Chapter 134: Relentless pursue

Wasting no time, Oasis moved inside the building.

He boiled more vegetables, quickly eating to regain some energy, and then he sat down to study the Heavenly Slicing Technique.

As he read through the manual, the intricacies of the technique began to unfold before him.

This was not just a technique, nor was it bound to a single element.

It was a method of manifesting mana into razor-sharp strings that extended from the fingertips, capable of slicing through anything when mastered.

The technique was versatile, adapting to the elemental affinity of the user—whether fire, water, wind, or any other element, it would mold itself accordingly.

The more Oasis read, the more he understood the profound potential of the technique.

His mind began to form a poem, capturing the essence of what he was learning:

Strings of mana, born from thought, Fingers weave what steel cannot.

Elemental threads, sharp as a blade, In silence, they dance, in shadows, they wade.

Fire's sear or water's grace, Wind's swift cut, or earth's embrace. Manifestation, not of steel or stone, But of will, pure, and power alone.

Slicing through the air with ease, In my hand, the elements seize. A weapon forged from mind and might, Invisible threads in the dark of night.

Mastery not just in strength or speed, But in the heart, where the elements feed.

"This technique is awesome," Oasis thought outloud, excitement building within him.

"I think I understand most of it. I'll start practicing it right away."

With a newfound sense of purpose, Oasis prepared to begin his training, ready to master the 'Heavenly Slicing Technique' and take another step towards being powerful.

Meanwhile, outside the Celestial Garden Sphere

Rurik prowled the terrain like a predator on the hunt.

The full moon cast long shadows over the landscape as he scouted the area, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of Oasis.

His search had led him up and down the stream, even back to the site of their battle, but every trace of his quarry had vanished.

"Dammit, it's already been a whole day since that brat vanished," Rurik muttered, frustration gnawing at him. It was already night, and his patience was wearing thin.

Rurik drew Oasis's sword, Kaze no Kagutsuchi, from his storage bracelet.

The scimitar gleamed under the moonlight, its high-grade craftsmanship unmistakable.

As he inspected the blade, it seemed to come alive, glowing softly in the night.

"This sword is a high-grade artifact," Rurik thought, admiring the weapon.

A smirk formed on his lips.

"This blade will make me a fortune in the black market."

But it wasn't just the sword that excited him.

"Oasis of Lunaris, huh? " He felt a thrill of anticipation as he considered what more he could take from the young man.

"I swear you have more treasures in that storage bracelet of yours."

Standing on a cliff, Rurik scanned the area below, his eyes sharp and predatory.

"They are all soon going to be mine," he thought with grim determination.

Failing his first assassination mission had infuriated Rurik. Oasis's escape wasn't just a failure—it was a blow to his pride.

He had the chance to kill Oasis but had chosen to toy with him, a mistake that now haunted him.

His boss, the Vulture, wouldn't tolerate failure, and Rurik knew he had no choice but to wait for any sign of Oasis.

This time, he wouldn't hesitate. He would finish the job swiftly and without mercy.

Meanwhile, in Belvan Town, in the City Lord's Mansion…

In a richly appointed office within the City Lord's mansion, a man in armor knelt before the city lord, delivering his report.

The room was filled with the scent of parchment and ink, the dim light from a single lantern casting flickering shadows on the walls.

"My lord, we didn't find the boy. Lora said he left in the morning, and she doesn't know where he went to," the armored man reported, his voice steady but tinged with concern.

The city lord, seated behind a large wooden desk cluttered with paperwork, paused in his work.

He looked up, his face a mask of concentration.

"It's alright," he said after a moment.

"Continue the search tomorrow. We cannot let our benefactor disappear without repaying him."

"Yes, my lord," the man replied, bowing before taking his leave, the heavy door closing behind him with a thud.

Left alone in the room, the city lord leaned back in his chair, his thoughts heavy.

"I have been too busy focusing on the prosperity of the city and neglected other responsibilities," he thought, a pang of guilt striking him.

He rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of his position.

"Dammit, being a city lord is not easy, but I have to thank that person for saving my son," he murmured with determination.

His mind drifted to Mistvalley, a place that had always seemed shrouded in mystery and suspicion.

"So as I thought, Mistvalley must not be trusted. I don't know what is going on there, but we need to get to the bottom of it," he resolved.

His thoughts turned darker as he recalled recent events.

"I had to use my son as bait under the pretense of a marriage alliance, but he almost died." The memory of his son's close brush with death stirred a cold rage within him.

"Also, my intuition tells me I must not fully trust the Black Boar Mercenaries either."

The city lord of Belvan is a man of deep responsibility and keen insight.

Though burdened by the weight of his duties, he is protective of his city and his family, willing to make difficult decisions for the greater good.

His pragmatism and strategic thinking are tempered by a sense of morality, as he grapples with the complexities of power, trust, and the need to protect those who depend on him.

However, his actions also reveal a man willing to tread into morally gray areas to secure the safety of his city and loved ones, showcasing his ruthlessness when necessary.