Villain: Destiny Transfer System



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"That jerk is hiding in the warehouse!"

A group of five weathered elders swiftly responded to the urgent information they received. Word had spread that the fourth elder had called for reinforcements, prompting them to converge on the warehouse. As they entered the dimly lit space, wisps of purple mist curled and swirled, lending an eerie atmosphere to the scene. Amidst the haze, one of the elders spoke up with a mix of determination and exasperation, "So, there you are..."

Liang Wei, momentarily pausing his attack on the fourth elder, turned his gaze towards the voice's source. It was none other than the seventh elder, the very same one he had injured and narrowly escaped from before ensuring Wang Chen and Su Ling's safety.

A smug smirk crept across Liang Wei's face as he observed the seventh elder clenching his teeth, brimming with anger at Liang Wei's taunting words. "Well, well! Have those old bones of yours healed already?" he sneered, reveling in the elder's visible frustration.

The seventh elder shot back with a fiery retort, his voice dripping with determination, "You got lucky last time because I let my guard down. But mark my words, this time you won't be so fortunate. I'll make sure your head rolls!" Casting a meaningful glance at his companions, he silently signaled them to join the fray, to give Liang Wei no quarter.

Meanwhile the fourth elder heaved a sigh of relief as the reinforcements arrived just in the nick of time. His life had been hanging by a thread, with Liang Wei's relentless assault pushing him to the brink of defeat. Stepping back from the fray, he watched as the five elders closed in on Liang Wei, forming a tight circle around him.

Earlier, Liang Wei's battle against the four elders only two of them had managed to survive the fierce encounter. They bore the marks of their struggle, visibly injured and fatigued. But now the fourth elder had believed that Liang Wei's demise was imminent. After all, how long could he possibly hold his ground against the combined might of five seasoned elders after fighting against the four elders?

Little did the fourth elder know, his assumptions were far from the truth. Unbeknownst to him, Liang Wei had not only absorbed their life essence, but had also harnessed its power to replenish his own strength. Rather than succumbing to exhaustion, Liang Wei stood at the peak of his abilities, Fearless and resolute. He could have run away before the reinforcement arrived but he stayed to carry out his plan and to deal with the situation as soon as possible.

The battle erupted with a resounding clash as the seventh Elder, seething with rage, launched a relentless assault on Liang Wei. The air crackled with anticipation as the remaining four elders, fueled by a shared determination, joined the fray, their combined attacks aimed at overpowering their elusive adversary.

Liang Wei, agile and swift, moved with an otherworldly grace, evading the onslaught of strikes directed towards him. Each movement was executed with precise timing, his body weaving seamlessly through the chaos of combat. His senses heightened, he anticipated every attack, his instincts honed through countless battles.

Amidst the flurry of blows and counterattacks, the seventh Elder grew increasingly frustrated by Liang Wei's elusive nature. He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, "Are you nothing more than a mouse, scurrying and dodging? Cowardice runs through your veins, Liang Wei. If you possess an ounce of courage, face our assaults head-on!"

Liang Wei, his voice laced with determination, retorted while expertly sidestepping another incoming strike, "And yet, it is you who resorts to ganging up on me, unable to face me alone."

Liang Wei's movements were a mesmerizing dance, his body an extension of his indomitable will. Each dodge, parry, and counterstrike showcased his mastery of martial arts and his profound understanding of the flow of combat.

Meanwhile, the other four elders, undeterred by Liang Wei's nimble maneuvers, pressed forward with unwavering resolve. Their attacks came from all directions, a relentless barrage that sought to overwhelm their foe. Blades whirled, elemental forces surged, and the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble under the strain of their clash.

Meanwhile, the other four elders, undeterred by Liang Wei's nimble maneuvers, pressed forward with unwavering resolve. Their attacks came from all directions, a relentless barrage that sought to overwhelm their foe. Blades whirled, elemental forces surged, and the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble under the strain of their clash.

Minutes turned into hours as the intense battle reached a stalemate. Neither side could claim victory, their skills and powers evenly matched. Fatigue began to take its toll on both the elders and Liang Wei, yet none showed signs of surrender. 

Amidst the chaos, Liang Wei's mind worked swiftly, his cunning strategy taking shape. With each dodge and feint, he inched closer to his ultimate goal - escape. Unbeknownst to his adversaries, Liang Wei had anticipated this outcome and had prepared a hidden trump card. From the start he knew he couldn't win against those combined forces of five elders but persisted this much because it was the easiest way for his plan to work.

As the clash continued, Liang Wei seized a moment of opportunity. Swift as a shadow, he swiftly retrieved a small dagger from his robes, its hilt adorned with an intricate purple gemstone. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger unleashed a billowing cloud of purple miasma, enveloping the battlefield in a shroud of mystic haze.

Caught off guard by the sudden obscuration, the elders momentarily faltered, their attacks losing focus. It was in this fleeting moment that Liang Wei seized his chance. Moving like a phantom, he slipped through the cracks of the battle, unseen and unheard. As the haze cleared, the elders realized their quarry had eluded them, disappearing into the depths of the shadows.

"Huh? Are you going to fight with that rusty dagger now since you don't have a better weapon!" The First Elder jeered, his voice dripping with disdain. His eyes gleamed with mockery as he looked at Liang Wei's humble weapon. To him, it seemed like the rusty dagger would shatter upon the first clash with a normal sword.

Liang Wei met the First Elder's mocking gaze with unwavering determination. He tightened his grip on the hilt of the dagger and replied, his voice laced with quiet confidence, "We'll see if you're still able to talk after this."

With a surge of energy, Liang Wei launched into action. The rusty dagger became an extension of his arm as he unleashed a series of swift and precise strikes. Each movement was infused with a specialized technique, honed through years of training. The Su Family elders were taken aback by Liang Wei's proficiency and the potency of his attacks.

As Liang Wei's dagger clashed with their weapons, a strange sensation washed over the elders. It felt as if something was being drained from them, an invisible force devouring their vitality with every deflection. Their once vibrant energy waned, replaced by a growing sense of weakness and dread.

Realization dawned upon the Fourth Elder, his eyes widening with alarm. He swiftly conveyed a message to the other three elders, warning them of the danger. However, it was too late. The insidious effects of Liang Wei's dagger had already taken their toll. More than half of their life essence had been consumed, leaving them vulnerable and desperate for a solution.

With a cunning plan in mind, the Fourth Elder subtly signaled to his comrades. He knew they needed to buy time, to distract Liang Wei long enough for him to send a message requesting reinforcements. The other three elders understood the unspoken command and shifted their tactics accordingly.

The battle continued, the Su Family elders engaging Liang Wei with renewed determination. Their strikes became more calculated, aimed at buying precious seconds rather than inflicting damage. They parried and dodged, skillfully evading Liang Wei's lethal attacks while trying to stall for the Fourth Elder's signal.

Meanwhile, the Fourth Elder swiftly formulated his plan. He tapped into his internal energy, focusing his thoughts on reaching out to their allies for assistance. Using a secret technique, he sent a telepathic message, detailing their dire situation and requesting immediate aid.

Liang Wei, despite his fierce onslaught, sensed a change in his opponents' approach. Their defenses grew stronger, their movements synchronized. He realized they were trying to delay him, to keep him occupied until their reinforcements arrived.

However, Liang Wei was undeterred. The power of the dagger fueled his determination, and he pressed on with relentless resolve. His strikes were unyielding, his movements a lethal dance of precision and agility. He knew that he had to incapacitate the elders before help could arrive.

The warehouse reverberated with the clash of weapons, the sound of strained breaths, and the occasional grunts of exertion. The battle reached a crescendo, each side giving their all in a desperate bid for victory.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity as Liang Wei fought against the remaining strength of the Su Family elders. The weight of exhaustion settled upon them all, yet none were willing to yield. They fought on, their hearts filled with a mixture of determination and dread.

Outside the warehouse, the Fourth Elder's telepathic message had reached its intended recipients. Assistance was on its way, a glimmer of hope for the embattled elders. The Fourth Elder silently prayed for their arrival, knowing that their combined strength might be the only chance they had against Liang Wei

's relentless onslaught.