Noxus Glory

Chapter 31 Unexpected Dark Chaos

Beneath the harsh winter.

Inside the courtyard surrounded by gray-white earthen and stone walls, scattered snowflakes soaked the soil.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The sound of blades slicing through the cold air, like a drizzle, left streaks of crimson.

Huo Jixing focused his gaze, ignoring the wind and snow.

Step forward, swing the knife.

His steps were light and his sword-wielding movements were fluid and seamless.

Upon closer inspection, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

As time passed, a hazy white mist gradually rose around Huo Jixing's body.

It is a strange phenomenon created by the melting of snowflakes by intense heat and blood.

Looking into the distance, the grayish-white mist rising into the air is slowly changing, as if transforming into birds with outstretched wings, hovering in the courtyard.

Suddenly.

A sudden burst of birdsong broke the silence, suppressing the patter of the fine rain and startling the swirling snowflakes.

Finally, it disappeared into the air.

Clang!

With the blade sheathed, Huo Jixing exhaled a breath of white air, which shot out like an arrow, traveling five or six centimeters before merging into the falling snowflakes.

Clap clap! Clap clap!

Light applause rang out, and Gregory, leaning against the wooden door, looked at Hoji Star in the snow with amazement and spoke.

"Your skills, and your fire power, seem to have improved again?"

"I'm starting to envy Wilson's gaze!"

If his esoteric school had someone similar to a legion advisor, he wouldn't have had to come to the imperial border to escape the turmoil in the capital.

Unfortunately, the Imperial Military will not back down.

Gregory thought of the current Noxus Hand.

Darius, a legendary figure who rose from commoner to general, was exceptionally tough and uncompromising in his attitude towards the various forces and nobles within the empire.

"Thank you very much for Amoline's help. I had some insights while resting last night!" Huo Jixing, with a long sword hanging at his waist, strode over.

"Ha ha!"

Gregory chuckled softly, growing increasingly fond of Hojixing's humble nature.

"Your skills should have reached the [Advanced Warrior] level, right?"

"I just recently entered the [Advanced Warrior] rank," Huo Jixing nodded in acknowledgment.

"The skill involved is sometimes comparable to superhuman strength," Gregory exclaimed admiringly, then added, "It's just that it's too arduous; not everyone can endure it."

The ability to contend with the extraordinary and endure for hundreds of years suggests that the art of skill must have some merit.

And as Gregory said, to achieve something in the art of craftsmanship requires countless hours and effort, far less than to improve one's strength.

This is also the choice of most extraordinary individuals.

However, Huo Jixing felt that improving his skills was still worthwhile.

During this period, he clearly felt the power of the fusion of skill and the extraordinary.

As Gregory listened to Huo Jixing's account, which included a mention of his old friend Wilson's recommendation, he nodded, as if recalling something.

"Wilson has a point. I once saw a master-level extraordinary artisan from afar who defeated many powerful extraordinary beings, including several heroes and legendary lords."

"But the Grandmaster"

"Understood!" Huo Jixing shrugged, indicating that he understood. The Grandmaster realm was indeed a realm that ordinary people could hardly reach.

He recalled Wilson's words and Eric's helplessness.

"The Way of Craftsmanship."

Huo Jixing's thoughts stirred, and he glanced subtly at Gregory in front of him.

If an ordinary artisan can ignore the corrosive effects of runes and magic, and wields extraordinary items, can they resist or even kill extraordinary individuals?

He also remembered Gregory mentioning that the Empire was secretly conducting research on how to unleash extraordinary power in ordinary people.

"Was the bird calls you just made a manifestation of your fire-based powers?" Gregory asked with interest.

"Yes, I will name it the Fire of Southern Desolation!"

Huo Jixing remained calm, standing still, slowly extending his palm, his fingers bent, in a state that was neither fully clenched nor fully closed.

In an instant!

A wisp of crimson-gold Southern Flame suddenly appeared, hovering in the palm of his hand.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard where the temperature was comfortable, a terrifying heat descended, distorting the air and evaporating large swaths of white mist.

Then, to Gregory's astonishment, crimson flames spread along his arm, like a layer of golden jade robe, extending up and down, covering Huo Jixing's body.

"The Fire of Southern Desolation? What a strange name."

Gregory extended his fingers, enveloped in gray energy, and when they touched the jade burial suit, the gray energy melted like ice and snow, and a burning sensation came from his fingertips.

"Terrifyingly high temperatures!"

He gazed at the crimson-gold flames and Huo Jixing, who remained unharmed within them, a peculiar emotion flashing in his deep eyes.

Huo Jixing, who was wielding the Southern Fire, was unaware of this.

Inside the Noxian camp, he encountered ordinary people like Eric, and rarely saw any superhumans.

To avoid harming Eric and the others, he will try to reduce his use of the Southern Flame and will not be able to go all out during sparring.

This made him somewhat hesitant and timid.

With Grigari, he could freely wield the Southern Fire, like a child showing off candy with great pride.

Just as Huo Jixing was about to say something.

Suddenly, bursts of energy emanated from inside the wooden house, causing a sense of unease and fear.

what--!

Then a piercing scream rang out.

It's Amorline!

Gregory's pupils constricted, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned and ran into the house.

Huo Jixing followed closely behind Gregory, drawing his long sword from his waist, the Southern Flame instantly covering the blade.

Push open the wooden door.

Gregory and Hodgson saw Amoryn, wearing a sweater and looking pale, walking towards the glowing fireplace, her cold face full of struggle.

boom!

As if sensing something amiss, the fireplace erupted with flames, spewing out large swathes of blazing fire that ignited the hem of Amorline's sweater, threatening to engulf her entire body.

"Damn it, help!"

Gregory, his face contorted with rage, roared and ran over quickly.

As he ran, Gregory's fingers intertwined and shifted, drawing out bursts of gray energy that transformed into a shield that enveloped his body.

At the same time, the runes engraved on the roof and walls lit up with a brilliant light, and a powerful magical force descended, suppressing Amorin's forward steps.

They stopped when they saw Amoline.

The flames inside the fireplace grew increasingly restless, fiercely scorching the walls and carpet, and vaguely seemed to be a pair of eerie eyes looking down on everyone.

Clang!

Without hesitation, Huo Jixing stepped over Gregory and rushed towards the oncoming blazing flames, slashing with his sword.

Boo!

The slender blade sliced ​​through the air like the cry of a vermilion bird, cutting into the flames.

Bang!

A dull thud resounded.

Huo Jixing raised an eyebrow. He felt that what he had struck was not flames, but leather armor.

"What's going on?"

Huo Jixing's heart sank. He brandished his blade wildly, and the crimson-gold Southern Flame raged, instantly suppressing the surging flames.

Click!

The glowing fireplace, unable to withstand the intertwined energy, shattered with a deafening roar, sending tiny metal fragments flying out like arrows.

Seeing this, Huo Jixing remained calm, gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and swung his wrists, swinging the slender long knife with all his might.

In the blink of an eye.

With terrifying speed, the slender longsword left afterimages, transforming into a crimson-gold shield that stood before him, melting away the tiny metal fragments.

As the shield dissipated, Huo Jixing looked up and saw a pair of eerie eyes hidden inside the fireplace, staring at him.

No, it wasn't him.

It is the Southern Fire that covers the blade!

boom!

In a hazy state, Huo Jixing's consciousness trembled, as if he had fallen into darkness, surrounded by nothingness and chaos.

"Where is this?"

When he came to his senses again, Huo Jixing looked around and saw only darkness.

Unwilling to sit and wait for his death, he was possessed by the Southern Fire, which shone with a crimson light, and then he walked around with a knife in his hand.

Or maybe you were just lucky.

After walking for a short while, he saw a magnificent stone palace standing in the darkness.

From a distance, the hall appeared tall, majestic, solemn, and somewhat similar to the architectural style of modern Noxus.

He took a few steps forward into the darkness and saw a flame inside the hall, surging wildly toward the stone steps. He was just a few steps away from leaving the hall.

But even within those few steps, the flames could not cross the barrier, their raging fire melting the air.

"Mortal, Your Flame!"

The surging flames, as if sensing Huo Jixing's arrival, humanized themselves by rotating and twisting, emitting a majestic and greedy sound.

"Mortals, kneel before your gods and offer your strength!"

Clang!

Without hesitation, Huo Jixing swung his sword and struck.

The crimson-gold Southern Flame erupted instantly, scorching the hall and illuminating the space of consciousness.

"Ignorant mortals... what kind of power is this?"

The blazing flames seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and like the receding tide, they quickly retreated into the depths of the hall, hesitant to reveal themselves.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"You pulled my consciousness in, but then ran away in fear?"

Huo Jixing looked around in confusion and saw the Jing Constellation above him shining brightly.

"Strange, when did the constellation Jingxiu light up?"

Huo Jixing's mind raced, and he seemed to understand something.

When he searched for the stone hall again, he found himself back in the wooden house, standing in the same spot.

The slender long knife in her hand shattered the fireplace, and the flying charcoal ash covered the plush carpet.

Mid-Autumn Festival!

(End of this chapter)