King's Awakening-Chapter 768 - : Saint’s Devils Gift

Chapter 768: Chapter 768: Saint’s Devil’s Gift

“Saint, Devil’s Ritual!”

Reject the darkness, steadfast in the path of righteousness!

Good!

White Mitchell, his eyes ablaze, relentlessly plunged into the life of another saint.

In the eastern continent, there is a magical land known as the Heaven Oringin Continent. This continent, brimming with lush vegetation and beautiful landscapes, possesses endless spirit energy, nurturing all creatures and beings in the world.

On this continent, there is a young man named White Mitchell. He possesses incomparable talents and insight. He is a disciple of the most famous legendary figure on the Heaven Origin Continent — the Divine God Emperor, inheriting his unique martial arts.

White Mitchell displayed astonishing talents from his youth, and in just a few short years, he cultivated to the peak realm of the Divine God Emperor.

With his sharp observational skills and quick learning abilities, he quickly mastered the Unparalleled Martial Arts taught by the Divine God Emperor.

White Mitchell learned the Divine God Emperor’s martial arts not for the pursuit of power and status, but to protect the people of the Heaven Origin Continent. Having witnessed countless individuals suffering due to the oppression of evil forces, he resolved to wield his weapons and become the people’s guardian.

On the Heaven Origin Continent, there is an evil organization called the Dark Sacred Hall. They control spirit energy for power, gaining formidable strength, and aim to conquer the entire continent and rule over all beings. This group is unmerciful, disregards life, and only seeks their own benefits.

White Mitchell deeply understands the evil nature of the Dark Sacred Hall and resolved to eradicate them completely. He began a righteous battle against the Dark Sacred Hall. He roamed between mountains and rivers, seeking the Dark Sacred Hall’s nests and engaging their members in relentless battle.

In this battle, White Mitchell experienced countless wounds and pains. However, he remained fearless, held on to his beliefs, and fought against the Dark Sacred Hall with all his power. He exercised the martial arts of the Divine God Emperor to its full extent, crushing the heart of the Dark Sacred Hall with unparalleled strength.

With the Dark Sacred Hall defeated, White Mitchell returned to the people. He was hailed as a hero in their hearts and regarded as the presiding deity of the continent. His name reverberated in all corners of the continent, becoming a role model for many youngsters.

However, just when White Mitchell thought himself invincible, something unfathomable even to the heavens occurred.

One day, a person who claimed to be a close friend of White Mitchell’s appeared. This person had been missing for a long time, but at this moment, he brought a seemingly harmless man before White Mitchell.

He claimed that this man was the enemy of the Divine God Emperor and needed White Mitchell’s help to remove him. Without a hint of doubt, White Mitchell attacked forthwith, defeating this so-called enemy. However, at that moment, his dear friend unexpectedly struck him.

White Mitchell’s eyes widened in shock at the scene before him. His friend radiated a strange aura, his eyes filled with madness and coldness.

“Was I too naive?” A hint of regret flashed in White Mitchell’s mind. He never expected his most trusted friend to betray him, let alone becoming so vicious.

White Mitchell immediately met his friend’s attack, his heart flooded with anger and disappointment. He couldn’t comprehend why his friend would betray him, or why he would choose this moment. But there was no time for such considerations now; he had to handle the ongoing crisis.

The fight between the two was extremely fierce, their moves clashing repeatedly, causing deafening loud sounds. White Mitchell gave his all, despite feeling his power seemingly weaker than before. The power of his friend was beyond his imagination, adding enormous pressure on him.

Time ticked away as the battle reached a fever pitch. Driven by his unwavering will and rage against betrayal, White Mitchell gradually gained the upper hand. However, just as he was about to deliver the final blow, his friend abruptly halted his attack, revealing a strange, sinister smile.

“Oh, White Mitchell, you are such a joke,” his friend said icily. “You actually believed that person was the enemy of the Divine God Emperor. Even if you were a little smarter, you shouldn’t have trusted his words so easily.”

White Mitchell was taken aback, a hint of confusion swept over his eyes. He recalled the conversation he had just had with his closest friend, who despite seeming harmless had not provided any evidence that he was indeed an enemy. He merely spoke in vaguenesses. White Mitchell was blinded by his own pride and confidence, and didn’t give it more thought.

“Who exactly are you?” White Mitchell, suppressing the rage in his heart, attempted to stay composed.

“Hehe, I am another personality of White Mitchell, you can call me…Shadow.” His friend laughed enigmatically.

White Mitchell felt a shock in his heart, this answer exceeded his expectations. The Dark Power that he had once sealed away wasn’t entirely eradicated, but had resurfaced, and was manifested in his dear friend. This also explained why his friend had suddenly become so malevolent and crazy.

“Shadow, why are you doing this?” White Mitchell’s voice trembled slightly, his heart torn by the betrayal of his comrade.

“Why? Because you are too powerful, White Mitchell,” Shadow sneered, “In front of you, I feel inferior, as though I were always your vassal.. But now, I finally have a chance to surpass you, to become the true ruler.”

White Mitchell became even more bewildered, finding it hard to understand Shadow’s mentality. He never fancied himself above others, but merely pursued his own power and dreams. He didn’t understand why Shadow harbored such jealousy and hatred towards him.

“Shadow, we were good friends once. I don’t believe you’ve become like this.” White Mitchell’s voice held a hint of sadness and helplessness. He didn’t want to be enemies with Shadow.

“Friends? That was just my deceitful performance,” Shadow stated coldly, “I got tired of being your shadow long ago. I yearn for my own independent existence.”

White Mitchell fought with all his might, but in the end he was defeated by his closest friend. The Divine God Emperor’s martial arts were seized from him by his friend, who declared in front of everyone that White Mitchell was a traitor.

White Mitchell was exiled from the central area of the Heaven Origin Continent, banished to the endless wilderness. From that moment on, his name became an object of mockery and scorn among people.

White Mitchell embarked on his journey of exile all alone. He vowed to reclaim his dignity, his power, and to rise once again.

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In the endless wilderness, White Mitchell wandered alone. His wounds were not yet healed, his clothes ragged, and his face covered in dirt. Despite all this, his eyes radiated determination and resolve.

He was clear that to rise again, he had to reclaim his lost power. He decided to first seek out a legendary hermit who controlled the secrets of cultivation. Maybe he could help him reconstruct his formerly formidable martial arts.

White Mitchell tirelessly moved forward, navigating through the wilderness in search of the legendary hermit. After travelling day and night, he finally found the hermit’s location in a valley.

This hermit had the surname of Zhang and was named Nicolas, a grandmaster in the way of cultivation and was well known throughout the continent. White Mitchell felt a surge of joy in his heart. He immediately knelt down and respectfully asked Nicolas for his teachings.

Nicolas gave a slight smile to White Mitchell and calmly said, “White Mitchell, your progress once made me see you in a new light. Your failure is not because of your lack of strength but because your resolve was not strong enough, and your trust was betrayed. Rebuilding your power relies not only on martial arts, but also on the firmness of your character.”

White Mitchell lowered his head in thought, realizing the truth of Nicolas’ words. His past arrogance and blindness made him overlook his own weaknesses and dependencies. What he needed was not only improvement in martial arts but also inner cultivation and resilience.

Nicolas, seeing White Mitchell’s realization, nodded in approval and began to impart him the secrets of cultivation. White Mitchell listened with wholehearted humility, striving to seize every detail. Day and night, he practiced intensely, focusing his mind and integrating the energy of heaven and earth, gradually making breakthroughs in the way of cultivation.

After several months of intense cultivation, White Mitchell felt his strength beginning to rise again. He decided to leave the protection of the hermit and set out once more on his journey of exile.

White Mitchell traversed mountains and rivers, faced headwinds and climbed over obstacles, constantly challenging his own limits. His martial arts skills became stronger, and the beasts in the surrounding wilderness started to fear him.

In a fierce battle with a group of wild beasts, White Mitchell used his newly acquired martial arts and his formidable strength to defeat them. He felt his power was almost at its peak, and he was getting closer to his goal of resurgence.

White Mitchell decided to return to the central area, the place where he lost everything, as well as the place where he could regain his respect. With a determined heart, he began his journey back.

When White Mitchell returned to the core area, a long time had passed already. He noticed everything had drastically changed, Divine God Emperor’s forces had further expanded, ruling over the entire continent, with the populace living under extreme oppression.

He was filled with rage and decided to expose the true face of the Divine God Emperor, leading the people to reclaim their dignity.

White Mitchell stealthily approached the Divine God Emperor’s territory, discovering he was organizing a grand martial arts tournament, inviting experts from all fields to watch and display his dominating power.

White Mitchell decided to participate in the competition, planning to single-handedly defeat the Divine God Emperor and restore the people’s hope.

The day of the tournament arrived, with Divine God Emperor and many experts gathered together. White Mitchell stood calmly on the competition platform, his gaze sharp, emitting a strong killing intent from his body.

The tournament began and White Mitchell became the focus of everyone, with them anticipating his performance. Relying on his powerful strength, he successively defeated several experts, until eventually confronting the Divine God Emperor.

The confrontation between them was brutal, both displaying their unparalleled martial arts skills, weaving a spectacle of thrilling moments. Using the secrets of cultivation, White Mitchell gradually gained the upper hand.

In the end, White Mitchell launched his ultimate move, throwing a punch at the Divine God Emperor. The Divine God Emperor was blasted backward, heavily falling on the ground, retreating several steps.

White Mitchell step by step approached the fallen Divine God Emperor, his eyes filled with the light of victory. In front of everyone, he loudly declared, “Divine God Emperor is not invincible, he merely rules over a fabricated illusion!”

Upon his return, White Mitchell was no longer the unparalleled existence sweeping through everything. He understood that to protect everything he once established, he needed to keep growing stronger.

He passed on his philosophy, establishing a Martial Arts Academy to cultivate more mighty warriors. He laid down rules, decreeing all practitioners must be loyal to him and work for his cause.

White Mitchell personally supervised the training of the students, each of them gaining endless wisdom and strength from him. He was not only an invincible warrior but also a wise mentor.

He taught his students that cultivation was not just physical training, but also the growth of their mind. He emphasized the importance of balance and harmony, warning them not to indulge in pursuing power, neglecting the clarity of their heart.

Under White Mitchell’s guidance, the students of the Martial Arts Academy made rapid progress, with many becoming the cream of the crop. They were loyal to White Mitchell, treating him with reverence. After each training session, White Mitchell would personally engage in discussions with the students, listening to their thoughts, and resolving their doubts.

White Mitchell was not confined to his own Martial Arts Academy, he spread his philosophy widely in the outside world, attracting more and more followers. He hoped that through his legacy, more people could benefit, allowing them to embark on the path of cultivation, thus establishing a peaceful and prosperous world.

However, when White Mitchell was immersing himself in the enlightenment of martial arts, a sudden crisis shattered this tranquillity.

A force originating from outside invaded suddenly, wielding mighty weapons and started ruthlessly oppressing the common people. The leader of this force was called Justin, an ambitious character. Not only possessing remarkable strength, but he was also skilled in psychological tactics, causing many to surrender and worship him.

Justin believed himself to be the truly chosen one. He proclaimed that he had the ability to unite the world, establishing an empire only he could control. His enemies were the conservative forces, they couldn’t understand his ambition and methods.

White Mitchell heard this news and immediately assembled his disciples, leading them to face Justin’s invasion. They found a desolate land before them, with commoners enslaved, living in intense suffering.

White Mitchell observed the enemy’s formation, filled with worry and rage. He clearly realized, this was not only a simple battle, but also a desperate fight for life and freedom.

He divided all his students into several teams, each being proficient in specific tactics and skills. He told them, victory depended not just on their strength, but also on wisdom and unity.

White Mitchell personally led the most elite team, infiltrating the enemy’s inner workings, attempting to sabotage their command system. This was a critical operation where even the slightest error could lead to their failure.

However, as he faced the enemy’s attack, White Mitchell felt a power rising from within. This power differed from his usual combative momentum, it was more akin to an unwavering belief and perseverance.

Under a flurry of sword lights and flames, White Mitchell and his disciples fiercely resisted.

With their superb swordsmanship and agile moves, they darted about like ghosts. Every sword move they made was imbued with their pursuit of freedom and hatred for evil.

Justin’s men surrounded White Mitchell, trying to distract them. The flying blades and sword shadows aimed at them severely dampened the morale of White Mitchell’s disciples. Some were hit consecutively, their bodies pierced by blades.

White Mitchell’s face turned cold, his eyes as sharp as a sword. He felt tremendous anger towards Justin’s wickedness and brutality. How could such a tyrannical person be allowed to rule?

White Mitchell glanced at his disciples beside him. Despite their numerous injuries, they still showed no signs of retreat. This was their only chance, their only chance to defend their freedom. They could not lose, they had no choice.

Although barely surviving, White Mitchell decided to go all out. His sword dance in his hand was as brilliant as flying flowers, one sword move followed by another, each accompanied by a hatred for evil and a pursuit of justice. An invisible momentum emanated from him, instantly sparking fear in his opponents.

At this critical moment, a flame of fire suddenly fell from the sky, the hot flame swirling like a tornado, surrounding the enemies. White Mitchell looked up and saw Justin walking through the flames.

A fanatic light flickered in Justin’s eyes. He looked at White Mitchell and his disciples disparagingly and sneered, “You think you can stop me with a few tricks? You’re too naive!”

White Mitchell did not respond, he just gripped his sword tightly. He felt the weight of the world and the hope of countless lives. He was no longer just one man, he was the symbol of freedom, he was the force of resistance.

They began to fight again, the sword light and flames intertwining in midair, making a sharp crackling sound. White Mitchell seemed to forget his fatigue and pain, his heart held only one belief, that was victory.

Each of Justin’s moves was filled with deadly threat, he had extraordinary strength and experience. But White Mitchell did not retreat, he transformed into the War God, dancing in the world of sword light.

The raging fire swirled around, submerging the entire battlefield in flames for a moment. Amid the smoke, the figure of White Mitchell gradually appeared, he was brimming with infinite power and firm determination.

A lightning bolt struck the sword in White Mitchell’s hand. White Mitchell looked up and saw a flame burning on Justin. He radiated enormous energy.

Justin gritted his teeth, no longer arrogant, replaced by a sense of calmness and coldness. He had recognized that White Mitchell was not as easily defeated as he had imagined.

The battle entered its most intense stage, the two kept clashing, their swords weaving a beautiful yet brutal picture. Sword tips drew streaks of light in the air, flames burned in the smoke, creating a majestic scene.

A resolute and determined light flickered in White Mitchell’s eyes. He was no longer just one man, he carried the hope of countless lives. He knew that only by defeating Justin could he bring real peace and freedom to the world.

In the end, Justin’s sword was knocked down by White Mitchell, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. White Mitchell stood panting in front of him, his sword still held high, the blade dripping with fresh blood.

“You lost,” White Mitchell’s voice was calm and firm, “Your ambition and desires were destined to fail. People don’t need a king, what they need is freedom and equality.”

Justin laughed weakly, his gaze filled with regret and unwillingness. He admitted his failure, his evil and cruelty ultimately could not withstand the force of justice and perseverance.

White Mitchell put down his sword and walked towards his disciples. They looked at him, their eyes shimmering with admiration and gratitude. They knew that White Mitchell was not just a simple swordsman, he was a true leader, a person who could fight for freedom.

The battle had ended, but their fighting spirit would never disappear. They would continue to progress, fight for freedom and justice, and never retreat.