Chapter 642: Kenji's Conviction...

Chapter 642: Kenji's Conviction...

Chapter 642: Kenji’s Conviction...

“Eh, boss?” Kenji pressed on after Zeras closed his eyes and remained silent, his left hand holding his right arm tightly, with strange veins all over his face.

“Huuuuuu.” A loud exhale resounded as a dark steam rose out of Zeras’s arm, dispersing into the wind.

His right arm dropped limply behind him, causing him to collapse onto the sofa from exhaustion.

“She rendered my arm useless even though I was the one attacking. And she passed death energy into it, something that would have reduced my hand to dust if I had not had three minutes to wipe it off. It’s no doubt she can wipe me out for sure.

And I can sense those remaining two not being any less strong than her, with that red oldie being no doubt stronger than them.”

“There are people who can wipe it out with a single serious attack from them. I have to stay low-key for some time to avoid contact with them,” Zeras planned in his head as he slowly turned his face to Kenji, who was looking at him with big eyes.

“You know, Kenji, if you wanted to join them, you could just say so outright. Why bother weaving around the question?” Zeras asked, as a shameless smile appeared on Kenji’s face.

“Hehe, you caught me again, boss. But really, don’t you think we should join? What if we came across a god weapon, huh, boss? Any enemy before you will be vanquished, boss. And I offer myself to be your right-hand man. What do you say, boss?”

“That reminds me, Kenji, I got quite the nice manual for you. Check it out,” Zeras said as a manual appeared in his hands, and he passed it to Kenji, who looked at it with a creased eyebrow.

He could see various inner and outer sect members entering into it, to partake in the trial, curiosity and hope written over their faces, as they challenged the trials hoping to be given a good reward.

He didn’t know how many of them would really meet with a good reward, but he was well aware that not everyone that entered would return, and those who never returned forever became a part of the tower.

Still, Zeras didn’t want to partake simply due to the fact that he had his manuals to practice.

Now was his biggest time for growth. He’d rather stay in the sect cultivating his strength as quickly as he could rather than running around trying to complete some trials in hope of receiving some good reward from a god.

If he could really retrieve a god-grade weapon from the tower, that would be very nice. He would no doubt be able to easily vanquish all of his enemies, but could he bet his life and death on such a blunder? What if he didn’t find any god-grade treasure? He would be reduced to nothing in two years from now, dying of regret.

When his enemies came for him, he wanted to face them with a will of having given everything, body and soul, into facing them squarely, knowing well he had prepared unfailingly for three straight years. Even if he died, he knew well he at least did all of his best. That would be a warrior’s death! But he would do anything to secure his own chance of survival at all costs.

“Let’s begin another round of cultivation. First, the Nine Star Manual...” Zeras said, diving his consciousness into his spatial ring and bringing out the book.

Twenty minutes passed quickly and he was able to determine quite a few things from the book, things like the manual only containing the third and fourth star body manual.

He already practiced the first two and the manual with him held the secret of the next two after it.

And also, he finally learned the mysterious essence of the third star body that he would be forming soon...