Night of the Broken Gliph

Where did they go!? Filled with anxiety, Chan Shue Gun looked around him. Chor Shing Chit hailing from the Chor Clan was beyond his expectations. No wonder he never used the gliphs on his arm chambers or his gliphility! 

But so what? Chan Shue Gun had already broken into the academy, and once the authorities sent people after him, he’d die without doubt. It could be said that he did all this knowing that it would cost him his life. Thus, regardless of who stood in his way, Chan Shue Gun wouldn’t hesitate to kill. 

However, he was taken aback by the surprise attack, and the trio had left on the coach before he regained his senses. 

Despite this, Chan Shue Gun knew that Chui Yim and the rest couldn’t have travelled far yet. Anything could lie, but not energy waves. As an experienced gliphist, the energy wave signifying a breakthrough was evident. The activation of a gliphility provided a beach fo  his energliph gush out without control. 

A loud dragon cry sounded through the skies! 

The wind howled loudly, and clouds gathered like a whirlpool. At That moment, the weather changed drastically. 

“This…” Filled with shock, Chan Shue Gun went in that direction immediately. 

After the last two strokes, Chui Yim fainted. A figure caught Chui Yim just in time and slowly laid him down onto the hay. The vivid-looking claws tattooed on his arms and the impressive dragon head on his chest seemed like they were about to leave his body and soar into the sky. 

It was Chor Shing Chit, and he was staring at the Spiral Dragon Head on his chest with a weird feeling. 

Chui Yim knew about his Spiral Head Dragon gliph, and he hadn’t even broken through the first chamber. Not only so, but a rock was also used for tattooing it on him… What kind of monster was Chui Yim? 

Whoosh! The sound of something moving amongst the wind blew. A figure stood outside the cave. The figure was so skinny and old that he looked like a tree about to be blown away by the strong wind. 

Chor Shing Chit glanced outside and turned to Bak Wun. “Principal, please take care of him.” With that, he walked out of the cave. 

Chan Shue Gun and Chor Shing Chit made eye contact. He saw the dragon head tattooed on Chor Shing Chit’s chest too. His jaws dropped open, unable to hide the surprise on his usual poker face. “Who did this?” 

“Who else?” Knowing what he meant, Chor Shing Chit replied. “Who else could it be?” When Chor Shing Chit said that, his body had already turned into a black shadow. To be exact, a pitch-black shadow that was congealed tightly. 

The shadow turned into a black dragon. He released a punch. 

The last thing Chan Shue Gun saw before his death was a pitch-black dragon head, its colossal mouth… and the punch. In his last breath, Chan Shue Gun's eyes, which were filled with the will to die, was replaced with disbelief. He had asked Chor Shing Chit who tattooed a gliph for him in the wild, and Chor Shing Chit gave a simple reply—who else? 

Who could it be other than that hateful boy Chui Yim! 

The person I’m trying to kill… What kind of monster is he? 

Boom! 

Chan Shue Gun’s head burst open. He wasn’t even able to react. 

Chor Shing Chit looked at the corpse on the ground and shook his head. 

The North, Four Seasons Mountain. 

Four Seasons Heaven, located on the Four Seasons Mountain, was undoubtedly guarded tightly as one of the strongest organisations in the north. Despite its name, the Four Seasons Mountain wasn’t just a simple mountain. 

It was a mountain range that consisted of four peaks, to be exact. They were called the Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter peaks, respectively, with the Summer peak as the central peak. The Summer peak was also where Yeung Ha, sect leader of the Four Season Heaven, resided

Currently, scoldings echoed through the Summer peak. 

“This unfilial son! How dare you address your father by his name! I’ll make sure to give you a good beating today!” A low voice rang across the peak as a muscular middle-aged man was seen chasing after somebody. The moustache dangling from the side of his mouth made him look like a gangster. He was currently holding a feather duster, waving it like he was chasing after a mad dog. 

The person he was chasing was a teenager holding a long rod. “Hah! Dream on! I’ll never call you my father!” The teenager had a special way of utilising his rod. He looked like a pitiful figure unable to protect himself from the man, but he constantly warded off the feather duster. 

“Hmph! You think you can act arrogantly just because you’re a one-chambered glipher?” Hearing the teenager, anger washed over the man as a dreamy light emitted from his arms. The light was bright red. 

“This sneaky old man! How dare you use your energliph against me? Don’t you feel embarrassed?” The teenager screamed as he felt the energliph. Despite being chased to such a state, he could still escape the man’s beating; he was using unorthodox footwork, and steam was released as he sped up. 

“You brat! Where did you learn such special footwork!” This scene threw the man chasing him off guard, but he hid his surprise. “You’re dead once I catch you!”

Waving the feather duster along with his glowing arms at the teenager in front of him, the light on his arms shot out by the man in an arc shape. Illusions were seen when that took place. 

It was hard to believe that so many changes occurred within a single attack.

“Old wrinkly! How dare you use your gliphility!” The teenager in front let out a shriek. 

Despite screaming, the teenager tackled this situation calmly. He drew an arc with his feet and turned back to face the man and his arc of red light. Within no time, a pink coloured light released from his left arms and reached his rod, which was the weapon the teenager was holding. 

Under his waves, the long rod became an illusion, forming a pink semi-circle of light, shielding him. 

This scene made the man blow his top. “Elder brother taught you Sleeping Past Spring’s Dawn!” 

The man expected to restrain the sorry figure in one attack, but he didn’t go all out since it was his son after all. The space and ground would end up shattered and damaged if he did. However, it never passed his mind that his son had already picked up the gliphility Sleeping Past Spring’s Dawn that was passed down all generations of Four Seasons Heaven. 

But it’s not long after he just stepped into the one-chambered state!? 

“Annoying old man!” the teenager let out a high pitched scream as the pink shield and red arc disappeared at the same time. He then stuck his tongue out at the man and sped down the mountain.