Chapter 309 “In person! (2)”

As usual, the first attack he made was his old signature move of unleashing a hundred fireballs at once. At such a close range, even the old green hat had fallen victims to it in the past. Furthermore, detonating so many blasts at once does have an advantage and that was a chain reaction of creating something bigger!

Sadly for Du Wei, in light of his continuous firing, none of the fireballs were hitting. It’s as if an unknown force now shields the man and kept them from landing. Before long, his control over the flames were lost like the kites in the wind.

Aware of what the boy was doing by now, White River turns to face Du Wei using an almost amused smile on that face: “You are quite interesting you know. Is this your mages so called ‘instant cast’? Hmm, it’s not the real thing is it? You used some kind of means to achieve said result. What a joke! If it was truly an instant spell then maybe, just maybe it would’ve caused me some trouble. Let me teach you something, a true instant cast is creating something from nothing! No matter how little movement you used there for this hail of fireballs, you still moved, meaning you still left traces of your bodily movement in the air! Such a travesty. A fine ability like instant casting is now tarnished by the half-hearted attempted by the likes of you.”

Finished with his reprimanding, the Shaman King only needed to give a small blow of his breath to extinguish the flames like its nothing. “Now then, what else do you have up your sleeve? Go ahead, show me.”

Exhaling a sigh at how easily his spell was dispersed, Du Wei figured he might as well forget the part about bringing his Nirvana’s Bow out at this point. Smiling bitterly: “I yield, I am not your opponent.”

“Good,” White River nods, already expecting said reply. “I said I will give you an opportunity. Now you’ve used it. Since you recognize now of the facts, let us continue on our journey.”

With that said, the Shaman King finally gets up from his seat. And as a form of consolation, he also whispered something while passing the talented Rodriguez’s side: “Your talent has surpassed your teacher, but your current powers are still inferior to his.”

This greatly vexed the saint knight. Gnashing his teeth, Rodriguez wanted to continue the fighting only to be stopped by Du Wei in the nick of time: “Mr. Rodriguez, there’s no more need to fight. I’ll go with him.”

Pausing to let his mind collect itself, the boy sighs and offers the best plan he can come up with: “He is not someone you can deal with. Go find the others. Maybe with everyone together then maybe, just maybe we would have a chance at defeating him without senseless sacrifice.”

Going white in his face, the saint knight gives a heavy nod after exhaling a sigh of regret: “Yes Duke! I will definitely come back and save you!”

As bitter as this was for Du Wei, he didn’t want to drag this out. Following White River out the door of this inn – which was mostly destroyed with the roof gone and half the walls collapsed – he didn’t want to postpone their departure anymore than it needs to be. There’s already a huge gathering of civilians outside. If the local soldiers also got involved then it would become a bloodbath.

It didn’t take long for the two to leave town, but instead of riding fast like normal people would under these circumstances, White River had in fact deliberately slowed down their paces as if the act alone would make the world understand he doesn’t fear anyone!

Towards this level of arrogance, Du Wei was absolutely speechless. He was starting to seriously doubt if he will ever get away from this madman because nothing seems to work.

To be clear though, he doesn’t hate the Shaman King for his own predicament, he hates himself for being so useless. Du Wei understands full well how fortunate his life has been: He’s the son of a powerful aristocrat in the empire. He’s the student of a legendary mage. And he himself was a reincarnated soul from another world! Matching all these factors together, he should’ve been able to stand at the very height of this world. But what does he do? Squander away the opportunities all because he was a little clever in the head. Now, to make matters worse, he got lazy, lazy after being bestowed with a position of power and has nearly forgotten that true strength will overturn everything!

If I had worked hard from the beginning, pursued the strength that I should’ve, would I have fallen into this state? If it was anyone else, they would’ve have at least put up a fight with the help of a saint knight. And what did I do? I can’t even hold a single blow….. For the first time ever in his life, Du Wei never felt such craving for power.

Not missing the self-reprimanding face of the boy while they rode along the road, White River was the first to break the silence: “I hope your people wouldn’t bring any weakling along the next time they find us, otherwise it would be quite boring.” Talk about giving off the final blow. Because of that casual remark, Du Wei almost couldn’t control himself and nearly started a panic attack.

With the event behind them, nothing special occurred for the next while. However, they did eventually arrive at a part of the road where it’s exceptionally rugged due to the two mountain slopes on each side of the path. But that’s not the most defining feature of this part of the landscape, it’s the ruins up ahead. Called the “Lonely Mountain Pass”, this used to be a major military checkpoint that shielded the empire from the Northwest.

But as development of the Grand Canal took aim across the central parts of the empire, this once major structure had become effectively useless overtime and was thus abandoned at some point. Now from afar, there’s nothing but weeds and crumbling rocks, evident of the passage of time on this place.

“I remember back when the Roland Empire was at war with the prairies, this was the very spot where our warriors would constantly dream of breaking through. Now look at it, the once great Lonely Mountain Pass has fallen into a state that could barely be recognized anymore. How the times have changed since then.” Sighing at the sight, White River was oddly sentimental here.

Sneering aloud, Du Wei had other views in mind: “Since when did the great Shaman King have things they couldn’t come to terms with!”

Scoffing a laugh at the sarcastic comment, White River had wanted to say something back when his senses picked up someone else nearby. No longer playful in his eyes, he exposed a level of seriousness never before seen on that face.

“Good! Good! Very good!!” Inhaling deeply, he excitedly cackles a laugh like he’s extremely pleased by the newcomer: “To think there would be such a powerful figure aside from myself here. How wonderful!”

After saying that, he then suddenly dismounted from the horse and faced the ruins: “I am White River, the current Shaman King of the Snowy Mountains, pleased to meet you!”

Stunned by the abrupt greeting, Du Wei follows that line of sight to soon locate a scrawny looking elder hiding in plain sight. The person didn’t just appear out of thin air, nor did he try to hide his presence with some sort of spell. All this person did was stand there like he had merged with the surrounding environments, truly astonishing.

“Greetings to you Shaman King of the Snowy Mountains. It’s good that I didn’t come too late and finally managed to intercept you here.” The old man’s voice seems to carry magic in there. Though hoarse and rough like he’s about to kick the bucket at any time, it’s very gentle to the ears.

Narrowing in on his eyes, White River wasn’t pleased though, “Hmm, for someone like you to wait for me here, it can’t be just to meet me now is it? Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Me…” The old man sighed as if he’s only talking to himself: “My name is… let me think on it. For many years now there hasn’t been anyone who would address me by my name…. Hmm, my name is Saint Igor Paul … Yes, that is it.”

While the Shaman King remains unmoved by the name, Du Wei on the other hand was literally popping his eyes in absolute shock!!

In the entirety of the Roland Empire, even an idiot would know this point: no matter how influential, no matter how powerful you are, the only person to ever have the right to add the prefix “Saint” to their name was only one!

That person would be the Temple of Light’s very own Pope – Saint Igor Paul XVI (16)!

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