," she said. A murderous determination was in her eyes.

"No, get out of the way, Elsa!" he retorted. "You're no match for this thing!"

"Don't worry," the woman explained. "I seem to have condensed the killing sword core.”

Darren was dumbfounded.

"Really?"

The killing sword core was an extraordinary thing. Anyone who condensed it successfully hadmastered the Killing Cultivation.

If Elsa had indeed accomplished this, then her future achievements would be absolutelyextraordinary. Realizing this, Darren couldn't help but be happy for her.

"Okay," he said finally. "But watch yourself!"

A strange buzz filled the air.

Then several more joined it, forming a sequence of sorts.

It was almost musical, as if a sword could sing.

Meanwhile, the vitality around them began to drain away.

Then, suddenly, the sword wings on Elsa's back unfurled as each sword feather there gatheredkilling force, humming with power.

"There you go!" Darren complimented, his eyes lighting up.

The killing intent was almost tangible. It was not as terrifying as that of Mathew, but it was powerfulindeed.

Besides that, Elsa's killing sword intent seemed to be superior to Darren's extreme sword intent.After all, it was one of the top three skills.

Finally she was ready.

The sword wings glittered as Elsa soared off into the distance, toward the giant black beast.