The Growth of a Titan

39  Chapter 39- Saving Little Nheer

The images were that of a group of three youths who looked slightly older than Sol. One was female while the other two were males.

This shout was from the boy that was attacking a ferocious-looking beast with the girl.

The beast itself was quite large, and it look like a mix between a lion and a polar bear with its pure white fur. However, this pure white fur was dyed red in blood from the beast's wounds.

The shout from the boy attacking the beast was directed toward the second youth that was seated cross-legged away from the battle.

This youth was busy forming hand signs, while in front of him floated an illusory sword that was continuously releasing powerful ripples into the surroundings; which caused the void to tremble.

Sol couldn't feel the strength of this illusory sword, but from the beast's already injured state, it would die if it was hit by this sword.

The beast was Little Nheer. It was one of the beasts Little Zeel had befriended, even Sol had come to be familiar with it.

Sol had to hurry before these people killed Little Zeel's friend. However… that was not the main reason.

After retracting his Innate Dharma, Sol's figure flash into action. The ground beneath him was demolished by the rebounding force of his first step forward.

Like a fish swimming through water, Sol sped through the forest with relative ease. Wind gales that caused even the largest of trees to rustle uncontrollably were produced as he sped by.

In only a few minutes, Sol had managed to reach the area the battle was taking place. He could even hear the excited yells of the boy from before.

He seemed like a loudmouth.

'These idiots! From their clothes, they seemed to be from the Eastern Continent. But what are they doing? How could they recklessly attack Ibbians Beasts in the forest, don't they know the consequences?'

Sol couldn't help but curse at these youths in frustration.

It actually wasn't the first time he saw outsiders.

His Master had moved them closer to the Eastern Continent, so Sol came upon people more than once. He had even chatted with a few of them and helped them with directions since they were lost.

But those people were slightly different from these youths.

Not only were they adults, but if Sol was correct, those people he met were called Rouge or Vega-bond cultivators. Meaning they were people who don't belong to any Sect or Clan on the Eastern Continent.

Just by looking at these youths' fancy attire, Sol knew they were from some well establish Faction.

"It's my first time meeting kids around my age from the outside world, but are all of them this reckless?"

Sol said this as he leap up to a tree branch that overlooked the battlefield.

'Senior brother, someone has appeared.'

The boy who was attacking Little Nheer, preventing him from escaping, glance towards the boy who sat cross-legged.

It seems like he was communicating with him via telepathy.

'Ignore him, if he dares interferes then he'll just invite trouble upon himself. And get ready, I'm about to attack!'

The boy then glance at the girl before they both nodded at each other. Using their own illusory swords, they coordinated their attacks and drove Little Nheer closer to the boy sitting cross-legged.

"NOW!!"

With a shout, the boy sitting cross-legged formed his last hand sign and then pointed at Little Nheer.

The massive illusory sword in front of him radiated a blinding white glow before it shot towards Little Nheer.

A vicious ripping sound echoed out, and shockingly, it was the sound of the sword tearing the space apart as it sped forward.

Feeling death approaching, Little Nheer's attacks became more vicious as he tried to retreat, but the boy and girl not willing to miss this opportunity gave it their all to suppress Little Nheer and block all of his exits.

Swoosh!

The illusory sword appeared in front of Little Nheer, and being unable to escape this attack he released a loud mournful cry.

However, just before the illusory sword could pierce Little Nheer, Sol's figure suddenly materialized in front of him.

The three youths were shocked at his appearance.

They knew someone had just appeared nearby, but Sol's speed was so fast they could barely perceive his movements when he made his move.

"YOU FOOL, DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!!"

The boy sitting cross-legged quickly recovered from his shock and yelled in panic. He tried to control his sword to stop, but it was too late.

"Kyaa!"

The girl from the group couldn't help but cry out when she saw this scene. It was evident she was not used to seeing someone get stabbed to death.

As for the other boy, his face had gone deathly pale while his eyes went wide.

However, just as these kids thought they were about to witness a crazy person planning on killing himself by jumping in front of an attack like that, what instead happened caused their mouths to hang open in shock.

Sol had grabbed the flat surface of the massive sword between his two hands. Then with veins bulging on his forearms, he released a loud growl as he used brute strength to stop the illusory sword.

Several tiny blades emanate from the illusory sword and slash at Sol's body, ripping his already-tattered clothes to shreds while leaving trails of blood across his pale skin.

However, Sol's face was neutral, despite the pain coming from his fracture arms as well.

Compared to what he had been through, this was nothing.

After stopping the illusory sword, the boy sitting cross-legged a distance away began to say.

"You-"

However, he suddenly vomited out a mouth full of blood due to the backlash of Sol stopping his attack.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior brother!"

The girl and the other boy yelled in panic before they retracted their Innate Dharmas and hurriedly ran over to him.

"I-I'm fine, but who is that?"

The three all turned to look at Sol, who had begun observing the boy's Innate Dharma in his hands.

"Senior brother, he stopped your attack with his bare hands. I've never heard of someone with such physical strength, asides from the people in the Barbarian Tribes."

The other boy said, still shocked.

"Ah! Look, he's even holding your Innate Dharma, how is that possible?!"

As if just realizing this, the three were floored.

The boy they called senior brother wore a panicked expression and stretched out his hand to call back his Innate Dharma.

Sol, who was examining the sword while holding the hilt, felt it vibrate in his hand as it tried to leave.

However, his hand was like an iron grip that ensured the sword remain in his hand.

Sol then looked over to see the panicked expression on the boy's face.

'I read that a person's Innate Dharma is illusory before its first transformation. Unless one uses some special technique to make it tangible to attack, it can not be held. If that's so... how am I able to hold this person's Innate Dharma?'

Sol looked away from the boy to stare back at the sword.

The boy seeing this became more frantic and he hurriedly stood up before he yelled.

"Who are you?! Don't you dare do anything to Innate Dharma, hand it back!"

Sol acted like he didn't hear the boy and continued to observe the sword.

This was the first time he had seen another person's Innate Dharma. The adults he met before weirdly kept theirs hidden for some reason.

However, Sol soon realize not only can he hold the illusory sword, but he was starting to get a strange feeling from it. His own Dharma reacted to this feeling as well.

Sol decided to act on this feeling, whatever it was.

But what happened next startled both him and the boy.

The hilt of the illusory sword had begun fading away.