The God of Cataka

12

Bao Yu laid Shen Zhu on her bed carefully, then undressed her bloodstained clothes. He examined the young man's body before changing into clean clothes.

No abrasions.

No bruises.

Even when Bao Yu activated super vision to examine his internal organs, he found no signs of damage in the slightest.

It could be said that it has been completely healed.

All the dirt sucked into his body, Bao Yu thought. How can he stay okay?

It's getting better.

His spiritual strength had even increased.

Bao Yu could feel it.

This child went up a few levels, he said inwardly. Not sure what the level was, but he knew it was pretty high.

Then why is he unconscious? Bao Yu wondered in her heart.

He did various ways to resuscitate Shen Zhu, but until late at night, the young man was unconscious.

Bao Yu ordered his other disciples to stand guard all night in turns in anticipation of the usual dark attacks on Shen Zhu over the past five years.

But the whole night it was completely safe. There was no dark attack of black smoke trying to drag Shen Zhu along.

This feels weird too!

Making Bao Yu inexhaustible.

What exactly is this child going through?

And why didn't he wake up?

In his subconscious…

Shen Zhu was on my toes with the same dark-robed mysterious figure. But Shen Zhu felt sure the figure was different from the dark-robed figure he met in the inheritance room.

This figure was too impulsive and very deadly.

Was he the demon that attacked me every night with dark energy while I was asleep?

The figure overlapped Shen Zhu and strangled him. He sat bowing in Shen Zhu's stomach like someone riding a horse. His two smooth white hands strangled Shen Zhu's neck with his long, slender fingers yet strong enough to bend a sword.

Shen Zhu clutched the two wrists that choked him while thrashing, and for the first time he was finally able to see the face of his assailant.

The face under the hood smiled obliquely and Shen Zhu gasped and flabbergasted.

The mysterious cloaked assailant turned out to be himself.

How could? thought surprised.

What kind of demon can imitate the face of its victim?

Suddenly her brother's silly words on the night before the tragedy flashed through her mind.

"Wait until your soul is taken away, you'll believe it!"

Is he trying to take my soul? Shen Zhu wondered in his heart. If that's what he wants…

Don't hope! inner Shen Zhu was full of determination, then put up a fight. He tried to overthrow the figure from above his body, but however he tried, the figure remained perched on top of his body without being swayed in the slightest. The grip of his fingers on Shen Zhu's neck was as strong as pliers.

There must be a way to defeat him, Shen Zhu thought.

If that sword spirit doesn't lie, I shouldn't die easily, right? he said in his heart.

Time to prove his words! shen Zhu's.

He swung his hand to the side imagining himself wielding a sword, and instantly the sword actually appeared in his grasp.

Not wanting to waste any time, Shen Zhu then swung the sword and slammed it into the assailant's waist and managed to overthrow him.

The figure that resembled him was shrieking while smothering the wound on his waist.

The entire place around him looked as empty as the horizon. There was only a white puff of smoke floating around him and it glittered in a colorful light like in a galaxy. Under his feet, the transparent glass floor sparkled like crystal.

The figure also sighed rising up his body and staggered, standing bent over bending his stomach while still holding the wound on his waist. He looked at Shen Zhu with his eyebrows hooked and tightened his jaws. Then it jerked its free hand and in an instant the exact same sword as Shen Zhu was already in its hand.

Shen Zhu was again flabbergasted, and grasped his sword rod with both hands. He watched the figure vigilantly.

The figure flicked his sword to the side and grinned, hinting at a challenge.

Shen Zhu lunged towards the figure while swinging his sword, but in just one flick he had already bounced off.

The figure came back grinning.

The sword did not even touch me, Shen Zhu stared in amazement. He pulled up his body and put up the horses again. This sword turned out to be that great, he thought. I have to learn the technique!

The figure moved his fingers around his sword in a few moves while muttering a spell. Then swung the sword towards Shen Zhu without having to bother approaching him.

A jet of dome-shaped white light shot towards Shen Zhu and swept over his body.

Shen Zhu bounced back and fell down.

Light slash! Shen Zhu concluded. He remembered that it was only part of the basic spiritual sword technique that Bao Yu had taught him. The rest depends on the spiritual strength of each person who uses it.

Judging from his expression, the figure did not even exert a quarter of his strength.

Shen Zhu usually needed full power to be able to shoot out light energy within a radius of one meter. That doesn't necessarily work either.

This figure was clearly not simple, Shen Zhu thought. Then it tried to concentrate on exerting its inner power and channeling it to the tip of its sword.

A SLAAASSSH!

Shen Zhu flicked his sword with the same technique, and he could unexpectedly blast that dome-shaped light energy into a radius of tens of meters.

The entire place that was hit by that burst of light energy exploded and roared except for that mysterious figure.

The figure that resembled him remained unshaken. Only his hair and robe were whipped and fluttering. And once again, the figure smiled obliquely.

This man has no intention of killing me! Shen Zhu was aware.

And Shen Zhu was not mistaken.

That figure was clearly motivating Shen Zhu to fight back.

He was testing Shen Zhu.

If he wanted to kill her, he had done it from the beginning. His power level was already at the heavenly realm.

Because he's a god.

He was the original owner of the sword.

God Cataka!

And…

About the look of his face…

It is not really a result of manipulation.

His real face is like that. Like Shen Zhu. That was why the sword spirit directly chose Shen Zhu.

Shen Zhu suddenly dropped himself in front of the figure. Half kneeled half crouching. One knee rested on the floor, the other was folded in front in a squatting manner. One arm was crossed in front of his chest with his hands clenched, the other hand supported on his sword shaft. His head bowed full of service.

The figure remained unmoved, staring at Shen Zhu with a flat expression. Not surprised at all. "Do you understand?" he asked in a thin whisper that resembled a gust of wind.

Shen Zhu bowed even deeper.

The figure again smiled slantedly, "It's good that you understand" he said. "From now on I will set a strict training discourse for you. Morning, real combat training. Afternoon, read and study. When you rest to heal wounds, you must remember all the knowledge about demons and pay close attention to how to attack and figure out their weaknesses. Afternoon, stamina training: strength, endurance, speed, nothing should be lacking. Only with a strong proportion of the body can withstand high intensity training. Only with continuous practice can you reach the target. And your target is to become the strongest knight in history!"

Shen Zhu gulped. But his throat was suddenly dry.

"If you dare to escape, you will never wake from your sleep!" the Dewa Petaka.