Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren and the young man traveled together. They stopped for a rest every now and then. They eventually came across a human along the way, but he appeared to have just died.

"The straw men must have killed him," said the young man, squatting down to look over the body.

"Yes, it would seem so," Darren responded.

Darren raised his head and scanned the area for footprints left by the straw men. He soon located some, trailing off into the distance.

"Let's follow the footprints and see what this is all about."

They tracked the marks on the ground for as long as they went.

A long walk later, they stopped, stunned by what they discovered.

There were many straw men of all kinds of different shapes and sizes, standing on the ground in front of them. They were all rough, tattered and damaged; some without arms and legs, some without heads and some with their buttocks turned the wrong way around.

"Darren, look!" screeched the young man, his voice trembling.

Among the straw men lay around a dozen corpses. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be the human talents.

Darren's heart stopped at the sight of the bodies.

He quickly ran over to check the corpses, praying in his heart that Finley and his other companions were not among them. If they weren't, they might still be safe somewhere.

Relief washed over him after he had looked over them all, finding that Finley, Weber and his other companions were not one of the dead that lay there.

"Let's get out of here. These straw men are quite vicious and I want no part of it," said the young man, a slight nervous urgency squeaking in his voice.

"Yeah...sure."

Darren didn't want to provoke these many straw men either. Falling back did seem to be their best option at the moment.

However, just as he was about to leave, he noticed something else that caught his attention.

Several straw men had tied a group of humans together with straw ropes and had dragged them over nearby.

Darren sensed that the humans were all still alive.

"You'd better let go of me now, or I'll be forced to burn you all to ashes!

Are you pretending to be deaf? That's it, you've sentenced your whole family to die..."

Darren was shocked. There was no mistaking that voice; it was none other than Weber!

Weber had been captured.

In fact, it seemed that he was not the only one. Darren also detected the auras of Eallard, Finley and Sally.

Although he burned with rage, he felt grateful as well. At least they had only been captured and not killed.

He could not leave now. Finley, Weber and his other companions were being

muddy yellow eyes suddenly flashed with strange light.

Every human that set their eyes on her shuddered in terror.

From afar, Darren sensed her change as well.

"You all deserve to die!"

Her bellowing voice echoed, her voice sounding like countless voices all speaking at once.

"Go to hell!" she roared ferociously, raising her head to the sky.

As a result of her powerful voice, a wild wind kicked up and swept across the entire wilderness.

"Hahaha..." she laughed barbarically.

"Damn it! She is going to kill them!"

Darren yelled out and immediately flew out to her.

"Stop! Who the hell are you?"

Darren shouted, his voice intimidating.

The straw girl shifted her gaze to Darren and opened her massive mouth like she had created a black hole right where they stood.

A peculiar beam of light shone from her mouth and shot out at Darren.

Darren dodged without even thinking and made the straw man that had been following him positioned in front of him.

Bang!

The beam of light struck the straw man head-on and sent him flying.

Darren stepped back and landed beside him. He had thought the straw man would be dead already, but to his surprise, he was totally unharmed.

After she had struck down the straw man, the little straw girl didn't move anymore. Her eyes were fixed on Darren's straw man.

"You variant straw man, how dare you oppose me?" the straw girl roared frighteningly.

The straw man sprung to his feet and stood facing the straw girl.

In the next moment, his arms had turned to a blade and a sword.

Ignoring the straw girl's horrific eyes, he jumped over, leaping huge strides with no signs of flinching or slowing down.

"Go to hell!"

the straw girl shouted viciously.