Refining the Heavens 4 (炼天四)

Chapter 2: Dark Hall

To destroy the Dark Hall is a pointless act.

With the empire in the hands of the Devilheart family, destroying this immediate threat is merely winning the battle but losing the war. What Kairos did by sending the location of the Dark Hall training centre back to his father, wasn't to take immediate actions.

Instead, it was him casting the fishing line to hook the largest prey in the pool:

To take the Dark Hall captive.

As the enemy manoeuvre him towards their goal, he meet their every move and turn it instead towards his own objective.

Who will be the ultimate winner is yet to be decided.

Kairos and the other four confidently walk through the valley's gates and into the Dark Hall secret base.

Behind them, the guards whispered, "Is it really okay to bring them back?"

"I don't know... It feels like we are doing ourselves in, but I can't figure out exactly from what."

"Don't worry. No matter how fearsome they are, once they are sworn in with Soul Slips they are still our comrades and cannot betray the Dark Hall."

"I... I truly hope you're right. You and I were not there at the academy, but just look at the fifty of them. I'm sure they had thought that way too..."

The five of them walked towards a rusted gate, not unlike those used at dungeons to keep prisoners in. They had a prickling feeling that the moment they step through this door, it will be a way of no return.

"The feeling was intended, surely," the boys felt.

A young looking man with trimmed beard and glasses slightly bend forward and bowed at them.

The five of them stopped and returned his gesture.

Straightening his back, the young man said in a crisp voice, "Young masters, we have been awaiting you. Please follow me."

He turned and opened the gate, beckoning them to follow.

Each step he took was two or three of a normal cultivator to force the five teens to jog in order to keep up.

However, Kairos waved his hand and in a moment, the young man was walking alongside them at the same speed.

A vein budged on his head, and the young man slowly increased his speed.

His steps quickened but the teens remained next to him.

His Ki enveloped his entire body as he fully activate his technique.

Wind carried his every step, allowing him to glide forward while walking. He appeared striding forward as anyone else, but every time he raised his foot, his body will rush forward.

Then, after a while, the group reached a junction in the path and they finally stopped.

No matter how much he struggled, it was impossible for him to outdistance the boys. He couldn't tell what Kairos did and couldn't give them a humbling lesson. Instead, he was the one humiliated.

Kairos did not use much to even the odds. His eyes could tell the swirl of energy around the young man that controlled the wind in every step, and he easily deciphered the method and came up with a counter almost immediately.

It sounded unconceivable that Kairos would hold such power at his age, but the truth was simpler. He only had to contact his Greater Lightning Spirit, Tempest with a thought, and static electricity started pouring on the young man. He was oblivious at the waves of energy at him, but his speed that was gained by the control of the airstream had already slowed down.