Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel
Chapter 96 This Boy Is Death’s Own Child...

Of course, he was expecting them.

Chiron had immediately suspected when Elder Ellen had said that Lily was going to stay with him. It was at this time that he knew that something was wrong.

Secondly, it must have not been an ordinary matter for it to have disturbed Elder Ellen.

Although Chiron was not aware that Assassins came for his life from another clan, he was roughly aware of the strength of the enemy.

The reason for this was because of the strength of the guard assigned to him.

Lily was of the first stage of the Stone rank.

Chiron knew that Elder Ellen would not assign someone that was not capable to take care of him.

This led him to believe that they were people after his life and since Lily was of the first stone rank, then it meant that his assaulters were of the wood rank.

To make matters worse, the entire clan was aware that Chiron had woken up from his coma. After all, he had ridden along side Elder Ellen on a cored beast earlier in the day.

Every body must have seen that she returned to her Manor without him.

And lastly, his father who was an elder of the clan left for a meeting.

Even Chiron could see this as the best time to take his own life.

With these things in place, it was not hard for him to figure out that he was going to be expecting trouble tonight.

However, these people arrived late.

The ritual had already been carried out and Chiron now had Aura. He was now officially a Cultivator.

Although he was now a cultivator, he still had problems to worry about. His method of acquiring cultivation has left him a wounded man.

Unlike Spirit energy users that had their Dantain in their chests, Chiron had his dantain in his head. The head was the location of Dantain for Aura cultivators.

Chiron was a wounded man, not because of the blood that trailed down from his orifices, but because of his Dantain. At the moment, the walls of his dantain were filled with cracks.

It was only by some miracle or rather LUCK that it had not broken apart and the energy killed him.

For now, it was barely holding in place. But Chiron knew that using it one time might very well be the reason he might die.

Till this moment, black aura flowed out of his body. This was aura leaking from the cracks in his dantain.

Even though his aura was of the wood rank which was obvious from the green color in his dantain, his aura came out as black as night.

Chiron did not know why this was so, but for now, he couldn't be bothered.

With the temporary stabilization of his aura as a result of LUCK, he could slowly start to feel parts of his body again.

He looked to the sky, at the two full moons and he felt the inspiration for a poem. As his mind made out the words, his guests arrived.

The assassins made their arrival before him.

All ten of them had come for his life.

However, before Chiron, were only five of them. The other five were hiding at different corners. This was a precaution that Assassins took. Even though the person to be killed was a child, they were always ready for surprises. Also, after many years of working as assassins, it had basically become a habit.

The reason Chiron knew that they were ten was that surprisingly, he could feel them and even feel their hidden location.

Spirit energy was considered an extension of the body. This was why it was easier or rather better to use a weapon with it. That way, the weapon becomes a part of the body and spirit energy can be cultivated through the weapon to become lethal in battle.

However, Aura was different. Aura energy was an extension of the mind. Although Aura users still used weapons, weapons for them played a different role.

Aura was an extension of the mind, and Chiron's Aura was not normal Aura. This was because he had gotten it by stealing a soul from the land of the dead, and then converted it into power.

Chiron's Aura, was the Aura of the dead.

At the moment, he was in a graveyard. What better place for his Aura to be at his strongest than in a graveyard? This was practically home-field for him.

As the saying went: How could a dragon defeat a mighty snake in its own hole?"

This was Chiron's Hole.

>>Host, please defend against Fate<<

Chiron turned to his assaulters, "I have been expecting you!"

Those words were low, but in this empty quiet place, it was very audible.

Chiron concentrated hard. He knew he was about to get into a really bloody fight. It was him for himself. Lily had become an empty dried-up carcass with no limbs on the ground.

There was nobody to fight this fight for him.

However, even if there was, he still wanted to do it himself.

He concentrated hard to hold the leaking Aura in place. He had to. If it continued this way, his Dantain although very full at the moment will run dry and for a cultivator, that was the same thing as asking for death.

But Chiron also knew that he couldn't push it too much. Pushing it was another kind of suicide.

Iron Stab looked at Chiron and frowned.

According to the report on Chiron he was given, the target was supposed to be incapable of cultivation. But at the moment, he could see those black things coming out of Chiron's body.

He tried to check, but he discovered that he could not feel any spirit energy from Chiron.

However, his ever-sharp senses to the mistress that his Death and her forever cold open embrace were telling him that things were not what he saw them to be.

Iron stab wanted to attack. The child before his eyes was just over eight years of age, but his sixth sense told him otherwise.

"Iron stab!" One of his subordinates called to him.

Iron stab looked in his direction. He could see that they were waiting for his orders to attack.

Iron stab shook the unnecessary thoughts out of his head.

"Kill him!" he ordered.

The man that had called Iron stab nodded.

He waved his hand and a dagger appeared.

The opponent was a child without Spirit energy. There was no need to even activate his spirit energy. He was going to do this with just his physical prowess.

He rushed at Chiron with a crazy look in his eyes.

It was not possible to be in this line of work without having a taint of madness.

However, even Madness had its hierarchy. And this assassin did not know that this boy in front of him was by far his elder on the Cuckoo carriage.

Even though Iron stab had given the order, he stretched a hand and subconsciously wanted to pull the man back, but it was too late.

The dagger was swung right for Chiron's throat.

The assassin was fast. In fact, one might say that both skill and technique in killing were flawless. But Chiron was a person that had trained his body to such fulfilling heights that even when he was just a regular person, he was still keeping up with the speed of cultivators.

That time had passed.

Chiron was now a cultivator. He cultivated Death Aura, and he was also in a graveyard. This was not going to end pretty.

The assassin might have well been in slow motion towards Chiron.

The blade whistled through the air.

Chiron had been on one spot. But then, he suddenly moved.

Chiron was just a bit above eight years of age. This meant that he was far shorter than his assaulter. It also meant that the assassin had to lean in, in other to land the hit.

As he leaned in, Chiron's hands suddenly moved.

His left hand blocked the hand with the dagger and the second hand went straight for the throat, grabbing the man by his wind pipe.

In this moment, Time seemed to freeze.

Chiron's fingers hand gone through very rigorous training. Those same fingers were currently holding the man's throat. It was a firm grip.

The man could neither breathe nor talk. All that came out were gagging sounds. Like a Cock at the end of its morning crows.

He tried to struggle, but Chiron just held tighter. Under light from the two moons, Chiron's smile was all the more menacing.

The last thought the man had in his head before Chiron ripped his throat out was, "this is not the face of an eight-year-old. This is Death's own child!"

Chiron removed his throat like he was carelessly plucking a juicy ripe fruit from a tree.

The juice of the fruit poured everywhere, while the crushed fruit remained in Chiron's hand...