Above The Sky
Chapter 441 - 441 411 Rescuer and Rescued 33

441: Chapter 411 Rescuer and Rescued (3/3) 441: Chapter 411 Rescuer and Rescued (3/3) Just as the shadow faced off against the suddenly appeared Sio.

Meanwhile, Ian, seemingly fleeing for his life, muttered under his breath words that would enrage the shadow to the point of fainting.

“Ease up on the strength, ease up…

otherwise, the opponent won’t be able to break through my defense…”

With a pale complexion (slowing blood circulation) and diminished strength (contracting his own power), Ian had lowered his defenses as much as possible.

Yet, the shadow’s strike failed to cut through flesh and blood, and after shattering his armor, only managed to graze the skin.

If it weren’t for Ian’s lightning-fast reflexes, clamping the blade between his muscles, deliberately cutting himself and keeping the blade in place, the shadow’s strike might have been repelled long ago—how could it possibly remain embedded in him?

Not to mention, Ian had even preemptively unwrapped the dragon skin vest given to him by his mentor and tied it around his waist—otherwise, instead of breaking through, the shadow’s blade would have likely been deflected outright.

Of course, this was something only Ian knew.

To an outsider, it appeared as if he had been running for a long time, his control over his body diminished, caught off-guard and stabbed in the back at a vital spot.

It was this scene that prompted Sio, who had been hiding in the surrounding jungle waiting for an opportunity, to take advantage of the situation and block the shadow.

And why not sooner…?

After all, if Ian wasn’t hurt, what reason would the Dragon Worship Cult have to intervene and help him?

A chance encounter with injustice leading to a courageous act?

…It wasn’t impossible—a young knight with white hair and silver armored clothing, who was handsome with excellent cooking skills; on the other hand, the shadow, covered in black metallic armor and with an invisible face, lacked any sense of aesthetics.

Dragon or not… anyone would know whom to help.

But at the end of the day, the more dangerous the situation, the more gratitude one reaps by making a last-moment appearance.

Let’s put aside what Sio was thinking for the moment.

He completely failed to notice that Ian had deliberately led the chase to his location.

He didn’t even realize that when he ran out to save the day, he almost forgot to pull out the knife, simply brandishing the scabbard—this too didn’t escape Ian’s watchful eye.

As for whether Sio could stop the shadow, Ian wasn’t the least bit worried.

Setting aside the fact that he had long seen the shadow didn’t want to reveal his real identity and would never fully commit during a private job without absolute certainty—probably just leaving if someone interfered.

Sio’s true form was clearly that of a dragon, and his human form was just a remote avatar.

What did it matter if he lost?

At worst, the dragon itself would have to intervene.

Ian was quite looking forward to getting a close look at what a dragon looked like.

Of course, as someone at the First Energy Level, even with Spirit Energy, Ian shouldn’t have known any of this.

So, he pretended as if unaware of everything behind him and continued his desperate flight towards the deep mountains.

“Ah, I see it—Anfa is right up ahead.”

Shortly after, Ian sensed through Foresight View a familiar blue mist in the distance.

It seemed that Elves Scholar had already met up with Sio; the two had come together to meet him.

With that in mind, the youth began to contemplate his next move.

“Theoretically, if someone with Fairy Bloodline like me has been stabbed in the back and continues to run for such a long time, the wound should have split open by now.

But what if I can’t bleed?

Hmm, I’ll freeze the wound, making it look like I’ve treated it myself.”

“Then, I should be showing signs of weakened breath, exhaustion, about to collapse onto the ground and fall unconscious.”

“Faking a coma is easy,” I’ll just use the Silver Chip to simulate it, then my spirit will enter a meditation state, sensing the outside world with fairy perception – they won’t be able to detect my Second Energy Level, which is their blind spot.”

After quickly going through the entire process in his mind, the already pale-faced Ian suddenly staggered, collapsing forward and rolling towards the nearby woods.

Thud!

The large tree Ian crashed into shook incessantly, shedding leaves, while a green figure noticed this and quickened its pace, nimbly leaping through the forest to Ian’s side.

Anfa held an Alchemical Firearm in his hand, which resembled a sniper rifle; this was his true weapon.

He had planned to cooperate with Sio to intercept the shadow, but in the end, he found it unnecessary – facing Sio, the shadow fought with hands tied, looking eager to leave.

And Sio wanted the intruder to beat it, but he couldn’t show it too obviously.

Thus, the two maintained a teasing distance, exchanging blows – a stroke of the Void Cleaving Blade here, a thrust of the Void Piercing Stab there, it was quite a lively skirmish.

Eventually, both sides faintly feinted a move and then separated, bringing an end to this insincere fight.

The shadow hurried off; at least this time it wasn’t without gain – Ian seemed to be connected with the Dragon Worship Cult.

Although it didn’t seem too significant, it was still better than nothing.

“Anfa, how is this kid?”

After driving off the enemy, Sio immediately rushed to the scene of Ian’s ‘coma’, asking his friend, “This guy has Dragon Blood, he shouldn’t die that easily, right?

Also, what kind of dragon’s Dragon Blood does he actually have?

I had a meal with him before, and I can’t quite tell…”

After unlatching his armor on the back, the Elf Scholar observing Ian’s wound looked up, his golden pupils fixed on the incessantly talking man.

He waved to the redhead with dragon lineage, gesturing for his hand.

Confused, Sio approached Anfa, then cried out in pain, “Ouch—what are you doing?!”

“All you know is eating, you didn’t bring back any information,” the Elves Scholar retorted as he plucked a red hair from Sio’s head, speaking indifferently, “Don’t disturb me, your letters are always written on both sides, I see you’re just as talkative in person.”

“Why am I doing this?

Isn’t it obvious?

To see if there’s any reaction between his Dragon Blood and yours.

Otherwise, how would I even know which medicine to use?”

Saying so, Anfa signaled for Sio to step back, “It’s good that the Dragon Blood in your body is rather diluted, it won’t elicit a strong reaction—stay back, don’t disturb me.”

Carefully, the Elf brought the red hair towards Ian’s wound, where blood had been previously Icebound.

Instantly, a halo of pale gold wrapped around ice blue Origin Quality clashed with the greenish-red Origin Quality on Sio’s red hair.

“Dragon Blood from the Dual Water-Earth System, no wonder the fairy Bloodline’s Origin Quality is so pure.”

“It’s opposingly compatible with your fire and wind, somewhat like a Crystal Dragon.

But purer than a Crystal Dragon…

it must be an Ancient Crystal Dragon, from the lineage of the Dragon King.”

Nodding slightly, Anfa revealed an expression of realization – the result was not definitive, as even the Dragon Worship Cult couldn’t precisely trace back the blood of each dragon to its root, but having a general direction was sufficient.

He took out several vials of luminous potions from his bag, “With such a pure Bloodline, healing him will be much simpler.”

The Elf quickly mixed the potions, transforming the glowing different colored ointments into a paste that shone with an ice-blue luster, delicately dropping it onto Ian’s wound with a test tube.

Immediately, a layer of thin ice replaced the one Ian had formed himself, evenly covering his wound.

The vibrant ice layer spurred the flesh and skin to heal and reconnect.

The Elf reached out with an empty hand, and with a sweep, just a faint red mark and the ice layer remained on the young man’s back wound, “External injuries are healed, the internal ones will probably need some time to recover…

to be honest, I didn’t expect to come across such a gifted fellow of our kind just by coming to South Ridge for a meeting.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Sio, too, folded his arms, leaning against a nearby tree, nodding in agreement, “Imperial People are really messed up, they don’t know how to protect such a talented person, and there are even assassination attempts—If it were me, I would have locked him away in the nest, nobody leaves before maturity…”

“My dear friend, I believe you just want to repeat what your mother did to you, and the results are clearly unsatisfactory.

At your age, you still behave like a child – this sort of upbringing is to blame.”

Anfa shook his head slightly, then carefully helped the ‘comatose’ Ian, who seemed somewhat fragile, to his feet, “Let’s go, he’s lucky to have encountered us.

Otherwise, heading straight to Nauman City would have surely been dangerous.”

“Take him back to the Abode Tribe, we need to teach him how to hide his Blood.”