Chapter 411 Hello
Elbert leaned back, smirking, "So you're saying I stole your shot at being the Savior?"
Sith spat out blood, his voice dripping with rage. "I don't give a damn about titles anymore! I just need to take you all down to prove I'm better, especially you!"
Sith stepped forward, crushing the liquid metal blade in his hand into dust. Sparks flew as the metal scattered across the ground. Elbert felt a jolt of shock; liquid metal was supposed to be indestructible, able to slice through cyborgs and meteorites without a scratch.
But Sith had just crushed it like it was nothing. Elbert's brow furrowed, realizing the liquid metal attack hadn't even fazed Sith. The only thing that had managed to break through his defenses was the full-force strike from the old man with white eyebrows.
Suddenly, a stronger force surged. Sith's body trembled, emitting a low-frequency sound wave that wrapped around Elbert. The air vibrated so intensely that it pinned Elbert down, making it nearly impossible for him to move his arms. It was a feeling of utter helplessness.
Just then, the old man with white eyebrows swallowed the blood threatening to spill from his throat and stepped forward. The situation shifted again as an invisible gravity countered the sound waves, freeing Elbert.
The old man spoke firmly, "Sith! You've lost today. You can't keep challenging!"
Sith's eyes flared red as he turned to the old man, "You... If you break the rules, I'll fight you to the death!"
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze steady. Sith breathed heavily, his body momentarily pausing. Despite his fierce appearance, he was seriously injured.
He turned to Elbert, "I could crush you like an ant, but I stick to the Martial practices spirit. I challenge you to a duel in three months. I'll wipe you out and make you regret ever becoming the Savior!"
Elbert, head down, seemed intimidated by Sith's presence. But then, a low chuckle escaped him. He lifted his head, a smirk playing on his lips, "You're hardly a worthy opponent. Three months is too long; one month is plenty."
"Arrogant!" Sith shouted, ready to act, but the old man blocked his path. Sith backed off, "You won't be so cocky for long! I know where you're from. If you don't show up in a month, I'll destroy your Punisher!"
Elbert stayed cool, "I mean, in one month, I'll take down your Apocalypse Association!"
"You!" Sith was furious but held back. He couldn't figure out why the old man was protecting this young guy so fiercely. But he knew the score; fighting today wouldn't end well.
He scanned the scene and noticed the cigar man buried in the dirt, "You dare harm my men!"
The old man frowned deeply, "I can give up my life; why would I care about hurting your men?"
Sith paused again, gritting his teeth as he pulled the cigar man from the ground. But he was deeply unwilling. With a roar, he sent sound waves that collapsed the temple door. The old man, his arm twitching behind his back, kept a calm facade.
Sith boarded the plane with the cigar man, casting a murderous glare at Elbert before leaving. Elbert watched him, a faint smile on his face.
As the helicopter lifted off, the old man, supported by his disciples, approached Elbert, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have survived the fight. You've saved me again!"
Elbert chuckled softly, having just sifted through a ton of online info and found the old man's younger self in a court painting from eighty years ago. His current identity was Marcus Graham, a man whose life spanned a century.
Elbert nodded slightly, "It's an honor to meet a hero Savior."
The old man smiled, "Your one-month showdown with Sith is coming up fast. I'll be straight with you; you're not ready to take him on."
"You can stay here at the temple. I'll take care of you, and I'll protect you with my life."
Elbert shook his head, "A month is both long and short. When I come back, I'll put an end to this idea that your birthday is your death day."
The old man's group was momentarily stunned. Elbert's words were casual, but his demeanor was confident. Suddenly, the temple's inhabitants remembered that this man had reached the pinnacle of Qi cultivation overnight.
The old man was momentarily dazed, looking at Elbert's inscrutable smile. Who was he doubting? This was the man.
As everyone regained their senses, Elbert was already walking away down the mountain path, hands behind his back. The old man rubbed his eyes vigorously, bowing deeply to the distant figure.
"Farewell, Mr. Perry!"
The four warrior monks behind him knelt and bowed, "Farewell, Mr. Perry!"
The old man kept his head down for a long time, only to hear Mindful Spirit's gruff voice behind him, "Sir, you've put me in a tough spot. You had me fight Mr. Perry; I'll be punished."
The old man whispered, "Don't worry, he's very forgiving."
...
On the helicopter, the cigar man had regained consciousness, grimacing in pain, "Boss! Are we just letting them go? They were way too harsh!"
"Why didn't you use the association's power?"
Sith frowned, "I'm hurt today, and I gotta stick to the Martial practices agreement."
"Boss, you've followed that agreement for decades! And now you're humiliated!"
"That old guy won't bounce back as fast as you. Why don't we hit back in three days and flatten that little temple?"
Sith's brow furrowed, his resolve wavering. His eyes flashed coldly, struggling internally. But before he could decide, the helicopter's radar system blared with alarms.
The radar screen showed countless white dots rapidly approaching the aircraft. "What is that?" Sith was shocked, opening the cabin door, his face turning pale.
In the sky, hundreds of white missiles, trailing flames, were heading straight for the helicopter. They couldn't have known that two minutes earlier, a nearby air defense base had been hacked, launching 80 Stinger missiles, automatically targeting and firing.
Sith had no time to defend. His face froze, eyes reflecting the swarm of missiles.
Three seconds later, a series of explosions rocked the sky, flames soaring, deafening. The small helicopter was torn to pieces by the blasts.
From the mountain temple, the explosion was clearly visible. The old man's face twitched.
Sith, you deserved it for wrecking my temple door!
...
At the foot of the mountain, Elbert strolled. Five minutes earlier, he had regained control of everything.
A child's voice echoed again, "Hey, Elbert. How's it going?"
Elbert looked at the sleepy-eyed boy in pajamas on the screen, smiling gently. "I'm alright. You sure can sleep."
Then, Elbert slowly raised his head, a faint purple glow beginning to flicker in his long-dormant right eye.
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