Nobilis of War

Chapter 1212 Crisis (Part Three)

The gangster's death had put everything on hold.

Davis had killed a man whose level was far below him. It made everyone wonder why he hadn't been

punished by the laws yet.

"Anyone who has become a believer of the Defiant Master is no longer protected by the laws of the

Tussle Region. Does nobody know that?" Davis leveled his gaze at everyone and then smiled.

"Furthermore, my avatar is not restricted by the Suppression Law. This is the reason why no one dares

defy me."

"What do you want? Do you want to kill me?" Darren hissed.

"Why bother asking? Do you think you can live after refusing to be our ancestor's slave?" Davis asked.

He gave Darren a disdainful smile.

"Let's fight him now, Darren. At least we'll die with dignity then," Finley, who had been silent the whole

time, urged after stepping forward from the sideline.

"What?"

Davis was surprised to see Finley. He hadn't noticed the other man before he had spoken up. Upon

setting his eyes on him, however, a glint of shock and amazement flashed through his eyes.

"You? You're..." Davis murmured under his breath. But then he shook his head. "That's impossible. I'm

probably only thinking too much."

Finley didn't miss Davis' reaction towards him. The other man must have mistaken him for someone

else.

"Davis! I may not come here with my real body, but do you think you can act so presumptuous towards

us? I swear the Xiling Clan will meet their doom if you lay a finger on us." Finley stood straight. He

looked fierce in his white robe and with his hands behind his back. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Upon hearing this, Davis became livid. "An avatar? Boy, do you really think that I'll believe that such a

trashy avatar like you exist? You're definitely not his avatar!"

"Really?" Finley looked steadily at Davis. 'Just as I thought. He is afraid of my real body, ' he thought to

himself. Then suddenly, he released a breath of his aura and rushed towards Davis. "Do you really

think you can see through my real body, Finley Feng?"

Since Finley and his real body shared one same soul, their names were the same.

Upon hearing the mention of Finley Feng's name, Davis' face darkened. He had heard of that name

before. His ancestor had accidentally let it slip before. Nobody else knew about the name of this

powerful warrior. Only the warriors in the Superior God Realm knew of it.

It was because of this that he did not dare fight Finley now. He was afraid that this young man was

indeed the avatar of such powerful warrior. The entire Xiling Clan could suffer if he offended the other

man.

When Finley had let out his aura, Davis had recognized it. It was the same as that of Mr. Feng. At this

point, he was starting to be convinced that this person in front of him was indeed the avatar of Mr.

Feng. The aura of a person's soul could never be imitated.

"Why aren't you doing anything?" Finley shot a glare at Davis. His face was cold and fierce.

"You can go now. I won't try to stop you. The others, however, will have to die," Davis said.

"How dare you?" With that, Finley rushed straight towards Davis. He slapped him with his hands, but

the other man still didn't resist.

The sudden flurry of attack stunned Davis. He could feel his rage surging through his veins, but he

stamped them down.

"Darren is a valuable friend of mine. How dare you threaten to kill him?" Finley's killing intent burned

brightly inside of him, and it showed on his face.

Davis remained impassive. He didn't say anything, but the desire to kill Darren was still strong. In the

end, however, he didn't dare do it. This frustrated him greatly.

In the midst of silence, Davis sent a message to someone in his clan through his spiritual sense. He

said, "Sir, the Defiant Master seems to be under Mr. Feng's protection. His avatar is here. Please

confirm if he is a real avatar of Mr. Feng."

In his desperation, he had turned to the elders of his clan for help.

Then, a loud explosion dropped on them.

The colors of the sky began to change. The clouds stirred angrily. They were like surging waves in a

stormy ocean.

A powerful spiritual sense then came down from the sky.

It stopped over Finley and disappeared so suddenly.

"Hey! Come back here immediately. You need to apologize first!" Davis' heart sank upon hearing his

ancestor's response. This person in front of him was indeed the avatar of Mr. Feng. It was

unbelievable.

With orders from his ancestor, Davis pasted a smile on his face and said, "I'm so sorry to offend you.

Please forgive me."

"I don't want to see you again. Get out of my sight." Finley's voice was cold as ice.

Davis felt embarrassed by this treatment. He cleared his throat and said, "Yes. I'll be out of your hair

soon. I'm so sorry for bothering you all."

With that, he fled immediately.

Relief descended upon Darren and his companions as soon as Davis was gone.

"Phew. That was close. I almost died from fright." Finley let out a sigh of relief as well.

"You made the right choice. Your real body sure is a big shot." Darren smiled.

"I've seen my real body once. He is indeed very powerful, but I didn't know that he was that famous as

well. Even the great forces in the Tussle Region respect him." Finley was delighted that they were able

to deal with the crisis successfully.

"We're very lucky indeed," Darren agreed.

"So, what should we do now? Should we stay here or should we move somewhere else?" Lindsay

asked.

"We'll stay here. I'm sure nobody will dare bother us for now since they see me as Mr. Feng," Finley

answered.

"Don't get too full of yourself. You're not as powerful as you think you are. We might encounter stronger

enemies if we stay here," Lindsay snapped back.

She had a point though. They were only lucky that Davis was more interested with the safety of his own

interests and clan. He wouldn't dare fight them for now.

But nobody could guarantee that they wouldn't encounter more outlaws along. Their next opponents

might even be stronger than Davis. The incident with Finley might not work next time.

"But who would even dare? Everyone here is afraid of my real body. Haha." Finley was brimming with

confidence as he said this.

"Humph. Who told you that? I don't even know of any powerful warrior named Finley Feng," Lindsay

said, shrugging.

"Of course you wouldn't have heard of my real body's name before. You're just a village girl from the

fiend's territory. My real body is great and handsome." Finley smiled playfully at her.

"Fuck off! You're the village boy here. In fact, your whole family are only village people!" Finley's words

had angered Lindsay. Unable to control herself, she released a great force and began hitting Finley at

the chest.

"You crazy woman! I'll fight you to death then."

This challenge resulted in a series of loud explosions as the two fought.

A few moments later, Finley collapsed to the ground. His arms and legs were broken. It made him look

pathetic. "I was only joking. You didn't have to be so cruel about it," he said.

"Fuck off." Lindsay kicked him hard against the ribs.

"Well, that's enough. I've decided to move to somewhere else," Darren said.

"Where should we go, sir?" Wilson asked. He had been standing at the side this whole time.

"We can go anywhere. We just need a place where we can make our forces stronger," Darren replied.

"Sir, are you still planning on attacking the others?"

"Yes. I still need to get more believers."

"That's easy. I know the Tussle Region like the back of my hand. I'm sure I can find the best place.

However, we must launch our attacks to the small forces first. If we conquer those within a thousand

kilometers from here, you should be able to gather millions of believers by then," Wilson suggested.

"Very well. I'll let you draw up the plans."

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much. However... Does this mean I can have the title of chief counselor of the

Bloody Army?" Wilson looked up to meet Darren's eyes and smiled.

'This guy is so shameless. He's desperate for a title, ' Darren thought to himself as he returned Wilson's

gaze. To be honest, Darren didn't care about titles. He was certain that all his believers were loyal to

him.

"Fine. You'll be our counselor from now on." He conceded.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much." In his excitement, Wilson bowed his head at Darren, again and

again.

"Everybody! Listen to me. I'm the chief counselor. We'll be heading north for now." Wilson made a

cutting figure as he stood confidently and solemnly in front of the others.

Meanwhile, nine thousand kilometers away from the forest, the Xiling clan was restless.

Inside a heavily guarded, secret room, Caleb Xiling, the Xiling Clan's ancestor, suddenly opened his

eyes. A loud voice thundered inside the room, disturbing the peace inside it.

"Caleb Xiling! Why did you let the Defiant Master go?"

This had greatly startled the old man. "Mr. Feng?"