Darius was excited. Although he’d previously had the chance to spar with some enlightened martial artists and had Edward and Shelvin train with him every day, he could still clearly feel these methods wouldn’t be half as effective as getting into actual duels.

With this thought in mind, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at the old man.

The old man sensed this. A trace of surprise flitted across his face as he watched Darius attack. “It’s only been a year since your enlightenment, but you’re already much more powerful than most people. I’ve suddenly lost the urge to kill you.” He smiled and looked at Darius with interest.

Darius scowled, repulsed at having another man look at him like that. He glowered at the old man and attacked him at top speed. However, no matter how fast he was, the old man was always one step ahead of him.

He was a hair’s breadth away from landing a blow on the old man when he abruptly stopped—not of his own volition, of course. He sensed a powerful