Chapter 2112: Not Weak Power Chapter 2112: Not Weak Power Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Following the Law Enforcement Elder’s gesture, Harwin Nilles immediately spotted Wilma Nilles and Braydon Neal, whose appearances were constantly shifting.
His gaze landed on the two figures in the examination grounds, and his eyes filled with rage.
“Damn it!” “The family has raised you for so many years, and in the end, you came out here just to court death?!” Harwin’s furious voice echoed as he turned and stormed off.
Watching him leave in anger, the others breathed a sigh of relief but couldn’t help feeling a pang of sorrow for Wilma.
The first to decide her death had been her own family.
The assessment location was in China.
Wilma had no idea that the Third Elder had already visited once and effectively signed her death warrant.
Yet, even if she knew, she likely wouldn’t have felt sad.
After all, from her perspective, she had already left that family behind.
Braydon and Wilma soared more than ten thousand meters into the air.
Suddenly, Braydon’s expression changed, and the night crow beneath his feet began descending rapidly.
“Braydon, why are we stopping now?” Wilma asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.
Hearing her question, Braydon responded softly, “There’s a powerful force ahead.” “I’m not sure if it’s the same type of entity as the Sakura Dragon, capable of forcing us into a fight.” “But we need to be cautious.
The spiritual energy here is thinner, which makes recovery twice as difficult.” Once they prepared their supplies, Braydon led Wilma forward.
The two of them moved carefully through the forest.
Before long, Braydon stopped and peered through the trees.
Beyond the forest, a massive creature was coiled on the ground, its aura unstable.
It appeared to be… breaking through.
That’s right—it was undergoing a breakthrough.
Braydon stared at the scene in surprise.
He hadn’t expected the assessment grounds to simulate a demon beast in the process of breaking through.
This level of power felt extraordinary to him.
However, this particular beast didn’t seem like the kind that blocked their path forward unless slain.
Braydon had initially descended to investigate its terrifying aura, but now that he had identified the situation, he and Wilma quickly moved on.
They flew for half a month.
During their journey, Braydon suddenly sensed something unusual—a shift in the void around them.
Waves of rotational energy were gathering nearby.
Though slow, the energy was formidable.
Braydon couldn’t figure out what kind of force could bring them to the ground so abruptly without any spatial fluctuations.
Moments earlier, they’d been high in the sky without a single disturbance.
“Get ready,” Braydon said, his voice low.
“The battle is about to begin.” Wilma’s expression froze.
She quickly nodded, her demeanor becoming serious.
She gripped the sword at her waist and scanned her surroundings vigilantly.
Braydon held a black flute in his hand, ready to wield it as a weapon if necessary.
The rotational force around them intensified, reaching its peak.
In an instant, their surroundings transformed.
When they reappeared, they were enveloped in a familiar fog.
The dense fog shrouded everything around them, blocking Braydon’s perception.
Before, he could only sense things once the fog had dispersed.
Beside him, Wilma suddenly turned and asked, “Braydon, did you hear… waves?” Just as she spoke, Braydon caught the sound of crashing waves.
The noise grew louder, as if it were about to crash directly over them.
Braydon’s expression hardened.
He grabbed Wilma and ascended rapidly.
“This is an attack!” he warned.
Though they couldn’t see anything through the fog, Braydon’s instincts had always been accurate.
The sense of danger was undeniable.
Suspended in midair, Braydon listened carefully for any signs of an ambush.
Gradually, the fog began to thin, revealing the landscape around them.
It was a kingdom of water.
The ground where they had landed was now completely submerged.
“Something connected to water?” Braydon murmured, his expression grim.
If it was truly an elemental spirit, it would be nearly impossible to defeat.
The creature could dive into the water at any moment, rendering attacks futile.
As the two pondered their next move, the water darkened.
A massive shadow emerged, growing larger and larger until it broke through the surface.
Wilma’s eyes widened in recognition.
“The Black Fish King…” “How could the inner sect assessment replicate such a creature?” Braydon studied the Black Fish King.
Its scales were smooth and dark, radiating an intimidating presence.
The creature’s aura locked onto them, marking them as enemies.
Suddenly, whirlpools formed across the water’s surface.
Tentacles shot out from the whirlpools, reaching for Braydon and Wilma.
Braydon’s mind raced as he evaded the Black Fish King’s attack, formulating a plan to defeat it.
He knew he could unleash his hidden power, but doing so would risk exposing his identity.
The Black Fish King’s sheer size and its command over water made it a formidable opponent.
Fighting it in the water was especially challenging—anyone who tried would face immense difficulty.
Moreover, the creature was cunning.
If the battle turned against it, it would flee and strike from a new position.
Dodging the relentless tentacles, Braydon carefully considered his options.
If they could pass this assessment, they would finally be able to return and report their progress.
Exhaling slowly, Braydon turned to Wilma.
“I’ll handle this.
Stay on the night crow and keep your distance.” “If you get too close, I’m worried it’ll ambush you.” Wilma’s face was etched with concern as she warned him, “Braydon, be careful.” “If things become truly desperate, we’ll face it together—even in our next life.” “There’s no need for such pessimism,” Braydon replied, shaking his head.
“I’ve already thought of a way to deal with it.
If it works, we won’t have to die here.”