From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 437 Facing the Lord, You Need to Be Humble

Zhila! ! !

In the apartment, Kara frowned as she looked at the strange plant that her heat vision had split in two. It had four dark purple tendrils, a tooth-like flower core, and a color that blended purple and dark red. She felt like she had seen this scene somewhere before, but she couldn't be sure.

Lately, I don't know why, but I always have a sense of déjà vu about things happening around me, a strange feeling that "this scene seems to have happened before".

However, many people have had this feeling, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

Looking at the strange, obviously hostile plant on the ground, she was in a dilemma. In the original storyline, she would have contacted her sister immediately, but now, she had another option.

She walked to the table, picked up the new phone, and a blue light shone from it, forming a three-dimensional holographic screen in the room. The screen was dotted with starlight, and after about five seconds, the starlight coalesced, and Kevin's holographic image appeared in the room.

“Teacher, you…”

Upon seeing Kevin, Kara's expression froze, because something was off about Kevin's surroundings. The sun was high in the sky, but the area around Kevin was extremely dark, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring in the sky, reflecting off his black cloak and giving off a rather terrorist vibe.

"It's alright, I'm tempering my will and gathering my primal force!"

Kevin said, "What do you need me for?!"

Kara didn't know what "gathering Force" meant, but she had a vague feeling that she had heard the term somewhere before—that damned sense of déjà vu! However, now wasn't the time to dwell on that. She immediately recounted the strange occurrence she had just encountered and brought over the odd plant.

“This matter is probably related to your Kryptonian relatives. You should report it to the Super-Investigation Bureau and have them investigate. I have some business to attend to in Chicago, and I should be back in two days,” Kevin said.

"it is good!"

Kara nodded and began contacting the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

On the other side, in Apple River Canyon State Park in Chicago, in a canyon carved by a river, Kevin, draped in a black cloak, sat on a protruding rock on the canyon wall. The Force surged and stirred the sky, which was filled with lightning and thunder, but no rain fell. The entire canyon was shrouded in an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

"Now that's more like the Sith Lord."

Sitting here, Kevin finally understood why the planet where the Sith Lord was located in the movies was always filled with lightning and thunder, and was eerie and terrifying.

Because the dark side of the Force is like this.

Only in such an environment could the Sith truly thrive and better comprehend the dark side of the Force.

The Force in this world is different from that in the Star Wars universe; it is more chaotic. However, with his Sith Force techniques, this canyon has become a Sith lair.

Of course, he couldn't possibly consider this place his true lair. It was just that the environment of this canyon made it easier for him to alter the celestial phenomena, making it more suitable for cultivating the dark side of the Force.

As for why he was training the dark side of the Force here, it was naturally because he wanted to witness a duel here.

The duel was between the original owner's grandfather, Philson Grant, and Marculis, a Highlander who had been hunting Philson for hundreds of years, and who existed in Roman times.

Yes, his grandfather was an immortal being from the Scottish Highlands, a mysterious race that was immortal yet fought each other to the death. Grant was just a surname he adopted after fleeing to America to escape persecution; he probably forgot his real surname.

An immortal race, which, if managed well, could even become a god, but this race has a ridiculous setting.

Only one person survived.

By beheading one's own kind with a sword, one can gain all of that person's power and wisdom!
Under these rules, this race has been engaged in constant internecine slaughter since its inception. Felson had been on the run for three hundred years, thinking he was well hidden, but he was still found by Marculis, who had lived since Roman times.

As a Highlander who had lived for hundreds of years, he seemed to foresee his own end. Therefore, three days before Kevin arrived, he had already finished dealing with the family affairs and came to this canyon to die. In other words, Kevin did not even see Philson after arriving in Chicago, let alone become the family heir.

Fortunately, he was no ordinary person. Through some clues, he found the canyon and saw Marculis, who was already inside. So, he concealed his presence, sat down in his current position, and began to stir the Force, waiting for Philson to come to his death.

Philson cannot die before he has successfully taken control of the family.

In the canyon, Philson had arrived. The old man, who looked to be over sixty, was still very energetic. He carried a silver cross sword, his eyes were bright, and he walked step by step from outside the canyon, staring at Marculis, who was covered in iron armor, with a resolute look in his eyes.

"Lord Maculis, it's been a long time."

“You escaped last time, but this time, no one will help you.” Marculis’s voice was hoarse and had a rusty quality to it. After saying that, he took a step and was already in front of Philson, his black greatsword slashing fiercely.

Bang! !

With a resounding clang of metal clashing, Philson's longsword barely blocked the attack, but his body was forced to retreat due to the immense force.

"Four hundred and fifty years, you've regressed!"

After the attack, Marculis did not retreat, but continued to charge forward, his tone revealing a hint of disappointment.

"The force of a single strike is about ten tons, which is much higher than that of an ordinary person, but it is still too low in the realm of the extraordinary. However, it is not hard to understand. Although creatures like the Highlanders can absorb the power of those they kill, their numbers are not large, and they are playing a battle royale game. They can't kill for long in a thousand years. It is not surprising that they have accumulated such power. However, the source of their immortality is worth studying."

On the cliff, Kevin watched Philson retreating into the canyon and then leaped down.

The fall from the nearly 100-meter-high cliff did not cause much of a commotion, but it was already noticed.

"who!"

After the second exchange of blows, Marculis retreated for the first time, turning to look at Kevin, who was dressed in a black cloak.

Philson then rolled on the spot, got up, and looked at Kevin, who had suddenly fallen from the sky.

"Sir Philson, when did you learn to wield a sword?!"

"You..." After a long while, Philson finally recognized Kevin, who had lowered his hood, "You're Kevin?!"

“It’s me.” Kevin smiled.

"You... are not from the Highlands!"

Marculis stared at Kevin and said, word by word.

“A Highlander?” Kevin stared at Philson’s slashed, blood-stained arm, grinned, and raised the hilt of his sword.

A dark green light rose up, forming a lightsaber. Enveloped in the green light, he looked at Maculis and said, "Before a Lord, you need to be humble, you foolish apprentice!"

(End of this chapter)