Heavy wind blew, sending the dust away from the collapsed building.
At the center of the building, where large wood had piled, a ring of air gushed out at full speed, blasting the wood and sending it flying across the land.
Slowly, Yung Mai erupted from the ashes with his brother’s blood still warm on his arms.
A yellowish glow brightened around him as the sun’s rays shone bright on the staff held tightly under the fingers of his left arm.
When he cracked his eyes open and took his first step, the ring of wind returned and spiraled around him.
anwhile, Lena stood there, forgetting how to close her mouth as she stared in Yung Mai’s direction.
She shook her head once, twice, then blinked.
Surprisingly, she saw Yung Mai standing in front of her, almost as if ti stopped the mont her eyes closed for that one second.
In Yung Mai’s eyes, Lena saw her reflection in it as an ant, then when he turned, strong air flashed on Lena’s face, raising her brown hair.
anwhile, on the right side of the Radiant Palm land, where the mountain was located, screams tore through the air, followed by the sound of tal being crushed.
At the base of the mountain, where a short staircase was, Jude stood there, tears tracing down and dripping from his chin.
In his eyes, he saw streams of blood splashing in the air, followed by human flesh that flew like feathers.
His bones ached the mont he tried moving forward, which caused him to stumble and fall to the ground.
BAM
His body rolled on the ground like a ball until his back slamd into a tree that remained at the center of the road, where the Whispering Wind entrance door was.
Broken pants escaped from his nostrils the mont he saw groups of n descending the mountain and walking toward him.
His eyes rolled, sending him back in ti to mories of all the days and years he had spent as a disciple of the Whispering Wind cult.
When the last mory flashed in his eyes, a bone-cracking sound erupted as he clenched his fist and slamd it into the stone-filled ground.
Jude’s chest heaved as a crackling sound echoed around his fists, followed by turmoil that seed to make the ground shake.
When the three n fully descended the mountain and stood a few inches away from Jude, a deafening laughter surged over him like fire.
Jude’s jaw tightened as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
"What’s that kid trying to do?" Jim cried out in joy as he stared at the 1.8-ter-tall boy standing far from them.
He shook his head and brushed his left palm across his face, then grinned.
Beside him, Marcus swung the sword, glistening in gold color on his shoulder, and giggled.
Marcus pulled the sword down, pierced it into the ground, and folded his arms on his chest.
"Hey, kiddo," he scread, unfolded his arms, and clapped.
When Jude cracked his eyes open, the stones beneath his feet rose to his waist and hung in the air, almost as if an invisible string had been tied to them.
A series of gasps echoed from his mouth as he inhaled and exhaled.
He jolted his gaze from the three n, from the one he knew to be a monk in the Shadow Cult years back, the one who stood at the back of the golden sword that had been driven into the ground, and lastly to the one wearing a military uniform.
The stones at Jude’s right side raised the mont he raised his right arm and stretched it toward the one wearing the military uniform.
Imdiately he squeezed his fist, and the stones shot forward. They spiraled around themselves and ford a grinding wheel.
The grinding wheel blasted the mont they reached five ters away from Wang.
"What is that?" laughter rang out as Wang’s face appeared in the dust fog.
He tilted his gaze to Jim. "Oh, I see why the monks at the mountain couldn’t even scratch us."
Wang placed the long sword in his arm to his back, letting it stick to the black cloth that moved as if alive.
The ground shook as he slamd his boots on the ground and pushed himself forward.
There, a series of stones shot forward at him, yet not a single one scratched his face.
Wang moved his left arm, parading the stones the mont they reached his front.
The mont he reached five ters away from the boy, a huge wave of stone shot forward and slamd the boy backward.
"This is what we call earthbending!" Wang said, pebbles circling his stretched arm that pointed to the direction the boy was sent crashing.
He lowered his fingers, letting his bones curl under his skin, then squeezed his eyes.
In an instant, the ground beneath his boots shook heavily, followed by a pillar of stone that erupted from beneath his boots and stopped 1.8 ters high at his front.
The smile on Wang’s face widened when he saw the boy rise from the debris he crushed.
When Wang released his fingers, the pebbles circling his wrist hovered over the pillar.
In a blink, the pillar of stone shot straight toward the boy.
Blood oozed out of Jude’s chest when the pillar of stone crushed onto him and sent him flying twenty ters back.
Cough. Cough.
Jude brushed the dust from his body, wiped the blood from his lips, and stood up, still having the zeal to fight, no matter how much his bones begged him to flee.
Jude stretched his arms forward; the stones followed. Instead of letting the stones shoot forward, he commanded them to wrap around his arm like a war suit.
Gusts of dust sprayed out of the stone as he panted, and when the dust stopped, Jude dashed forward.
Though parts of the stones flared off, he didn’t stop.
He maintained the sa montum as he reached the man’s side. Jude slamd his arm at the man’s chest, pushing him a few ters back.
He dashed again, throwing his arms at the man from all sides.
Though the strikes were blocked, Jude never gave up.
...
anwhile, a few ters away from where Jude and Wang were fighting, heavy wind gushed out as boots slamd the ground.
When the dust cleared, another wave of wind blasted the tree in front of Jack, as his face tensed.
A ring of dust spiraled around his knuckles as he squeezed his eyes the mont he saw the military man slamming the Whispering Wind boy on the ground like a rock.
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