Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

Romero Manor was located in the ninth agricultural area of Fog City. Although it was sparsely populated, it had a vast expanse of wheat fields. A medieval manor that seemed to be slightly old stood alone there, and dim lights flashed in the dark night.    

It looked very shabby on the outside, but there was a difference of heaven and earth within it. It was as dazzling as a palace.    

At this moment, in the secret room of the manor.    

"This is a great moment!"    

Sitting on a jade chair was a middle-aged man with a face as sharp as a knife, sunken eyes, and an aquiline nose. His voice was calm, and his gaze was like an invisible sword, causing everyone present to feel a stab of pain in their hearts.    

"Honor!"    

The six men in the secret chamber shouted in unison and greeted each other in a strange manner.    

Subsequently, everyone's gazes were shot towards the table beside the middle-aged man. Their gazes were filled with fervent excitement, greed, and fear.    

On the table, a small metal box was glowing with a cold light.    

"Today, the head of the Twelve Origin Cores on the Mutant Race, the great altar, has finally landed in the hands of our Cook Family."    

As the middle-aged man spoke, he slowly knelt down. The six people behind him also knelt down on the ground, staring at the middle-aged man as he extended his hands, wanting to touch them.    

Bada!    

Finally, the metal box was opened. An extremely pitch-black object that emitted light appeared before everyone's eyes.    

It was a simple object. It was completely black, with a black disc the size of a palm. In the middle, there was a black cylinder about the size of a wrist. The entire surface of the cylinder was covered with scars that looked like earthworms.    

The moment the metal box was opened, the temperature of the room plummeted.    

At the same time, including the middle-aged man, their faces all became distorted in an instant, and gradually grew longer. Their two fangs grew at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.    

"Lord Count …" This aura, this feeling, this feeling, is the Origin Core that we have been bitterly searching for. "    

These fellows had bloodshot eyes as they stared fervently at the Origin Core.    

The middle-aged man did not respond. He reached out his hand, trembling as he nervously caressed the source core with an excited expression.    

"That's right, it's an Origin Core …"    

The moment the middle-aged man's finger touched the Origin Core, the sound suddenly stopped. The expression on his face froze for a moment, and in the next moment, it became distorted.    

Puff!    

The Origin Core shattered into pieces and was crushed by the middle-aged man.    

"Count!"    

"Sir Star Lord?"    

The expressions of the six people on their knees all changed, and they were astonished.    

"Damn it! Damn it! This is fake, fake! "    

The middle-aged man immediately stood up, and with a twisted expression he angrily roared, "How can a real source core break? You bunch of idiots, all of you have been played by that damned Oriental woman!"    

Hearing this, everyone had an incredulous look on their faces. One of them said unwillingly, "Count, but the aura above …" "We can all clearly sense it …"    

Before he could finish his sentence, the middle-aged man's knife-like eyes swept over them. Then, an afterimage flashed by, and with a bang, the person who spoke was sent flying. When he crashed into the ground, black blood spurted out.    

"Lord Count, please have mercy. I … I know I was wrong." Not only did the fellow that was sent flying not dare to resist at all, he even kept rolling and crawling until his head crashed onto the ground.    

"Humph!"    

The middle-aged man snorted, his gaze sweeping across the rest of the people, and said coldly, "The Origin Core of Mutant Race is indestructible, not to mention the altar at the head of the twelve Origin Cores, a group of idiots!"    

Even though he couldn't understand the lifelike aura from before, being crushed like this was definitely a lie! Absolutely!    

Ignoring the silent crowd below, the middle-aged man let out an angry howl, causing everyone's ears to ring.    

"Hee Xinqiong, you … bitch, I definitely won't let you get away with this. I definitely will!"    

At this moment, a light sound came from the door of the secret room.    

"Come in!" The frenzied middle-aged man tried his best to suppress his anger as he stared at the door with his scarlet eyes.    

In a flash, a young man walked into the room, quivering with fear on his face.    

"B-Lord Count, we …" "Our mission failed, and that expert called Zhang Yang did not appear. Later on, we wanted to capture the person beside him, but the other party was already prepared. We, we fell into a trap."    

"A trap?" Suddenly, the ruthlessness on the middle-aged man's body vanished as his voice became terrifyingly calm. "Where are the others?"    

"Die …" Only William and I escaped. "    

"Dead?" The middle-aged man's eyes stared wide open as he suddenly sneered: "Good, very good. It's rare for two people to survive. Where's William?"    

"He, he stays in Xiangjiang and waits for Lord Count's new order. I …"    

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a loud roar from the middle-aged man.    

"Idiot!" Fifteen experts, four of them can transform, and you guys actually came back to tell me that you failed, what's the use of keeping you idiots around! "    

After saying this, a shadow flashed. The middle-aged man had already arrived in front of him. His five fingers formed a claw as he suddenly placed it on top of the middle-aged man's head.    

"Lord Count, spare …"    

There was a humming sound, as if an invisible stream of air was flowing around. The man's horrified expression froze for a moment, his hair was rapidly turning white, falling off, and the skin on his face was quickly showing lines of wrinkles.    

His body was gradually shrinking and withering … He could vaguely see a black gas flowing from the head into his palm.    

Crash! *    

The middle-aged man released his grip, and a pile of dried bones scattered onto the ground.    

The remaining six people trembled in fear as they watched this scene. They knelt on the ground, not daring to move.    

"Idiots have no right to live in this world, don't disappoint me in the future." A cold voice echoed, and a sharp gaze swept across the crowd.    

"Yes, Lord Count!"    

"..."    

Weng! *    

Zhang Yang sat cross-legged. The small sword that was suspended above his palm suddenly vibrated violently, as if it was about to cut through the sky.    

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhang Yang grabbed onto the small sword with a grave expression on his face. At this moment, he felt that this foot long small sword was extremely heavy.    

Before he refined it, the little sword was as light as a feather. Now that he locked it with the magic imprint in his body, it felt like it weighed at least a few hundred pounds. Moreover, he had an idea that if it wasn't already locked in place, it would be difficult for him to hold it in his hand.    

It was as if it did not approve of its master.    

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and grabbed onto the tail of the sword. Blood flowed out of the sword and into the sword. At the same time, Zhang Yang could feel the trembling of the small sword.    

Instantly, a wave of ancient aura that was ancient and ancient seemed to pounce at him, then he felt an incomparably sharp sword wave!    

A resplendent ray of light slashed out, slashing into the void and slashing towards the star map above his head.    

Silently and soundlessly, the stars in the star map began to revolve, emitting no fluctuations. The endless star charts seemed to directly devour that sword wave.    

At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a sharp fighting intent from the tip of the sword piercing into his heart. An instinct drove him to stand up, then he started waving his sword to create ripples.    

Shua shua shua!    

The sword light was like a bright lightning, rolling around the room and rushing around in the star map. The small sword in Zhang Yang's hand seemed to have a life of its own as it shot out rays of godly light like a raging wind.    

Rather than saying that Zhang Yang was refining, it would be more accurate to say that he was testing it. It was not a real sword technique, but it gave him a type of concept. It was a concept that belonged to a Demon Mark.    

He was immersed in a wonderful experience. Although he did not know whether he could refine it or not, he was completely relying on the state of his heart. He was scattering and chopping at it.    

The broken sword was like a rainbow, its blade emitting a brilliant divine light. Zhang Yang felt that he had no choice but to brandish it, wanting to hack out a soaring wave of killing intent and fighting spirit.    

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!    

The star charts in the sky rotated intensely, the stars gave out a dazzling light one by one. Zhang Yang waved his sword alone in the narrow space and waves of sword aura shot out waves of ripples straight into the star charts.    

His killing intent was awe-inspiring, like a sea of stars that was filled with a hundred rivers!    

At the end, it was unknown when the little sword had left his hands, but along with the constant movements of his arms in the air, it transformed into flowing lights that danced about, as if there was an invisible thin line connecting it.    

"Swoosh!"    

Suddenly, along with a sharp whistling sound, the dancing little sword seemed to melt, turning into a resplendent ripple and merging into the Void Star Map. As if it had never appeared before, it disappeared into nothingness.    

At the same time, the stars in the star chart suddenly became incomparably bright. In the blink of an eye, they turned pitch black, as if they were breathing.    

Zhang Yang stopped and closed his eyes. There was no expression on his face that showed whether he was happy or angry.    

At the moment, his Spiritual Consciousness was shuttling rapidly, and in an instant, in that moment, in that ten thousand miles, in that moment, he 'saw' a small sword quietly floating within his own Life Sea.    

The little sword was not eternally unpredictable. It was constantly changing its shape. It was like a blade, not a blade, not a sword, not a sword. It even became a distorted ripple as it was being surrounded by tens of thousands of thin lines.    

These 'threads' were Zhang Yang's Spiritual Consciousness, and also the veins in his body. They were communicating with and nourishing this Wind Mark at any time.    

Whoosh!    

Letting out a long breath, Zhang Yang opened his eyes and finally couldn't hide the joy on his face.    

He succeeded!    

This tangible magic mark, this Wind Mark within the magic mark, had finally been completely locked down and belonged to him.    

Of course, Wind Mark was only in its elementary stage, and Zhang Yang had only basically succeeded in locking onto it. It disdained staying in his sea of consciousness, and took over the Life Sea.    

As it continued to nourish, the Wind Mark would also continue to grow. It would increase along with Zhang Yang's strength.    

However, even so, Zhang Yang's strength had increased by several times. He could advance, attack, and defend. Even when facing a crowd of thousands, he could still retreat calmly.    

There was also the most important reason, which was that he could finally fly.    

In fact, when he had levelled up to the Quasi-Heaven Level level, he would be able to stay in the air for a short period of time after that Void Vein was formed in his body. But if he had to fly in the air at that time, the Star Power's energy consumption would be too huge, and their speed would not even be as fast as a car.    

But it was different now, if he were to use the void vein to communicate with the Wind Mark, although the Star Power would still consume a lot of energy, the speed would not be comparable.    

Looking at the time, it was already late at night. Immediately, Zhang Yang opened the window and looked down from above. Xiangjiang was the famous Nightless City, and in the distance, there were many tall buildings.    

His expression was eager as he flashed with excitement. Then with a 'sou' sound, he jumped down.    

The scenery quickly retreated, and the sound of wind whistled past their ears. Like a meteor falling to the ground, it began to sink towards the ground.    

"Wah!" "What is that thing!"    

This building was fifty floors high. When Zhang Yang sank to more than a dozen floors, a girl who came back from work accidentally raised her head and saw this scene. She immediately screamed.    

However, in the next moment, her voice came to a halt, replacing it was an incredulous shock and disbelief.    

When this "thing" reached the seventh or eighth level, it suddenly paused in the air. Then, a light flashed under its feet, drawing a small arc in the air. It was like a shooting rocket, soaring into the sky!    

"Chao …" "Superman..."    3

This time, the girl could clearly see that it was not a 'thing', but a person. Her appearance could not be seen, and she seemed to be riding on the wind like a legendary immortal.    

"God …" A deity? "    

The girl rubbed her eyes. When she looked again, her vision was incomparably empty. There was only the bright stars and the crafty moonlight. It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.    

"Illusion! It must be an illusion! I must have been seeing things!" The girl rubbed her forehead and left quickly.