The Obvious Truth
| You will not die... at least not now. |
A calm voice echoed within Arthur's mind.
It was Cain's voice.
Arthur tried to respond, to ask, to cling to those words,
but even his inner voice suddenly disappeared.
And in that mont—
his body ignited.
Pure, beautiful, sky-blue flas,
terrifyingly beautiful,
erupted from deep within him.
They were the flas...
the very sa flas he had previously drained from Zhao Fan.
The flas engulfed Arthur's entire body.
They were not burning him.
They were completing him.
Completing the tempering.
Completing the destruction and reconstruction.
I won't die...
By the Creator of Creation, I will not die.
Not now... not again.
His soul trembled with rage.
I will never feel that sensation again...
That sensation...
the feeling of helplessness,
watching those he loved die before his eyes,
just as Shin Yoosung had died...
and just as Yi Shun had died.
Arthur clenched onto his consciousness with all his strength.
I will save her...
And I will kill that old bastard...
And all of his followers... one after another.
A silent scream thundered through his soul,
then he opened his eyes once more.
And continued the tempering.
---
A week later,
before a small isolated cave.
Two young n erged.
Well-built muscular bodies,
raw power evident in every movent.
The first,
with gray hair,
clear, sharp eyes,
carrying the calm of a killer and the confidence of soone who had returned from death.
The second,
with long black hair,
dark mysterious eyes,
like a sea whose bottom could never be seen.
They were...
Arthur and Zhao Fan.
Arthur slowly stretched his shoulders and said,
"You stupid bastard... you weren't lying."
A faint mocking smile appeared on his face.
"The pain was... unbelievable."
Zhao Fan smiled calmly as he looked at him.
"I told you."
Then he continued in a serious tone,
"You said you had a plan... what is it?"
Arthur quietly put on his clothes,
his eyes shining with murderous coldness.
Then he began to explain.
---
Now—
before the courtyard of the Xiu Family.
The Seventh Elder stood there,
a broad smile splitting his face,
his eyes filled with pride.
"Arrogant brat."
He looked at Arthur's body lying before him—
a dead body...
without a doubt.
He spat on it contemptuously.
But—
the body trembled.
It trembled violently,
despite being dead...
despite being lifeless.
Then—
dense dark energy burst from the tortured body.
"Self-destruction!"
The Seventh Elder scread,
trying to retreat—
but it was already too late.
A deafening explosion
swallowed everything.
The entire Xiu Family courtyard was destroyed,
the ground vanished,
and flesh scattered everywhere.
All of the Seventh Elder's disciples—
were killed.
Those who survived
scread in agony,
their bodies horribly wounded,
their flesh torn apart,
half-human remnants.
As for the Seventh Elder—
he was thrown aside,
his right arm gone,
his body covered in injuries.
And at that mont—
"Ooooh... Seventh Elder."
His body froze.
That voice...
he knew it.
And hated it to the bone.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
The Seventh Elder's eyes widened.
"You...!"
he scread madly.
"I killed you! I killed you!"
"Ooooh..."
ca the mocking reply.
"You an your stupid disciple?"
"?!"
A loud burst of laughter erupted from every direction.
Demonic laughter...
mad laughter.
It was Arthur and Zhao Fan.
Arthur mockingly said,
"I told you, Zhao Fan... he wouldn't notice."
Zhao Fan laughed.
"I know, but I didn't think he was stupid to this extent."
The Seventh Elder roared weakly and angrily,
"What do you an?!"
Two shadows moved in the distance.
Arthur and Zhao Fan appeared.
The Seventh Elder stared at Arthur,
standing before him...
unhard...
even stronger than before.
"But..."
the Seventh Elder muttered in disbelief.
"I killed you just monts ago..."
Arthur smiled,
then clapped his hands together.
"Wait... wait."
He bent down
and pulled a corpse from beneath the rubble.
A disciple's corpse.
His favorite disciple.
At that mont—
the truth was revealed.
It had not been Arthur who was tortured.
It had been his disciple.
All of it...
had been part of the plan.
---
One week earlier.
Arthur infiltrated the city of the Xiu Family,
where the Seventh Elder was recovering.
Espionage...
assassination...
they had been Arthur's companions since childhood.
He returned to his old days,
where killing was silent,
and the shadows were ho.
Using a Presence Concealnt Pill,
he observed the city until he noticed the Seventh Elder's disciple—
Miss Li's brother from Black Wind Mountain.
He kidnapped him.
And handed him over to Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan used a special technique,
replacing Arthur's face with the disciple's face,
then changing his own appearance into that of a middle-aged man.
Arthur remained beside the Seventh Elder for an entire week,
helping him,
obeying him,
listening to him.
As for the real disciple—
he was with Zhao Fan.
The technique no longer required killing the victim.
The two of them had improved it together.
The speaking point within the disciple's body was destroyed,
and the plan proceeded.
Even Arthur's voice...
had been copied by Zhao Fan.
And because of that—
until the very end...
the Seventh Elder never discovered the truth.
At that ti,
Arthur was still disguised as the favorite disciple,
without anyone suspecting a thing.
Arthur quietly moved Wrath,
and began draining the Seventh Elder's disciples one after another.
It was not complete draining.
He only took part of their strength—
enough to weaken them...
and enough to nourish himself.
Then, with a swift and calculated movent,
he manipulated what remained of their energy
and detonated them.
Not an ordinary explosion...
but a savage disintegration,
their bodies shattering into millions of pieces,
without even a chance to scream.
All of that—
happened because of Arthur's current power,
and because he had drawn so close to his targets,
the way a predator approaches its prey.
And all of this—
happened before the eyes of the Seventh Elder.
Eyes...
that never saw the truth.
After he was finished,
Arthur stepped back.
For a while afterward,
he did nothing.
He rely stood there,
appearing worried and distressed,
exactly like a frightened loyal disciple—
the Seventh Elder's foremost disciple.
And at that mont—
Zhao Fan erged from hiding.
He was disguised as a man wearing the Seventh Elder's disciples' robes,
and in his hand—
he carried the real disciple,
disguised as Arthur.
"Do you understand now... you old bastard?"
As those words left Arthur's mouth,
the Seventh Elder burst into laughter.
Mad laughter...
hysterical...
mindless.
The Seventh Elder moved,
standing despite his countless injuries,
despite his broken bones,
despite having no hands.
He looked around.
At his disciples...
who were dead.
At the scattered flesh...
at the devastation.
Then he laughed again,
muttering incomprehensible words,
as though his mind had finally shattered.
Zhao Fan sighed and said,
"Ah, man... your plan really drove him insane."
But—
a cold shiver ran through Zhao Fan's body.
His gaze...
locked onto Arthur.
That smile—
gentle on the surface,
demonic at its core.
Arthur's eyes...
were enjoying it.
He wasn't angry.
He wasn't tense.
He was exhilarated.
A crazed expression,
as though he wanted more...
just more.
"Arthur."
"Yes?"
Zhao Fan hesitated briefly, then spoke honestly.
"Sotis... I truly don't know which one of us is the devil."
Arthur smiled calmly.
He did not answer.
Then he sighed and spoke.
"You're right. I'm not a devil. No, no, no, how stupid I am.
Damn it, how stupid you are, Arthur."
Arthur slapped his forehead with pure anger,
while Zhao Fan looked at him strangely, unable to understand what was happening.
Arthur moved forward quickly and grabbed the Seventh Elder's body, embracing him.
"Master, I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. I never ant any of this.
Please forgive ."
Arthur lowered his head onto the Seventh Elder's shoulder as he cried in pain and sorrow.
When the others looked at Arthur,
everyone believed those tears.
Because Arthur was not crying falsely.
No.
He was truly crying.
"I almost killed you without torturing you. How stupid I am. I almost failed you... don't worry.
I will fulfill every promise I made to you."
Arthur smiled with absolute happiness,
a smile so wide it seed it might truly split his face apart.
His blood trembled madly as he grabbed the Seventh Elder's shoulders and tore his body apart completely.
Then he seized his legs and began ripping them off entirely.
Little by little,
Arthur reduced the Seventh Elder's body into chunks of bloody flesh,
while blood covered his entire body,
and he remained standing there,
quietly gazing at the sky.
He lightly waved his hand—
a casual motion.
Then said in a calm, murderous voice:
"It is finally over."
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