The Chronicle the Fenix Clan

Keelak

"Stop !" six people jumped against the five Magic Academy children.

"People of the Keelak !" sizzle Gladys

"They're the polishers" whispered Quentin.

The Keelak people of the West, were one of the rebels. They are different from the Enet People who are also from the West.

The Keelak people are not willing to be governed by the government of the Zamorazhivaneya Empire, let alone by the Enet Nation. They considered their status higher than the Enet Nation.

As a result these Keelak people appeared in the cities, mostly or mostly doing work as polishers. A poller is a person or group of people who commit theft, or theft against another person, using force.

"What should we do?" ask Zhonglei.

"Their bodies are three times, even four times the height of all of us" the five children looked at the six Keelak people who were big and rough height.

The six people were seen laughing. They slowly advanced toward Zhonglei and his comrades, who retreated slowly.

"There is no other way but to run and ask for help" said Hani Wang.

"And we'll split up to escape, starting from....

Now !" the roar of Hani Wang's voice split the silence of that desolate road.

The sound of the children's feet running on the hard snow was heard, following the violent clashes of the angry Keelak people saw the five boys running away.

"Catch !"

"Don't let it escape !"

"One man followed me, we went after that skinny boy. I see he's the most royal shopping. I think he has a lot of gold coins !"

The two adults hunted Zhonglei. Meanwhile Zhonglei ran towards the other streets that looked deserted as well.

"Deadlock !

This road is dead end !"

Zhonglei panic. His eyes looked quickly towards the road. He was fixed on a 3-foot long stick.

"It's like the length of a short sword. I wish I could get rid of those two pollinators" the boy's heart went back to hammering.

It was still clear in his memory, when he was hunted by twenty teenage Shulam experts. Something similar happened again. He will face two adult Keelak Tribe.

Zhonglei then hid above the wall which made the road become a dead end. With a single move of the legs, he felt the shulam energy being pumped profusely, making his legs become strong and the body become light.

He had jumped twelve feet (4 meters) high, and lightly landed on the wall.

The sound of footsteps rang out towards that dead end.

"Where's the boy?"

"This is a dead end. There's no way he can disappear, let's search around!" tell the man who is the most muscular and tall.

Suddenly I heard a loud screech. Then a body floated from the height of the wall. His movements were similar to that of a giant bird spreading its wings, while two claws were ready to prey on the opponent.

"Ouch !"

"Ouch !"

Zhonglei swung the short stick twice, in the moves he learned in the Emaram Sword Technique.

The swing of the staff hit the weak point of the two Keelak people, but because the ten-year-old child's energy was so weak, the two Keelak people only felt pain. The two men did not become paralyzed with the attack.

"Bad boy !" the tallest man swung his hand. He hit with brute force.

Wush !

"You wretched child.. Soon when you truly turn into a witch, you will surely seek our revenge and oppress us.

I'd better kill you"

The face of the Elbow man turned cruel. He pulled a dagger from his waist. Laughing, he mocked..

"Wizards like you are the ones who make things difficult for ordinary people like us.

If I were to kill you now, wouldn't I have been instrumental in eliminating one would-be monster in the future?"

Zhonglei became frightened. Anyway he's still a kid. Such cruel deeds and words, were not the consumption of children like him.

But right now he is clapping. If he did not fight back with all his might, it would be him who killed these two evil beings. With nanar eyes Zhonglei recalled the technique that Coach Aragoroth had taught him.

"Training to crush soybeans in this bottle, similar to the Soul-Shredding Technique.

The basics are the same. But your understanding and mastery of your shullam energy has not yet reached this stage"

The two people walked closer slowly. The longer it gets closer at a distance of about 12 feet.

Zhonglei himself cleared his mind. He threw away all the fear in his heart. The boy is now focused on all the shulam energy in his energy center. He closed his eyes for a while, and re-opened his eyes.

The boy's eyes were shining strangely. The two elbow men instantly became wary. The two looked at each other, though,

"are we going to keep this boy down?"

"this boy looks weird.. Wouldn't it be better...."

"No !. I have to continue killing this child" the other man held the dagger high.

"Please say goodbye to the world !" the tall man was crying.

Simultaneously Zhonglei sang in a mellow, yet terrible tone ...

"Slaying the soul !"

The tall man immediately glared. He saw something in the form of a hooded figure formed from blackish smoke curled himself up. The man screamed bitterly. But he fell silent when his life was gone.

The other man screamed in fear. His eyes glared at Zhonglei..

"You witch !

K-you The soul-tearing "the whole hair of the Keelak man brushes his breath hunting and he feels his soul has drifted.

The man ran quickly, leaving Zhonglei in the deserted passageway. But it is unfortunate for him. The little boy who was seen in a state of trance (trance) was once again reverberating a terrible sad tone.

"Slaying the soul !"

Once again the shriek of grief sounded terrifying inside that desolate road. The black hooded figure in the form of smoke swallowed the other male Keelak's soul. The man also died with a torn soul condition.

Zhonglei fell down. His body was sweating between fear and enthusiasm as well as being able to perform a soul-tearing technique that only a shulam expert could perform at level one.

He had not even moved to the central academy of the middle region, yet he was capable of performing soul-tearing techniques.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhonglei.

Meanwhile, without the child noticing, a pair of eyes fixedly stared at him in deep shock. Those eyes belonged to Hani Wang who observed Zhonglei's magic execution, without blinking an inch.

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