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With a low growl, Leander summoned countless distinct sounds, carried on the wind, to gather around him. “Hear the Wind Sing” was his own unique technique, a method that harnessed the rare Nirvana Energy within him. This energy served as a guide, drawing the airflow from all directions to his side, enabling him to perceive even the subtlest of movements.
In this world, such a feat could only be accomplished by Leander.
With his current strength, he focused intently, collecting sounds from a radius of a thousand miles. Every whisper, every rustle of leaves within the entire city of Ravenridge and its outskirts flowed clearly into his ears. In this domain, he was God–supreme and untouchable.
In an instant, Leander’s ears were flooded with innumerable sounds from near and far–a cacophony that would overwhelm anyone else. Yet, his expression remained steady, his mind razor–sharp as he filtered and discerned every note of the chaotic symphony with unwavering focus.
“Got you p>
Suddenly, he locked onto a raspy, dark voice laced with malicious intent. His eyes ignited with determination, and in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished from the rooftop.
In the abandoned industrial district of Ravenridge, a place soon to be transformed for commercial development, most residents had already relocated to make way for the construction.
Inside a dilapidated boiler room, heat waves shimmered through the air. Yvette, a stunning woman with a tall, graceful figure, found herself tightly bound, hanging from the rafters. Her shoes lay discarded, exposing her delicate, smooth feet. The perfect curves of her body, outlined beneath her shirt, glistened with sweat as droplets trickled down her face, legs, and chest, a testament to the stifling heat of the boiler room. The sight of her beauty was striking, even in such dire circumstances.
Before her sat a figure draped in a black robe, seated cross–legged, his grotesque face hidden within the shadows of his hood. Sinister red eyes glowed, radiating malevolence.
“Truly a rare gem of this world. Even an old man like me, who has renounced worldly pleasures for years, finds it hard to resist killing you,” he sneered.
The black–robed man licked his lips with a crimson tongue, his body concealed beneath the flowing robe, save for his hands, which appeared as dry and bony as a skeleton’s.
Yvette’s eyes widened in terror, her face pale with fear. She tried to speak, her lips moving, but
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no sound emerged. The memory of how this man had effortlessly subdued her the previous night haunted her. When she had awakened, she discovered herself tied up inside the boiler room, and now, the reality of her situation pressed heavily upon her.
At first, Yvette remained relatively calm, believing she had been kidnapped for ransom. Surely, the man had targeted her father’s wealth. But as she watched him swallow a live scorpion whole, the horrifying truth began to sink in–this man didn’t want money. He wanted her life.
The figure before her was no ordinary criminal. His face alone was so monstrous that just a glance sent a chill through her body. Despite the oppressive heat of the boiler room, she felt none of its warmth.
“Little girl, I must say, I’m enjoying your expression. Those who died before you? They were even more terrified than you are!” he taunted.
The black–robed man pulled back his hood, fully revealing his twisted, nightmarish visage. Yvette felt her breath catch in her throat, petrified by the sight.
Suddenly, fragments of news stories rushed through her mind–the string of grisly murders that had gripped the city. It became painfully clear: this was the man responsible for it all.
But why her? The question echoed in her mind, drowning her in confusion.
“I can tell you’re wondering why I’ve picked you. Well, let me explain. It’s because you were born at the wrong time!” he sneered.
“You were born in a year of extreme positive energy. Once I claim your soul, I can extend my life by another ten years. You should feel honored. Your mortal body will serve the great warlock of Hornsey p>
“Rest assured, after your death, I’ll use my secret arts to refine your body into a half–human, half–puppet. You’ll serve me for eternity p>
“By the way, you may call me the Black Sorcerer p>
His voice dripped with chilling malice, and his expression twisted with satisfaction. Revealing his identity seemed to thrill him, a testament to his arrogance.
With his power, he believed that even if someone came for him, he could handle it effortlessly. Whether it was the city’s elite crime unit or law enforcement from multiple regions, he had no doubt he could annihilate them all. Such was the confidence of a wicked warlock from Hornsey.
Yvette felt utterly lost.
Martial arts, magic–it was all too far beyond her comprehension. The world she inhabited seemed detached from such horrors. Soul–taking? Life–extension? The concepts were foreign,
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Yet, what she did understand, with terrifying clarity, was that the Black Sorcerer intended to take her life. Just like the others he had so mercilessly slaughtered, she too would face a brutal end in this boiler room.
In that moment, terror swept through her entire being. Never before had death felt so imminent.
There were so many things she had yet to do. She hadn’t even had the chance to thank Leander. She hadn’t experienced enough of this beautiful world. She didn’t want to die.
At that moment, Yvette thought of someone–the young man who had saved her twice from the clutches of death.
“Leander? Why do I always think of him in moments like this p>
Her heart was a tempest of emotions. She yearned for Leander to materialize at her side, to confront the cold and terrifying figure looming before her, and to whisk her away from this nightmare.
“Judging by the look in your eyes, it seems you’re still hoping someone will come to save you,” the Black Sorcerer remarked, his gaze sweeping over her as if he could see straight through her troubled thoughts. A sinister grin curled his lips.
In the next instant, his withered hand emerged from the depths of his black robe. Countless tendrils of black smoke unfurled from his sleeve, swiftly enveloping the entire boiler room and swallowing Yvette in their ominous embrace.
What had once been an unbearably hot and oppressive space transformed into a chilling darkness in the blink of an eye. In this eerie atmosphere, Yvette couldn’t even discern the contours of her own body.
Panic surged within her as explosions erupted around her. The black mist receded, revealing the windows lining the boiler room shattering into a thousand shards, each fragment bursting outward like a deadly rain. Stray dogs lurking on the street were caught in the chaos, their bodies torn apart in an instant, reduced to mere remnants.
“Is this… truly the power of a human p>
Terror gripped her heart as she struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before her. The Black Sorcerer had merely raised a hand to summon darkness, engulfing the entire room. With a simple wave of his arm, he had transformed the glass into lethal blades capable of slicing through flesh. Could such extraordinary power really be wielded by a human being?
Yvette couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath. She had thought the man before her was a complete madman, but now she realized this lunatic possessed a terrifying power beyond
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anything she could have imagined. With strength like this, not even the police, armed to the teeth, would be able to do anything against him. How could Leander possibly stand a chance?
Leander might be skilled in hand–to–hand combat, but that was all it was–just physical prowess. How could that compare to this monster who wielded supernatural power with a mere flick of his wrist?
As time dragged on, Yvette felt her life slowly slipping away. The Black Sorcerer glanced up at the sky, the blazing sun hanging high above. It was finally noon.
“Excellent!” he exclaimed, a wicked grin twisting his lips. His voice was hoarse and sinister, sending chills down her spine.
A soft tremor rippled through the air. In an instant, his hand formed a strange seal. Yvette’s vision blurred momentarily, and when she refocused, her gaze fell upon a gleaming silver needle in his hand.
At first glance, the needle looked no different from the one the seamstress auntie down the street used to mend clothes. Yet for some reason, the mere sight of it sent a wave of chilling dread coursing through Yvette’s entire body. Her fear reached an unbearable peak.
“Don’t be afraid!” the Black Sorcerer sneered, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her.
“This is my special technique–the Soulrend Needle. Once it pierces your body, it will perfectly strip your soul away, making it mine. Don’t worry; you won’t feel any pain p>
He let out two eerie laughs, holding the needle delicately between two fingers. Faint yellow runes suddenly flickered across his palm, filling the room with an overpowering and evil
presence.
Yvette felt her resolve falter. In these final moments of her life, her mind wandered to those she cherished.
“Goodbye, Dad, Mom, Madeline, Ginny p>
“And Leander p>
Bound tightly and unable to move, despair enveloped her completely. She lost all will to fight back as darkness closed in around her, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
The Black Sorcerer’s eyes gleamed with greed. This was the final step on his path to immortality. With Yvette’s pure soul, he could extend his life and wreak havoc for another decade or more.
If he gained those extra years, he would have the time to delve deeper into Hornsey Forbidden Art, increasing his power exponentially. Before long, even martial artists at the level of Martial Sovereign would be easy prey for him. Perhaps, in the future, one of the Four Extremes would
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With this thought, the Black Sorcerer’s gaze turned icy as the silver needle hovered above Yvette’s forehead, mere moments away from piercing her skin. One swift thrust, and the young girl would lose her soul, banished to the afterlife forever.
But just as the moment arrived, an alarm suddenly blared in the Black Sorcerer’s mind, followed by a deafening boom that shattered the air. The wall beside them exploded.
Bang!
A figure shot through the wreckage, moving with the speed of lightning. A fierce gust of wind trailed in its wake, hurling debris toward the Black Sorcerer.
“What p>
His heart lurched, and in an instant, he leaped backward, channeling energy into his hands. With a sharp motion, he waved them in front of him, creating a barrier to block the incoming storm of debris. Yet, the force behind each shard was immense, crashing against him like the strike of a mighty hammer.
Each impact sent a jolt through his body, rattling his organs and causing his blood to surge. He was forced back several meters before he finally came to a halt at the far end of the room.
When he regained his composure and looked up, he saw a strikingly handsome young man now standing protectively beside Yvette. His expression was cold, eyes unwavering with a fierce intensity.
“Dare to harm someone on my turf, you fiend p>
Leander had arrived at last.
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