Lightning king

Kneeling on the floor, Jack gripped his broken shoulder, pain surging through him like a torrent. His vision blurred, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to give in. He was unaccustomed to such pain—his world had been peaceful, far from the brutality he now faced. But amid the agony, a stronger, darker emotion began to rise. It was raw, wild, uncontrollable—anger. A rage that burned like wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

Jack's heart thundered in his chest, a mix of pain and fury pushing him past the brink of reason. His breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the rage surge, threatening to tear him apart if he couldn't unleash it. His mind swirled in chaos, torn between the overwhelming pain and this unrelenting fury that kept him from falling unconscious.

Then, something strange began to happen. A heat, an intense warmth, spread from his abdomen, flowing through his veins, washing over him like a wildfire. His shoulder, once agony personified, seemed to numb, then fade entirely. The pain was vanishing, but it wasn't just the pain—it was like the very limits of his body were being rewritten. His body felt stronger, almost impossibly strong.

Jack's mind was clouded, but the rage... the rage was clear. It boiled up, unrestrained, as if it could consume him. His hands clenched into fists, and a maniacal grin twisted his face. It wasn't the grin of a man in control—no, it was the grin of someone who had crossed a line, someone who had lost all sense of reason.

The warmth spreading through his body wasn't just a sensation anymore; it felt like raw power, like he could break anything in his path. His consciousness wasn't returning—no, it was being twisted into something else, something darker. Jack no longer feared the pain. He no longer feared anything.He felt like he could squash lei han like he did to him.

He stood up shakily, his body still trembling, but the grin on his face never faltered. The shopkeeper had witnessed the entire scene, and now, as Jack moved toward the exit, the man could see something terrifying in his eyes. No longer the lost, pained youth, Jack now looked like something else—something ruthless. His smile was no longer just one of madness; it was the smile of someone who had abandoned any trace of normality, of compassion.

The shopkeeper's stomach churned with dread. He realized that Jack was no fraud young master he assumed him to be. No, Jack was something far more dangerous looking at small crackle appear time to time he was one of those cold-blooded cultivators who would kill without hesitation, without thought. He cursed his luck for having been foolish enough to cross paths with such a being.

Jack, lost in his crazed state, paid no attention to the shopkeeper. He walked straight for the door, his movements fluid, almost predatory. The shopkeeper barely managed to breathe a sigh of relief as Jack disappeared into the street, his heart still racing.

Once the door slammed shut behind Jack, the shopkeeper slumped against the counter, sweat pouring down his face. He looked up at the ceiling, his hands shaking. "I'm alive…" he whispered, voice barely audible. The terror still clung to him. He had witnessed something truly horrifying tonight—something far beyond his understanding.

With a tremulous laugh, he shook his head. "I'm alive"

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Jack's POV

The streets bustled with life, yet Jack wasn't overwhelmed. His senses, now heightened to unnatural levels, absorbed everything around him with startling clarity. He could hear every conversation, catch every whisper, and see every flicker of movement. Even the faintest speck of dust drifting through the air didn't escape his notice.

The noise, the chaos, the crowd—none of it fazed him. His mind worked methodically, breaking down the environment with cold precision. Every voice, every expression, every nervous glance became pieces of a puzzle he assembled effortlessly.

But the one piece he sought remained elusive.

Jack's gaze swept over the bustling crowd once more, his sharp eyes scanning every face. He caught snippets of conversations—merchants haggling, children laughing, travelers whispering—but Lei Han was nowhere to be seen.

A flicker of irritation crossed Jack's face, but it was quickly snuffed out by the steady pulse of rage simmering beneath his skin. He wouldn't stop. He wouldn't rest. The hunt was far from over.

Jack inhaled deeply, focusing on the scents and sounds carried by the wind. His instincts sharpened. If Lei Han was here, he would find him.

Turning toward the edge of the crowd, Jack's eyes narrowed. He couldn't hide forever.