Chapter 004: The Jedi
Du Fan’s mind settled a bit. He might not be able to handle those strong attackers among the sneakers, but if it were just these lackeys, he wasn’t afraid. It seemed that City Lord Gabriel couldn’t find many strong fighters willing to fight to the death against him.
Du Fan was secretly pleased when, suddenly, his mind tightened, and his entire body froze mid-air. When he landed, he couldn’t help but frown.
In that brief instant, he sensed an extremely intense killing intent that made his whole body shiver. He immediately realized he had encountered a strong opponent—one definitely not like Ordas or Alferes. Though this person might not be as powerful as those two, their killing aura was far more severe. In simpler terms, the number of people this strong opponent had killed was likely beyond even the combined total of those two.
At that moment, a strangely eerie cry came from all directions.
A sense of unease arose in Du Fan’s heart. Just then, a dark figure seemed to emerge from beneath the ground!
This figure was pitch black, holding two oddly shaped swords in each hand—their tips shaped like curved hooks. Behind him, it seemed he also carried a giant bow. With one hand holding a sword and the other holding the bow, he rushed at Du Fan, his body close to the ground. Both swords emitted a chilling cold aura. His speed was so fast it was like a phantom. If not for Du Fan’s extraordinary sense of perception, he would have barely been able to see this shadow.
Du Fan was shocked. He couldn’t afford to worry about any schemes at this moment; he knew that if he blocked this attack, he would never get another chance.
Without caring whether it was wasteful or not, he mobilized all his magical energy. His mental energy became as fine as silk threads. If anyone could see mental energy at this moment, they would see Du Fan surrounded by silver threads like silk, making him act like a puppet suspended and controlled by those threads.
However, thanks to these threads, Du Fan’s movements were several times faster than usual. In an instant, his hands moved swiftly, and he pulled out a dozen or so magic scrolls from his storage ring before throwing them out without even looking.
The opponent clearly didn’t expect Du Fan to be so extravagant—he had already destroyed over a dozen magic scrolls along the way, and now another dozen were smashed. After all, crafting magic scrolls is not easy; even great magi usually only carry a few as backups. Du Fan’s reckless spending, though perhaps unmatched in scale, was certainly unprecedented. If the magi on the continent learned of his way of using magic scrolls, many would surely be furious beyond measure.
Faced with such an overwhelming number of magic scrolls, even that powerful warrior dared not engage head-on. Instantly, he retreated like a ghost.
When those dozen or so magic scrolls exploded simultaneously, various magical elements flew through the air. It was no longer possible to identify them individually; all that could be seen was the purest forms of power colliding endlessly. In such a scenario, not only an ordinary warrior but even a holy knight or holy mage bearing the title of “saint” couldn’t guarantee they could escape unscathed.
After a while, the collision of magical elements finally ceased. Where the magic scrolls had exploded, a vast empty space remained, along with a deep hole. The vines around it were as if burned, nearly completely withered.
Du Fan frowned and glanced at the scene several times. He dared not be careless. He wanted to take out more magic scrolls, but upon reaching in, he couldn’t help but groan inwardly. Throughout his journey, he had destroyed countless magic scrolls whenever needed, but despite their abundance, there was still a limit. He hadn’t been frugal enough, and now he faced the consequences—there was only one magic scroll left in his storage ring!
Yet Du Fan didn’t show any surprise. He quietly slipped the last magic scroll into his sleeve, grasped his Phantom Wand with his left hand, and drew his longsword, Silver Moon, with his right.
Though he had Silver Moon in his possession, he hadn’t used it yet. He knew Chenchen had cast a spell on it, but he didn’t know what it was. However, Chenchen had exaggerated its effects greatly. Now, knowing Chenchen’s strength, Du Fan was confident in its power. His resolve strengthened, and he slowly placed Silver Moon across his chest.
Just then, a light laugh sounded, followed by a strangely eerie tone coming from all directions: “Sir… impressive skills… But I wonder how many times you can use them?”
This tone was extremely peculiar. Although it was the language commonly used in the Roland Continent, it had a somewhat awkward quality to it, just like how foreigners spoke Chinese in Du Fan’s previous life—their strange accent was frustrating. Yet upon hearing the other party speak, Du Fan became somewhat more determined. No matter who this person was, his earlier attacks had clearly stunned them. The longer things dragged on, the more advantageous it would be for him. So he took a deep breath and slowly said, “Who exactly are you? Why attack me, Du Fan, without reason? Don’t you know what punishment awaits those who assault a priest?” Though Du Fan spoke with righteous indignation, since the other party had already attacked him, who would care whether he was a priest or a teacher? Even if it were His Holiness the Pope in person, they might still ignore him. But since Du Fan wanted to buy time, such words were perfect. Hearing Du Fan’s question, the man couldn’t help but chuckle and say, “So what if I kill you?” As he spoke, a figure slowly appeared in Du Fan’s line of sight. At first glance, Du Fan frowned again. This “strange man” wielding two swords was emitting black smoke, likely due to the effects of Du Fan’s earlier attack. It was unclear what had been burned, but even so, when Du Fan saw his face, he couldn’t help but mutter that although this man resembled the people of the Gavin Empire, his hair was styled in a bizarre way—completely shaved on the sides with only a slanted strand in the middle. His face was also covered in colorful markings, seemingly runes. From this, Du Fan roughly figured out their identity. With such a hairstyle, tone, and those strange facial markings, he should have guessed right away that the one who had attacked him was a barbarian from the northeast. These barbarians worshipped some deity unknown, and upon birth, the men of their tribe had to have runes written all over their faces using a strange potion. It was said that only in this way could they possibly survive in the harsh northern environment. This peculiar custom meant that once these barbarians appeared, their identity could be recognized immediately, serving as proof of their identity that outsiders could never disguise.
The one who attacked him was actually a barbarian—Du Fan couldn’t imagine such a thing. After all, no matter how fierce the barbarians were or how incompetent the imperial city guards, at least the Northern Legion should have been there, so these guys wouldn’t have been able to appear silently in the city lord’s residence! Unless that old scoundrel Gabriel was colluding with these barbarians! Du Fan’s mind became utterly chaotic. He vaguely thought of several possibilities but immediately dismissed them all. The barbarian, seeing Du Fan’s strange expression, smiled again and said, “You… you’ve figured out my identity? But it’s useless. You’ll die tonight anyway, all of you will die here.” As soon as he finished speaking, he dashed forward with the agility of a fish in water and the speed of lightning in the sky, charging at Du Fan. The two strange long swords in his hands left trails of light, looking extremely sinister, as if they could tear a person apart at any moment. Seeing this attack, Du Fan knew he had no way of blocking it. Though confident, he wasn’t arrogant. If he could withstand this attack, then those powerful warriors who had trained for decades could just go ahead and kill themselves against a tofu block. But Du Fan wasn’t the kind to give up easily. With a casual wave, he threw a few gold coins from his sleeve, sneering, “Let’s see how many times you can block me. I have tons of magic scrolls!” The barbarian warrior was shocked. He had already suffered a setback under Du Fan’s attacks. To be honest, he was already afraid of those magic scrolls. He didn’t even have time to see clearly if they really were magic scrolls before instinctively retreating. Seeing this as his chance, Du Fan didn’t take the time to gloom over his success. Instead, he quickly retreated, waving his magic staff in his left hand before leaving to cast a few wind blade spells for effect. The warrior was stunned when Du Fan retreated, not understanding what was going on. But when he realized those things thrown at him were just gold coins, he became furious. He wasn’t stupid—he knew he had been tricked by Du Fan. He tried to chase after him and slash Du Fan to death, but several wind blades came at him. He dodged swiftly, but in those few seconds, Du Fan had already retreated dozens of meters. Yet the warrior wasn’t afraid. With a grunt, he slowly headed in the direction Du Fan had fled.