Chapter 190: The Disaster Sword

Chapter 190: The Disaster Sword



The cold wave of realization struck Adam, and he could only ask one thing-Why?

He didn't think that he had done anything to anger the headmaster.

Instead, he had tried to be careful with him, as after a few meetings with him, he realized that Renard was cocky, arrogant, and living in his own world of pretentiousness.

"May I ask what happened?" Adam asked with cold sweat running down his back.

"A friend of yours told me everything." Renard said with a cold smile on his face. "It seems like you've been lying and making fun of me behind my back."

"Who said that?" Adam asked with a frown. "Because that's not true."

"Ryan," Renard said. "And I think everything he said is true because now that I think about it, you were always concealing your emotions with me as if you didn't want me to know what you really thought."

"Ryan?!" Adam's eyes shook. 'I see now. It truly was you, Ryan, but why do you want me to get killed? Did you realize that I was suspicious of you?'

"I thought you could see the broader picture." Renard shook his head.

'Time to shed off the facade.' Adam's expression changed.

"I think you're as ignorant as you're blind." Adam said.

"Huh?" Renard turned his head to him, and it looked like he was about to explode in anger.

"You're believing too much in the goodness of one's hearts." Adam said. "However, in the end, when people get strength over others, they usually use it to oppress."

"You don't get it." Renard said. "I'll mold my followers to follow my lead."

"That's the exact problem." Adam said. "They'll learn to oppress the weak, just like the Pro- Strong are doing now. You say that you don't follow their core values, but in the end, you do, but in a more roundabout way."

"You're just a child; you don't have any clue how the world works!" Renard said. "With strength, I'll make them listen to me. They won't dare to oppose me."

"And when one of your followers grows stronger than you, what then?" Adam asked. "You teach that to get what you want, you'll need to oppress others with strength."

"Silence!" Renard screamed, and the wind picked up, swirling around them violently. The trees got uprooted and sent straight towards the sky.

Adam crossed his arms in front of him, but the wind still pushed him back.

The strength difference between the two of them was as vast as the earth and heaven.

"I am done listening to you." Renard said, then waved his finger above him, and the trees came back crashing down, flying at Adam like flying spears.

Then, from Adam's back, the eight-petaled flower-like wings bloomed out like a brilliant sunrise, and he took off into the sky, leaving Renard behind in shock and awe.

"He can fly?!" Renard's mouth almost hung low. "Transformation Magick?!"

Then, lightning flashed across the sky, and the silhouette of a figure seemed to hover inside those dark clouds, holding a sword above his head.

The lightning struck the sword, and it was so bright that the night sky turned bright. "The Disaster Sword!" Renard shouted louder than the rumbling of the thunder and then swung his sword down with all his might, unleashing a powerful wave of energy.

The lightning wave of energy flew straight down at Adam and the forest below. It was a terrifying sight, like a god attacking mankind.

Adam's face looked pale, and then his wings wrapped around him in a protective cocoon.

Without being able to do anything else, the lightning wave landed on the ground and created a mushroom cloud of explosion that burned the trees to crisp and left a deafening silence in

its wake.

...

In the dormitory room.

The door softly opened and closed.

Like a silent assassin, a masked figure with a large knife walked deeper into the room and noticed the small kitchen with dirty plates and utensils scattered across the counter.

It looked like the occupants had been busy today, so they didn't have time to properly wash

them.

There were also some clothes scattered around the sofa.

It was quite an ordinary sight for a young man's dormitory room.

With silent steps, he came across one of the bedroom doors-Terry's door-and as if the figure knew where to go, he opened that door and stepped inside the dark bedroom.

It was quiet and dark.

The bed was cloaked in the darkness, and it was hard to see anything.

With the large knife, the masked figure walked over to the bed and then raised it high above

his head.

Stab, stab, stab!

He started stabbing through the blanket and into the mattress, over and over again.

However, a frown appeared behind the mask, and he then swung the blanket off the bed.

To his surprise, the bed was empty.

'Where is he?' The masked figure panicked. 'Where has the target gone?'