The Golden Serpent appeared once more, coiling around the Viper's Berry, flicking its blood-red tongue at Alavin.
After watching it for a moment, Alavin summoned two throwing knives and flung them at the Golden Serpent. The knives cut through the air with a fierce force, whistling as they spun.
The Golden Serpent opened its mouth and shot out two beams of golden light, intercepting the knives with precise accuracy. With a clang, the golden light shattered the blades into countless tiny fragments that rained down from the sky.
"Hiss!"
The Golden Serpent's body shimmered with golden hue, continuing to flick its tongue at Alavin, seemingly irate at the challenge.
Alavin squinted his eyes in silence, then flung another dagger with all his might. It shot straight and fast as lightning.
The Golden Serpent hissed and spat out a blinding golden light, intercepting the dagger midair, and shattering it once again. However, this time, the dagger had clearly pushed through the golden light a short distance before being destroyed.
Alavin calculated in his mind that he was no match for the Golden Serpent now. He would return another day. He retreated back into the dense forest and made his way along the rugged path back to his storeroom.
First, he tended to the solitary grave in the courtyard, cleared away the weeds and fallen leaves, and watered the magnolia blossoms. Then he hid in the hills behind, beginning his earnest study of the Indigo Viper technique.
Alavin was highly intuitive; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to discern the first three stages of the Goliath Force on his own. The Indigo Viper was complex, but not beyond him.
As night fell, Alavin was deeply absorbed in his studies, when a sudden commotion arose from the direction of the storeroom.
Tyral burst into the storeroom, furiously shouting Alavin's name, "Come out! Alavin, come out!" He raged, thrashing the contents of the storeroom like a mad dog, creating a cacophony of noise.
"Alavin! Come out, or I'll set your storeroom ablaze! Come out! Come out now!"
Tyral's hands blazed with flames as he shouted hoarsely. His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression fierce.
"What do you want?" Alavin pushed open the iron door, frowning at the disarray in the courtyard.
"Alavin! Where's my sister?" Tyral shouted at him.
"Dead."
"How? Was it you!" Tyral's emotions spiraled out of control as he shouted recklessly.
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