Lightning king

Pain!

It felt like being struck on the head with a hammer. The unbearable sensation overwhelmed him, forcing him to lose consciousness once more.

Shortly, his senses returned slowly, his thoughts fragmented and confused.

"Where am I? No, that's not it..."

In the haze of contemplation, another, more pressing question arose in his mind.

"Who am I?"

Yes, that question felt more urgent. He clenched his fists, trying to ground himself in reality.

"I am Jack," he thought, repeating the name to himself for reassurance. But then, confusion struck again.

"Who is Yun Li? And why do I have memories of a life I have never experienced?"

The dissonance of two identities coiling within his mind was suffocating.

He lifted his head, his gaze darting around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. His breath hitched as his eyes widened in horror.

The scene was straight out of a nightmare—a courtyard drenched in blood, dismembered limbs strewn about, and corpses piled carelessly like discarded rags.

He wanted to scream, but his throat tightened as panic seized him. Before he could make sense of it,

A cold shiver ran down his spine, and time seemed to slow. Instinctively, he raised his hand to shield himself, and a sudden crackle of purple energy deflected something mid-air. Two needles clattered to the ground.

Two shadowy figures approached, their voices sharp and urgent. Strangely, he understood their words.

"A mere mortal managed to deflect my attack?" one hissed.

"It must be the heavenly treasure," the other warned.

Their intentions were clear, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through him.

Without looking back, he ran—faster than any human should be capable of. The second figure's eyes widened, disbelief crossing his face as if witnessing something unsual. But he shook off his disbelief.

He turned to his companion, still in a daze of what currently occured.

"What are you waiting for Lin meng? Quickly! Chase him! I'll report to the sect about appearance of a heavenly treasure."

Snapped back to reality, Wu Cheng nodded. "Understood, Senior Brother Lin Rou!"

Without another word, he shot forward in pursuit.

Jack's POV

A chill surged through my body, rising to a near unbearable intensity. I glanced back and locked eyes with my pursuer, who was already preparing another set of needles.

Fear griped to my heart with thoughts of pain

I am about to experience

Suddenly, something welled up from deep within my chest—a surge of energy that crackled and roared to life, purple lightning flickering across my body. Before I could fully grasp it, I felt myself transform, my body accelerating into a blur of pure speed.

I leapt forward, the world around me stretching and blurring. When I dared to glance back again, the cloaked figure had stopped, the pursuit abandoned. He was now just a distant dot, shrinking until he finally disappeared from sight.

??? POV

A figure streaked through the moonlit forest, his clothes torn and stained with blood—none of it his own. Behind him, several cloaked pursuers gave relentless chase.

He cast a quick glance skyward and saw a flicker of purple lightning crackle in the distance, marking where he'd been just moments ago. His jaw tightened, and he clicked his tongue in frustration.

Enraged, he surged forward, his pace unwavering, determined to escape.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him. "This is as far as you go, demon cultivator," the elder growled.

The young man skidded to a halt, his red eyes gleaming dangerously as he drew a black sword. The old figure's eyes narrowed, then he chuckled darkly.

"A mere 4th realm Qi Cultivation dares to challenge a Foundation Establishment cultivator?" the old man sneered. "I'll respect your courage."

The old figure raised his sword unaffected. "Come at me," he said, his voice steady.

The battle erupted with a clash of steel and surging energy. Both figures struck and parried, their skills blazing.The elder's initial confidence waned as the fight dragged on. A hint of astonishment flickered in his eyes, quickly replaced by fear as he began to lose ground.

Relentless trashing of sword gave the old figure no time to think.

Finally, with a roar, the young man delivered a devastating strike, sending the elder hurtling through the air, crashing into the trees, and leaving him barely conscious.

Few drops of blood escape the young man's mouth seeing the the young man didn't hesitate. He turned and continued his run, vanishing into the shadows.

The wounded elder raised a trembling hand to stop his allies from pursuing. His eyes reflected both fear and pain. "No... It's pointless to chase him. He's stronger than me," he muttered, wincing. His gaze fell to the wound, where corruption spread visibly, the flesh darkening. "I need... treatment."

His allies hesitated, then nodded, turning their attention to tending the fallen elder instead.

In the distance, the young man disappeared, the night swallowing him whole.