strictlysupreme Chapter 235: SECRETS
Chapter 235: SECRETS
"Who are you, actually? How do you know about a soul sword?" While Raphael still had his eyes locked on the sword, slashing each of his men one by one, Logan’s voice rang again.Raphael shifted his gaze. "Now, even I am curious, Logan Smith. Who are you, actually? How do you know about the techniques that were lost a thousand years ago? And now even the soul sword is working with you?" He smirked. Well, never mind. Once I beat the shit out of you, you’ll tell me everything on your own. I won’t even have to ask anything." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Now.....
Let me give you a taste of what real magic feels like."
Slowly, his feet left the ground as he started to hover in the air.
1 feet.....
2 feet....
5 feet....
15 feet....
He was now fifteen feet above the ground. Logan’s eyes widened in shock. "How is this possible. He can fly?"
Even the members of the Third Eye Sect who were rushing inside the house were dumbfounded. "That dude can fly? Damn! Maybe that’s why the sect master was so respectful toward him. He is a hidden master! But still.... How can he be a master and also so young at the same time?"
Logan took a stance, ready for a fight. But for some reason, he had a bad premonition inside his heart. He knew nothing about the extent of the power of the person hovering in the air in front of him. "He said real magic. So is he also from outside the world?"
Raphael slowly raised his hand. And instantly, five fireballs materialized. All looked concentrated, surging with power.
Logan wasn’t a pushover either. He blurred, weaving through the incoming spheres. He reached just below Raphael. And threw a fireball of his own upward.
Raphael only straightened his left hand slightly, opening his palm. And the air started to spin, creating a short vortex that received the fireball and neutralized it.
Then, arcing his right hand, he waved it downward. Multiple ice spheres shot toward Logan.
Logan was alerted. His body stirred, ready to move, but just then, some hands emerged from the ground, gripping his legs tightly. All were made of earth magic.
"It’s not good." Logan quickly flung his left hand upward, sending several wind blades. Then used his right hand to materialize an ice blade. He used it to free himself from the earth hands and quickly leap back.
’Ravanos’. I am from the leading race of the Milky Way Galaxy, the Beast race." He said the last sentence with great pride.
"Leading race, huh! And so how many races are there?" Logan could barely control the turmoil of emotions coiling inside him. "That’s it. Spill it. Tell me everything you know." Logan thought to himself.
Meanwhile, at the back, all two hundred men were taken care of by Audrey. If Logan weren’t busy talking to Raphael, he would be shaken to the core. Alice, too, was worried sick thinking about Logan. That’s why, even in her mind, the question didn’t arise even once: how a sword could hover in the air on its own and take care of so many people.
Back where Logan and Raphael were facing each other....
Raphael opened his mouth again. " There are six races. You—humans, us—beasts, the one in those dungeons—monsters, the one residing on the planet that sword is from—elf. The other two are dwarves and mechas." Raphael was done. He paused to let Logan digest the information he had just received. Because even he knew, for someone with no prior knowledge of these, it would be hard —hard even to believe they were real.
And that was actually happening to Logan. He could barely stay standing. His thoughts raced as if his head would blow up at any time.
"Five other races like us? Who can talk, think, strategize? Who are our allies? And who are the enemies? Or are they all just enemies to each other? And why the hell are the three I have met, two of whom are after the cultivation technique?
Maybe three. Maybe that sword is also after it."