Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs



These words had Seth pausing his thoughts and looking toward the source of the voice, finally having a clear view of Zuroc.

With all the dust that the Successive kicking of Seth had created, what first came into Seth's view was Zuroc's silhouette, and then gradually his image.

His steps Firm and unwavering, Zuroc walked forward with confidence, but the wretched state of his body brought a smile and an internal sigh of relief to Seth.

His dark red cloak which he once proudly wore over his body, was now destroyed, revealing Zuroc's bloodied chest.

While Zuroc's entire upper bodied was not caked in blood, there were several trails of blood running down his chest and his left arm, showing that he had not survived Seth's attack unscathed.

That Zuroc looked relatively well and able to fight despite having received Seth's most powerful attack did not bother Seth, instead he was impressed by the strength of the tent's seal.

Without having to see it, Seth was more than sure the seal in the tent was the reason Zuroc was still alive, or else his scorched body was all that would have remained of him.

"The both of you leave, I'll deal with him alone" Zuroc came to a stop and said, and while the statement brought protests and grumbles from Seung and the other woman, Seth couldn't help but laugh.

"Didn't you hear him, he wants to be the only one fighting me when I kill him, so leave" Seth barked out, not screed that his words would make Zuroc change his mind.

"Commander, he's goading you to fight him alone, he's setting a trap" Seung protested.

"Yes commander, we barely know anything about him, you're already at a disadvantage against him," the female beside Seung said, a look of worry on her face.

Proudly standing up straight and exposing his bare muscled chest, his blood-drenched arm lifted as his hand rubbed his chin, and his right hand holding onto the heavy sword which rested on the ground was Zuroc who mulled over his subordinate's words.

All this made for quite the incredible sight and envious sight, Seth easily falling into the circle of envy as he muttered a curse at the man who had somehow managed to keep his face untouched and clean through their short exchange.

"You guys are right," Zuroc said, his words further dampening Seth's mood, but then he continued, turning and looking both his subordinates in the eye.

"I'll fight him alone, but you guys stay by the side and interfere only if I say you should, do otherwise and I'll make sure you'll be losing an arm for a long time", and with those words, Zuroc moved forwards and headed closer to Seth.

"Surprised you still have the ball to face me after barely escaping with your life," Seth said with a laugh, but to his surprise he found Zuroc joining him.

"After using such a powerful attack, I wonder how much qi you still have left, how many times can you still launch such an attack" Zuroc rapidly asked, his questions killing off Seth's laugh.

"You no longer have your tent, one more attack should be enough."

"How observant, I guess my officers are right and I shouldn't take you lightly, but still though, how do you plan on hitting me with such a slow attack."

"You don't have to worry about that, I'll be showing you how soon enough," Seth said, beginning to walk towards Zuroc, his body all healed up, but that wasn't something the man need to know.

With just a single attack, Zuroc had figured out the strength and weakness of his attack, this event causing traces of fears and doubts to begin building up in Seth's heart.

Within himself, he could hear a voice telling him to flee Zuroc for now, come back later when he had broken through and destroy the man, but Seth pushed away such thought.

As logical and safe as such a thought was, Seth flushed away such thought from his mind with every fiber of his will.

His deal with Aimy involved him killing Zuroc in order to prevent the both of them from meeting and the spillage of Aimy's secrets.

With the offer Aimy had put up for this mission, Seth found it impossible to refuse.

The chance to soar to an extremely advanced cultivation world tempted Seth far better than Minuha's body ever did.

For the Scroll, Zuroc had to die, and even Seth was to for some reason find no interest in going to the Heavenly sect, Zuroc still had to die and one of Aimy's casual comments on his fear of losing to the Minuha made that sure.

Not that Seth was goaded by Aimy, but instead, her words reminded him of Irene's warning about his caution of Minuha turning into fear and trauma.

The whole world could remain ignorant, but Seth would only be lying to himself if he said that the thought of battling Zuroc hadn't filled his head with various scenes of the man suddenly pulling out a rare secret move and ending him.

That he Evary Seth was turning to a coward frightened Seth, while it wasn't smart to fight people who could destroy him with a thought, that he actually feared a level 9 mortal irked Seth.

Zuroc might be an all-powerful and dreadful commander, but that didn't change the fact that he was a level 9 mortal, perhaps a lot stronger than Edwin, but as long as he hasn't entered the illusive immortal level, then he was still a viable opponent for Seth.

Suppressing whatever useless and cowardly feelings tried to surface within him, Seth flicked his left hand, qi blazing out of his hands and hitting the space ring there, two items coming out of it which he quickly grabbed out of the air and held in both hands.

After being forced to flee Monwac City, Seth lost both black and blue, leaving him weaponless.

Thankfully he had come across Tamor, and though the man hadn't been able to supply him a sword staff given how rare and out of demand they were, finding Seth two halberds were enough.

Though not exactly like his two-sided sword staff, Seth was more than sure he could make them work, and now with a smile, he rested both weapons over his shoulders and moved towards Zuroc.

For some reason, the thought that he was going to be using Zuroc to sharpen his skill with the halberd brought a smile to Seth's face, as the familiar and missed desire to battle just for the sake of battle began bubbling within him

As he moved, he rolled his neck and shoulders, his aura spiked and his qi leaked out of him, and then with a stamp, his figure was off, zooming towards that of an approaching Zuroc.