The Martial Master - 60 Someones hiding.

“N-No…”

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… ~ “Sir..?”

“Hm?”

With a sudden quiver, the tired man’s glazed-over eyes refocused onto the group of 3rd circle Mages. His disposition was pale and his breath ragged, and with the strange look of the blue-haired disciple, he coughed.

“Ah… Yang Ju, overlook the operation for a while, will ya?”

Yang Ju paused, but he quickly nodded. The tired man bent, then turning around he gazed far into the distance.

“It seems that they have come…”

A mysterious glint shone in his eyes as a faint flicker of white emerged from the horizon. A faint rumble shook the sky, then as everyone suddenly shuddered, a figure appeared before the tired man.

He had vibrant eyes. Eyes that shone with a limitless profundity that contradicted the dull bluntness of the tired man.

“Aye, Senior Yang Wei!”

His expression was all smiles as he jumped and lifted his shoulder around the tired man, who was called Yang Wei.

“I guess you are here to fight the Ancient?”

Yang Wei, dodging the vibrant youth, spoke out with a dreary tone. However, before the vibrant youth could even speak, Yang Wei spoke once more.

“I’m fine with it, so don’t bother fighting me for merits.”

His expression was serious but to the vibrant youth, it was normal. In fact, Yang Wei has always been a strange character in the sect, one who although powerful wouldn’t participate in missions nor attempt to go up in the sect’s ladder.

Now, with this situation where he even left his normal seclusion, many found it strange. Though, not many knew of Yang Wei’s history with the Ancient Race. This is because Yang Wei is one of the oldest disciples in the sect, ranging to around a couple thousand years in age.

He is always tired and has a strangely sad disposition after that incident. He lost his vigour to blast to the peak of the world, settling in the renowned 5th circle. Nevertheless, when he was young, his talent dumbfounded the elders into a spirited stupor. Not so more now, anyhow.

“How long has it been since you came out? This must be a truly exceptional enemy to make you do so!”

The vibrant youth’s eyes shined a peculiar light as he took a glance at the far-away cave. He didn’t ponder too deeply, but everyone including him knew that this tired man was nothing to scoth at. In fact, considering his deep age and strange personality, the actual strength of Yang Wei was unknown.

This unknown was chilling.

“Now… I recommend waiting for this array to be finished before you do anything stupid.”

Yang Wei waved his hand as he took a step back. A sudden dense stream of white thus surrounded an area behind him and formed a blinding light. Then, with a flash, a small hut formed and took place on the ground.

Yang Wei appeared before the door and wandered in, yawning. He took a single glance back at the small forest a couple kilometres away, and with an eventual sigh, he closed the door.

“Hrmm… I really want to see what’s in there.”

The vibrant youth tapped the ground with impatience as he continued to stare at the cave that was meant to contain an ancient race being.

“Maybe if I take a quick peek. My stealth technique is taught by the renowned elder after all…”

Taking a glance at the hut behind him, the vibrant youth found that he couldn’t help himself. So, with a sudden shadowy flash, he disappeared before everyone.

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“Ow…”

With a pale face and ragged breath, a golden-haired man grumbled as he stood in an odd world. This world was surrounded by endless fog, where the only relatively clear area was a 5 meters radius around him.

“I guess I was correct.”

His eyes shone with a simple gold and a listless black as he surveyed the world for the hundredth time.

“I need to reach a 10-meter radius to fully complete the 2nd Fist Form… Then, heh.”

He laughed to himself as he gazed at the endless fog that billowed an annoying feeling onto his soul. It was a familiar feeling, one that made him sigh.

“Though, reaching that seems to be difficult. Maybe because I have a low ranking body?”

His face adorned a gloomy countenance as he crackled his fists a couple times. A thunderous bang thus ensued from this simple crackle, displaying a terrifying power.

“Hm?”

His body trembled as a sudden intuition swept his into his senses. One that told him to wake up!

*RUMBLE*

“Someone found me?”

He grumbled, but deciding against staying here, the world began to rupture and rumble.Then, not taking even a second, everything vanished from his view.

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“Darkened gold?”

With a silent thought, a vibrant youth gazed at a small forest right in front of him. A slow and surreal haze of gold reflected itself in his profound pupils, one that was tinged with sparse darkness.

Even Su Min hasn’t realised this, so the vibrant youth had no clue what it would be. Though, he at least knew that this golden haze originated from ancient energy.

“Maybe it’s a half breed?”

The vibrant man pondered with his hazed existence. An existence that would go undetected even beneath a 5th circle mages casual sense.

*SNAP*

“Oh?”

With a curious gaze, the vibrant man appeared to the side and studied the cave. A faint rummaging sound quaked inside, and as a gradual pitter-patter of footsteps echoed towards him, a silhouette emerged.

*SHING*

Golden hair and a simple face etched with ancientness walked out. A pair of calm eyes glimmered outwards, revealing the two contrasting colours of black and gold.

However, a strange red haze surrounded this man. An occasional tremor would rummage through this haze, causing it to thicken ever so slightly.

“What am I looking at?”

The vibrant youth scratched his head as confusion overtook him. Black, red and gold? What on earth?

He knew that gold represented Ancient, as for the red haze, he also knew that it was something attributed to a races bloodline. He didn’t know which energy realm it came from, but he guessed that it was ancient bloodline energy, as that’s the only possibility.

Every race is either Ancient, Heavenly or Martial. This means that their everything originates from those three energies, but that doesn’t mean that they have to adorn the energies original colour or properties. Some may be red, blue, orange. And some may be hot, cold, powerful, even weak.

As for the reason, even he doesn’t know.

As for that black, well, there was only one word that came into his head.

“Martial..?”

However, this guess was way too far-fetched in the youth’s eyes. This was because one couldn’t stray from their Energy Realm. This means that, yes, you can be half one race and half another, but you must be in the same group! Ie, you must only be Ancient, Heavens or Martial.

No one can surmount this rule.

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“I’m not tired..?”

With a glance to the bright daylight, Su Min felt something he hasn’t experienced for a long time. It was a feeling that made his mind seem clear and energized, a feeling of being awake!

He has lived for as long as he can remember with the ever-present fatigue, and he just learnt to live with it. Now, with it revoked, what would he be able to do?

“Oh, someone’s hiding from me…”