The Dark Messenger smirked at the look of shock on Wilbur's face, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking nothing but relaxed. "Go on. Show me the power of a dragon clan cultivator. You became a pupil of Master Orkot, didn't you? Come on, show me what you learned from him! You just might be able to last two minutes in battle." "You…" Wilbur gritted his teeth, rage flaring up in his chest. He would have lost his cool after being humiliated like this any other day, but there was currently a powerful aura radiating off the Dark Messenger and Wilbur could not expand his own aura at all. The Dark Messenger had not even activated his domain, yet he was able to hold Wilbur down with just his aura alone. This definitely surprised Wilbur. The Dark Messenger was far more powerful than a regular cultivator and was pretty much an evil god. Was it really possible for someone to become an evil god through cultivating endlessly? The Dark Messenger noticed Wilbur's change in expres
Just as his voice cut through the air, a golden pearl appeared above Wilbur's head. It melded into the white dragon's body under Wilbur's command, turning the dragon golden as it let out a piercing howl. The golden dragon shot out towards the Dark Messenger, who raised his right hand. Black miasma gathered in the air to form an enormous black palm that swiped at the golden dragon. The black hand grabbed the golden dragon by the neck. At the same time, Wilbur made the dragon claw at the Dark Messenger. The Dark Messenger clenched his right fist, forming another enormous fist with black miasma, and used it to meet the golden dragon's claw. Glee rose in Wilbur's chest at the sight. He controlled the golden dragon to give its tail a mighty swing at the Dark Messenger's back. The Dark Messenger summoned a defensive barrier at once, but the dragon's tail shattered it upon impact. The next second, the dragon's tail struck the Dark Messenger and sent him flying away before crashing hea
"Arghhhhh! Count your days, Wilbur Penn! I'll kill you eventually, just you see!" Upon shouting those words, the Dark Messenger's body exploded into a cloud of black miasma before fading into thin air. Wilbur collapsed onto the ground, taking deep breaths. He forced himself into a cross-legged position and began to meditate. Half an hour later, his protective formation was activated as his spirit energy began to recover at a faster rate. Wilbur could not stop replaying the battle in his mind. He had been so sure that he was doomed. What Wilbur did not expect was the Light Helmet actually supporting his spirit energy. He had put the helmet on right before activating the sixth level of the Dragon Move, which exhausted a large amount of his spirit energy. However, the Light Helmet was able to prevent his spirit energy from draining completely. That was what gave Wilbur the chance to cast Aura Return, something that he had not even planned on doing. The Light Armor was definitely
With the protection of his defensive formation from the Light Helmet, Wilbur was able to completely restore his spirit energy in just five hours instead of ten. Following that, he chopped off the trunk of a tree and tossed it into the water. Wilbur leaped onto the trunk and began to control it with his dragon aura, propelling the trunk toward the shores of Wendis. Seeing as he was out on the vast ocean, Wilbur changed his appearance to Trevor Penn so as to avoid any unwanted trouble. An hour later, Wilbur got off the shores of Wendis. It was already dark then, and Wilbur had just sat down in his hotel room to meditate when he sensed a powerful aura approaching. His eyes flew open, and he scrambled to jump out of his window. Just as he had done so, the door of his room was kicked open. The Dark Messenger strode up to the window, just in time to see Wilbur duck into a dark alley. "He better think twice if he's trying to get away." The Dark Messenger leaped out of the window as
The Dark Messenger would take a step forward after observing each guest, and it was not long before he reached Wilbur. The Dark Messenger stopped in his tracks, staring Wilbur down. "Have I seen you somewhere before, buddy?" "W-What?" Wilbur put on a terrified expression. "Did you mistake me for someone else, Mister Cultivator? I swear I've never seen you before." The Dark Messenger looked firmly into Wilbur's eyes. "Cut it out, Wilbur Penn. I know it's you." Wilbur froze. "S-Sir, I don't know who W-Wilbur Penn is. P-Please forgive me…" "Right. I was just joking, I hope you don't mind." "T-Thank you, sir." The Dark Messenger moved on to the next person. A little over ten minutes later, the innkeeper walked over with a smile. "Have you found your guy, sir?" "No." "That's such a shame. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything else I can help with, though." The Dark Messenger then walked out of the room with the innkeeper. Wilbur heaved a sigh of relief
The innkeeper was strangely touched by Wilbur's earnestness, and the two of them struck up a deal. The innkeeper would buy all of the seafood Wilbur acquired that day, and if he managed to keep it up, the innkeeper would continue buying all of his catches, albeit at a slightly lower price than the market rate. Wilbur bought himself a bucket to carry the seafood in and headed to the beach to start catching seafood. He got there pretty early, but it was still late compared to the more experienced fishermen. There were many others fishing on the island as well, but there was fairly little competition as the waters were open and everyone just stuck to their own spot. Wilbur appreciated how free the space was and got to work. He collected some clams and urchins, looking up at the sky every now and then. There were people that would mention the Wendis mirage occasionally. Mirages did not have to appear in the searing hot afternoon. Some mirages showed up right after dawn, but they w
Wilbur froze upon hearing the voice, then turned around as his eyes widened in shock. The Dark Messenger grinned at him, striding over quickly. "Drop the act, Wilbur. I knew it was you from last night. I didn't think you'd show up here today." Wilbur looked blankly at the Dark Messenger. "I really think you've got the wrong guy, sir. I'm not who you're looking for." "I told you to drop the act, didn't I? You're not getting away this time." The Dark Messenger raised his right hand. An enormous black palm appeared in the air, swinging toward Wilbur the very next second. Dock fifty-two exploded as rocks and debris went flying. A huge wave of pressure struck the water, pushing out a wave almost half a meter tall. Wilbur leaped into the air at the very last second, dodging the Dark Messenger's attack. The Dark Messenger looked up at him, smirking as he shouted, "Why did you have to hide if you weren't Wilbur Penn?" Wilbur knew that he could not hide his identity any longer and s
The Dark Messenger used his knee to shove Wilbur upward. He came charging toward Wilbur, swinging at him with another heavy blow. Wilbur bit back on the searing pain coursing through his body and clenched his fists, aiming a punch toward the Dark Messenger. Both fists collided in mid-air, and Wilbur was sent flying backward once again. Had it not been for the power of light protecting his body, all of his bones would have been crushed. Wilbur finally realized how terrifying the Dark Messenger was. This clone of the Dark Lord was at least twice as powerful as the last one, and Wilbur might not stand a chance even if he were to use all of his strength and power. The thought filled Wilbur with dread and hopelessness. Just then, a shout could be heard from some distance. "Look— it's a mirage!" "It's here!" "The mirage is finally here!" … A series of cheers could be heard from the beach just as Wilbur sensed that special aura in the air. Dragon aura! There was a surge of d