The Charismatic Charlie Wade

In this very moment, Maurina thundered ahead, pushing Gideon to keep up with him towards the looming mountains.

Their speed was extraordinary, even on hills adorned with thick foliage and rolling terrain. They traversed the uneven ground with the same ease as walking on level plains.

Gideon strained every sinew, clenching his teeth and trying to follow Maurina tightly. He had to keep his eyes wide open, fully focused on evading the trees and rocks beneath his feet as they dashed ahead. They covered one or two kilometers, and with each passing moment, Gideon grew increasingly frantic.

Yet, no matter how hard he pushed himself, Maurina maintained a steady and secure distance. It left Gideon dispirited, for he could only chase after Maurina without a chance to strike back.

The wooden sword bestowed by the British Lord, or even the lightning-strike wood he purchased from Zachary, both required a calm mind and the activation of arcane formations. Should Gideon lose concentration, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Hence, fighting while on the move wasn’t feasible, and though fighting while running proved more arduous, it was not impossible.

But if one were to imagine their present situation—bounding through the mountains like agile monkeys, exerting every ounce of strength, all the while focusing on unleashing enchanted artifacts and casting spells—it would be as daunting as scaling the heavens for Gideon.

As Maurina dashed towards the mountains, Gideon realized that Maurina intended to lead him to an isolated location for a final, life-or-death confrontation. Despite knowing this, Gideon had no other choice but to pursue him until the bitter end.

Maurina guided Gideon directly to a secluded valley, situated three or four kilometers away. It was the designated battleground for their ultimate clash. Far removed from urban areas and devoid of inhabitants, it offered no concerns about drawing unwanted attention.

When Maurina reached the valley’s heart, he abruptly halted, pivoted around, and locked his gaze onto the approaching figure of Gideon. With an icy tone, he uttered, “Impressive stamina, you old cur.”

Gideon stood firm, maintaining a distance of approximately twenty meters from Edgar. He examined Maurina’s face, illuminated by the patchy moonlight, and grinned mischievously. “I never expected Bruce’s son to thrive in just twenty years. You’ve mastered the aura! It appears the speculations of the Lord were accurate—your departed parents truly unraveled the secret of longevity!”

Maurina furrowed his brows slightly and inquired, “Do you believe my parents also comprehend the concept of aura?”

eternal life. Thinking they could keep it hidden from the world, but alas, the Lord discovered their secret. Fortunately, I ended their lives early; otherwise, given a few more decades, even the Lord himself might not

dumbfounded. He never fathomed that his parents were connected to

brings double joy. Since you’ve mastered reiki, you must have obtained the secret of longevity left behind by your parents.

swords. He posed the question, “Old cur,

Do you think I’ll be

word with conviction, “Today, you will meet your demise by my hands! Why should I feign ignorance with someone who is destined to die? Let me tell you, my methods of ending lives are no more merciful than yours! If you divulge everything you know today, perhaps I can grant you a swift

recollected the words Maurina had inadvertently let slip earlier, his expression now perplexed. He inquired, “Since you were unaware of your parents’ proficiency in

found my own

lived for over a century, and I’ve never heard of anyone achieving enlightenment

voice carried a lightness as he replied, “Well, you’ll

his teeth, Gideon retorted coldly, “Boy, I’ll show

sword with reiki, Gideon swung it towards Maurina’s empty space. He issued a chilling remark, “Don’t know how to flee? I’ll sever your legs first!” In an instant, an unseen blade shot forth

sensed the immense power contained within that blade—a force akin to a helicopter propeller hurtling through the

own limitations and lack of combat experience, Maurina dared not be complacent. Observing the whirling blade carving a path, slicing countless branches and leaves, he seized the opportune moment and bellowed, “Do you

energy shot out swiftly, resembling an invisible giant crossbow. It streaked towards the spinning sword

of tens of meters, the trees stood lush and verdant one moment, only to witness a downpour of cascading green leaves the next—a deluge akin to a torrential

staggering backward several steps,

morphed into sheer

covertly observing from a distance, was too astonished to utter a

blurting out, “You…you possess a