'Will and soul, is that also the reason why Roxy's body could stay strong despite her already dying? The leftover of this energy still remains in her body.' Alex thought to himself.
He then asked Vesa what the energy's name was. Vesa said the last progenitor named it 'Chudo.'
Back to the fight, the man decided to throw his hammer down. Without it weighing him down, he started fighting back using his fists.
With the free hand, the man punched William in the gut.
The strength was such that William's face turned blue; it pierced through all layers of fat, making his intestines vibrate.
William's body hunched, but he didn't move back; he pushed forward.
William flipped the dagger, making it pointed down, and with all his strength, he pushed the dagger toward the exposed part on the man's nape.
Feeling the danger, the man instinctively raised his shoulder, meeting the stab head-on. It pierced through his muscle, but the man used the opportunity to forcefully bulge his hand, effectively making the dagger stuck.
This broke William's momentum, allowing the man to pressure him back. He hit William in the torso again and again, targeting his liver.
The man then hunched his body and moved his elbow lower than his waist before throwing it upward into an uppercut. Like a coiled spring that finally got its release, his punch hit William straight in the chin, sending a shock to his brain.
Despite his ability to move quickly, William had almost zero experience in real fights. The only reason why he could use Roxy's dagger with ease is thanks to Roxy's non-stop pestering, forcing him to learn it from her.
He had sparred and practiced against dummy targets many times, but a real fight was different.
Despite his adrenaline, William's body was also not in its optimum condition. He didn't take any potion and directly attacked the man.
The shock made William's world spin.
The man took the opportunity to hit William straight in the face, effectively breaking his nose and pushing him several feet away.
Lying on the ground with his disappearing consciousness, William could see a blurred silhouette of a man coming toward him. The silhouette then raised his hammer high above his head, targeting his face.
'Roxy, you think I am your hero. But what kind of hero am I? I failed to protect you. I failed to take revenge for you…
You say I am capable. What kind of capability is this?
Roxy… If only I listened to you... If I practiced more… IF I know how precious you are…'
Many "what if" scenarios ran in William's mind as it got embraced by darkness.
The hammer landed at its target. Well, that is what the man wished had happened. Unfortunately, it's not.
The bang is not the sound of his hammer hitting William; it's the sound of his body getting slammed to the ground.
Just a moment before the hammer reached William's body, Alex appeared in front of him, put his palm over the man's chest, and then slammed him to the ground.
Alex moved so fast that it didn't give Aurora and Blaire any opportunity to intervene.
Alex raised the man by his neck and then threw him toward Aurora's feet. Looking sideways at William, he said, "Let him live. That man should be for William to kill."
Aurora nodded, while Blaire just sighed. He turned his attention to Sasha and Lily; both of them were now already healed, but even the miracle water failed to regenerate her missing limb. If only he had her missing hand, then it might be possible.
Walking toward Sasha, he princess-carried her toward the chariot.
Aurora turned her gaze away; even now, she still felt jealous seeing Blaire treat another woman with care.
She looked at the clear sky, questioning her life decision, 'I should have returned to you without caring about my race.' She thought.
Alex looked at William with a complicated gaze, starting to think what he would do if he were in his position.
His fists clenched, imagining something happened to those he loved, 'I will turn each of them into a pure vampire so they can live for eternity.' Alex swore in his mind.
While he thought of losing a loved one, another person was also trying hard now to make sure he could protect everyone without losing himself.
In the cultivation world, a sentence was said out loud, repeated over and over like a chant as 20 people ran covered in sweat.
"Work hard, study well, and eat and sleep plenty!" a unison voice reverberated in the air.
Each of their hands and legs were using an ankle weight similar to what MingHao wore, but theirs were not as heavy as his. He was running at the front, ahead of everyone.
With his kind personality and background, it didn't take long for him to gain respect from the other disciples of the Bai Yue sect. He was already a cultivator, but he joined them in practice and never treated them with any prejudice.
He treated them with respect and sincerity.
Under the tree that marked their goal, a big pot was bubbling, spreading a delicious aroma around the area.
A beautiful middle-aged woman was there, stirring the pot. She is Jian Feng's wife, Rong Mao.
Rong Mao has a similar height to MingYue. Her age doesn't make her look ugly; instead, it makes her look more attractive, giving her an aura of maturity and wisdom.
She has black eyes and hair, while JianFeng has amber eyes and black hair. It didn't take long for Minghao and the group to finally reach their goal. They all quickly lay down on the grass, looking at the sky.
Their breath was ragged and heavy.
Rong Mao smiled at them, "What are you all doing? Come here; take a drink first so you feel more refreshed."
"Give us a minute, Aunt Rong. This practice is really killing us. Just whose idea was this?" said one of the women lying on the ground.