Zen had now killed about half of the people who took his home from him. Even though he felt happy inside his head, he could not help but be afraid. For he had used up all his mana in the last attack, he knew that he couldn't fight for much longer, but he kept going.
He jumped onto the roof of a nearby building, hiding from more martial artists, so that he could recover at least some of his mana, he sat, his legs crossed. He tried to meditate, but to no avail, for he sensed a large sensation of Qi, just a few meters away from him. He unsheathed his sword, and prepared for battle, lacing it with an enormous amount of Qi, so as to make sure it doesn't break. He jumped off the building, onto the ground, however that made no sound. He saw him, the brigade leader of the Black Faction, Tall and bulky, wearing all black, a sword strapped around his waist. Zen was now pouring all his strength into his sword and with a sudden movement he launched at the leader, making sure to make no sound and keep his presence to a minimum. But all in vain. For the leader had stopped his attack without even unsheathing his sword, the scabbard emanating a red liquid-like Qi. Zen jumped back as far as he could. The brigade leader had now unsheathed his sword, it was now emanating a much fiercer Qi. 'That feels demonic' thought Zen, surprised since the Black Faction, contrary to its name, didn't use unethical, demonic techniques. The leader launched at Zen, he tried to evade, but was far outpaced. He, however, was fast enough to block the attack using his sword, he saw the leader's Qi flowing into his sword, he jumped far back, but to his horror, his sword had been broken, clean in half. He tried to take out his staff, which was strapped to his back, but before he could even touch it, the leader had attacked him, now with an even larger amount of Qi flowing from his sword, Zen managed to block it using his left elbow but was injured. Zen tried to run but to no avail, about fifteen more men dressed in black had appeared in front of him, he now had no choice but to pull out his staff, which he was now able to, since he had distanced himself enough from the leader, all the men launched at him, at what seemed like superhuman speed, but for Zen, this was too slow, he quickly evaded them, and lacing his staff with Qi, cracked one of the men's skulls open, blood now pouring out his head. Zen ran out of the building as fast as he could, he felt it, the leader's Qi following close behind him. "Oh, you're fast aren't you? Unnamed Brat" spoke the leader as he followed Zen, into the forest close by. The men weren't able to keep up, and thus stayed to guard the main building from any other attacks, Feeling their Qi's stop moving, Zen stopped. "Finally giving up are we?" spoke the brigade leader. "Name's Zen", Spoke Zen, now smiling menacingly.
Zen had now killed about half of the people who took his home from him. Even though he felt happy inside his head, he could not help but be afraid. For he had used up all his mana in the last attack, he knew that he couldn't fight for much longer, but he kept going.
He jumped onto the roof of a nearby building, hiding from more martial artists, so that he could recover at least some of his mana, he sat, his legs crossed. He tried to meditate, but to no avail, for he sensed a large sensation of Qi, just a few meters away from him. He unsheathed his sword, and prepared for battle, lacing it with an enormous amount of Qi, so as to make sure it doesn't break. He jumped off the building, onto the ground, however that made no sound. He saw him, the brigade leader of the Black Faction, Tall and bulky, wearing all black, a sword strapped around his waist. Zen was now pouring all his strength into his sword and with a sudden movement he launched at the leader, making sure to make no sound and keep his presence to a minimum. But all in vain. For the leader had stopped his attack without even unsheathing his sword, the scabbard emanating a red liquid-like Qi. Zen jumped back as far as he could. The brigade leader had now unsheathed his sword, it was now emanating a much fiercer Qi. 'That feels demonic' thought Zen, surprised since the Black Faction, contrary to its name, didn't use unethical, demonic techniques. The leader launched at Zen, he tried to evade, but was far outpaced. He, however, was fast enough to block the attack using his sword, he saw the leader's Qi flowing into his sword, he jumped far back, but to his horror, his sword had been broken, clean in half. He tried to take out his staff, which was strapped to his back, but before he could even touch it, the leader had attacked him, now with an even larger amount of Qi flowing from his sword, Zen managed to block it using his left elbow but was injured. Zen tried to run but to no avail, about fifteen more men dressed in black had appeared in front of him, he now had no choice but to pull out his staff, which he was now able to, since he had distanced himself enough from the leader, all the men launched at him, at what seemed like superhuman speed, but for Zen, this was too slow, he quickly evaded them, and lacing his staff with Qi, cracked one of the men's skulls open, blood now pouring out his head. Zen ran out of the building as fast as he could, he felt it, the leader's Qi following close behind him. "Oh, you're fast aren't you? Unnamed Brat" spoke the leader as he followed Zen, into the forest close by. The men weren't able to keep up, and thus stayed to guard the main building from any other attacks, Feeling their Qi's stop moving, Zen stopped. "Finally giving up are we?" spoke the brigade leader. "Name's Zen", Spoke Zen, now smiling menacingly.
