Mystical Journey 1032 Void Battlefield 4

"How could he be so strong!? This Ice Seal took me a long time to finally materialize it! It is also the most famous powerful killing move within the sect! Ranking top three in all the collection of killing moves! How is it possible!? How is it possible!!!"

The Ice Seal which was confident in vanquished upfront in an instance. His countenance changed dramatically. He wanted to withdraw but was caught in two thin and long strands of black mass chains.

In desperation, he let out a roar and the power in his entire body exploded. The Scarlet Snow Technique erupted in full force. All the power of his skill that flowed in the body burst out in a flash, instantly transforming him into a mass of icy porcupine.

Large clouds of white chill rushed out madly and resisted the on-coming machete.

"Explode!"

Boom!

In the large mass of Scarlet Snow Technique, one Scarlet Mist suddenly burst forth, forcefully causing the Dual Prison Lock to recede.

March hurriedly withdrew. The remaining four pieces of Scarlet Mist surrounded and guarded him as he planned to flee to a further place.

He knew that the current Garen was not as weak as before, and could only be killed by him if he messed up. However, he was now a strong opponent in a very real sense. He immediately made a decision. After losing the upper hand and breaking out all the power of his skill, he was only left with the Scarlet Mist Origin to protect himself at this time. His power could not be restored in a short time so he could only retreat.

The defensive power of Scarlet Mist Origin was better than that of Scarlet Snow Technique. It was a robust condensation of origin power that could not be easily broken.

Garen looked sarcastically at March retreating decisively after failing in the first strike.

"Do you think you can run after failing to kill someone? How can such a good thing happen in the world?"

Before the sound of his last word faltered, his entire person darted forward and charged at March, light as a breeze. One moved back while another closed in. After all, backtracking would never be faster than moving forward.

The distance between them, which was approximately ten meters, was gone in a blink of an eye.

Two strands of white chill crashed into one another and a blaring colliding sound like huge metals clashing broke out on the black ground.

Bang!

It was as though March's whole body was being struck by lightning, and his face instantly blanched. Being able to realize the first killing move of Ice Seal in a short period of time, he was also considered a genius. However, when faced with the Dual Prison Lock of Garen's demonic blade, there was a gap between their level of killing moves. Plus, Garen was confident in combat and his Ten Thousand True Technique was powerful in terms of flexibility and could flexibly change moves.

After just a dozen rounds, March felt that his battle skills, which had been thoroughly tempered using the computer simulation, were now showing lots of flaws.

Hiss!

His arm was gashed.

"Don't force me!!" March bellowed in anger.

"The end."

Garen randomly flicked his machete upwards and it brushed March's chest lightly from a totally unexpected point of view.

Boom!

To his surprise, March suddenly erupted into a mass of snowball. A large amount of white snow splattered everywhere and even the edge of his blade was blocked on the outside.

"This is a Space Jump prop?" Garen recalled in his mind the somewhat-similar-things he had seen.

As long as this kind of prop was prepared in advance, using it at the right time could help one to immediately flee the battle area and escape successfully. There were also grading division for this things.

The surging friction of the energy field in the battle of high-level Energy Machinists was extremely scary. The more advanced the battle level, the more difficult it was to Space Jump, so a higher grade of this sort of jumping prop was required.

Garen also did not expect March to have such a prop. One had to know that they were both Level Five Energy Machinists and the elites in their sect, hence the break out of their strength was close to the New-Moon Level resonance Energy Machinists. Under these conditions, for the jump to be effective, the value of this kind of prop was absolutely no less than a golden crystal, which was a million crystal stones! Moreover, it was priced out of the market.

"Who knew he's a wealthy fellow?" Garen licked his lips and looked at March, who was now a small dot in the distance. He thrust forward and chased after him speedily.

However, after pursuing for some time, March disappeared directly on the horizon. He actually used another jumping prop.

"If back then, Ron and Barlow were given the opportunity to use jumping props, it would have been really troublesome." Garen admired the convenience of this prop.

However, come to think of it, he was holding the Demonic Blade Sunlight in his hand. The level of that kind of Magic Soldier was too high, and the turbulent energy field fluctuations were not something that could be overcome by the jumping prop March had in his hands.

It was estimated that only more advanced jumping props would work.

Regardless, March would still return to Scarlet Snow Sect, so there would be a chance to kill him sooner or later. Garen was not worried. He turned around and continued to move in the direction of his plan.

The black earth was deserted, dead silent. There was no daylight here, only night, hence it was called Plains of Everlasting Night.

Garen retrieved the topographic map of the Plains of Everlasting Night, which was obtained earlier from Senior Sister Rainy, from his Energy Machine Imprint. Now and then, he corrected his direction and went straight to the nearest black market.

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Five hours later...

On the edge of a marshland in the Plains of Everlasting Night.

A black swarm of poisonous insects swooped toward a black silhouette that was gradually moving forward.

As soon as the poisonous insects fluttered their wings and approached the figure, large clouds of white coldness suddenly broke out from the man, instantly sweeping up the whole swarm of poisonous insects.

The oval-shaped, black poisonous insects were instantaneously stiffened up. They were frozen into ice and rained down on the ground like beans.

"Level Three poisonous black bees?" The person bent over and picked up a tiny black crystal that was naturally agglomerated in the midst of the poisonous insects. The crystal was irregularly shaped, giving him an extremely delicious and sweet feeling as if it was tempting him to swallow it directly.

"Level Three Void Essence, worth one hundred crystals." Garen held the Void Essence between his fingers and conveniently threw it into his Space Ring. There were currently more than twenty such Level Three essences in his Space Ring.

All of them were gathered from these poisonous bees.

This seemed to be a gathering place of the poisonous bee colonies and these disgusting creatures were everywhere. Although these poisonous bees were rated at Level Three, Level Four Energy Machinists might not even be able to deal with their toxicity. Therefore, this was undoubtedly a very dangerous zone for Level Three and Leve Four Energy Machinists. Yet, it was considered nothing for Garen.

Garen stood at the edge of the white marshland and looked ahead.

"Here is where the Black Market should be. How come there's nobody?" He was wrapped in a black robe. His entire person was shrouded in the robe, covering his looks and body. The robe also had the effect of insulating life energy field, magnetic field, as well as an electric field. It was the best-branded product on the market.

After observing the around with uncertainty, Garen suddenly noticed that, on the other side of the marshland in a distance, there were also two figures in black robes.

"Doong ni ada, lo lo sa?" One of the people voiced out from afar. The distance between them and Garen was more than ten meters away. Even though the voice was clearly transmitted, he did not know the language.

Garen knitted his eyebrows.

"Who are you guys?"

He spoke directly using the universal language of Mother Planet.

The opposite person also seemed to realize the language barrier and changed into another language, which was also the universal language of Mother Planet.

"You're also here to look for the Black Market?" The sound, having passed through the translation system, was converted into an electronic synthesizer sound without any tone. It was also indistinguishable whether it belonged to a male or female.

"Yes. How come it is closed down here?" Garen nodded.

"Naturally, it has migrated. Don't you know? The location of Black Market can shift at any time. It is not easy to find it." Another black robe responded softly.

"Can you find it?" Garen frowned and asked.

"Hehe."

The two seemed to have confirmed about something. Without answering, they jumped into the air and darted straight at Garen.

Without closing the distance yet, both of their hands suddenly shot out two objects resembling black energy arrows from far. These things quickly twisted in mid-air. They were actually two strange black ropes; ropes made of pure energy!

Garen sensed the fluctuations of the two person's energy field. It was previously isolated by the black robes and hence, the details were not known. At this time, making their move would naturally cause it not to be concealed anymore. The both of them were Level Four Energy Machinists, and the fluctuation of their move was rather strong. They exerted almost all the power of their skill through that rope-esque object.

The two were from the general sects.

Garen steadied himself.

"We have two people. Hand over your space ring and we will leave you with a living path to get lost!"

One of them laughed.

They saw that the black ropes were going to come in contact with Garen and bind him.

Suddenly, a burst of white chill spread out and Garen lightly slashed out a black line under his robe.

The edge of the blade gently tapped on each of the two ropes.

A crackling sound like the shattering of a glass was heard.

The two black ropes suddenly exploded into pieces, turning into countless black-colored ice pieces and dropped on the ground.

Garen stomped his foot forcibly and leaped up, darting toward the two.

The two were immediately frightened and changed their course of action. From flying forward, it became an emergency retreat.

Their mouths were anxiously shouting some unintelligible words and circles of black ripples were emanating from their bodies.

When the ripples that were just of the force of Level Four came in contact with the energy field near Garen, they were easily suppressed by Garen's Level Five energy field and disappeared.

The two spun around to flee but were caught up by Garen, who gave one slash each. Garen was very tactful in his move. He directly broke the four limbs of both men with his knife back, and at the same time, a severe coldness spread over them, freezing the two into two human popsicles. They fell down from the sky and into the white marshland, causing a huge splash of white lime-like powder.

Krak, krak…

Garen landed. His boots stepped on the white powdery marshland, giving off the sound of treading on the snow. When he came to the two black-robed people, they were still begging for mercy in horror and kept clamoring at Garen not to kill them.

"I'll ask and you will answer."

"Yes, yes, yes… Hehe, whatever that sir asks, we will absolutely not dare to hide any truth!" "Yes, whatever sir wants us to do, we will definitely not refuse!"

The two men appeared to be terribly afraid of death. They skillfully and hastily replied. After hearing that Garen wanted to ask some questions, they let out a sigh of relief, knowing that they would not die for the time being.

Garen frowned and tore off the black robes of the two men. Two bareheaded bald heads were immediately revealed; they were actually two brothers. Their skin was pale and it seemed to be inherent. Their eyes were pale red and they did not seem to be the likes of the people of Planet Mother. At this time, the two men were sweating furiously. Their panicked faces were still trying hard to squeeze out a humble smile, attempting to please Garen.

"Where are you from?"

"Planet Huaiyang! Planet Huaiyang of the Sagittarius Galaxy!" The left one rushed to answer.

"Sagittarius Galaxy?" Garen had heard of this place before. It was extremely far away; tens of thousands of light-years away from Mother Planet. "Whatever. I'm too lazy to bother about where you are from. Do you know where the new location to which the Black Market has migrated is?"

Chapter end