Dark Magus Returns - Chapter 1169

Chapter 1169: A Fight Of Anger
“Am I not understanding something here?” Mada asked, as he looked at the three that were around. “It seems that I’m missing some context here or something.”

“He’s dead,” Liam finally blurted out. It felt strange it was the first time he had said those words, and it was the first time Safa had heard them as well. “We went up against a Deleter, they had targeted us…and because of him, all of us got to live.”

There was a pause between them, the Elders continued to move on, along with Rayna and Fing, to set things up, While Dame had stayed behind.

The kids, they needed someone right now. They were young, and he wasn’t sure adults who had lived a long life would know how to deal with the current situation.

“And that’s your excuse?” Ricktor finally said tilting his head to the side. “That you met up with the Deleter? Weren’t we all facing the same thing. You two are still alive, and he died…”

“Excuse?” Liam shouted, as he rushed forward and grabbed onto Ricktor’s shirt. “What do you mean excuse, you know nothing about what happened, you weren’t there!”

“What I know is, that he’s dead, and both of you are still here!” Ricktor replied back shouting back.

The frustration in Liam, he couldn’t take it anymore as he made a fist, and went to strike Ricktor on the head.

Ricktor was quick though blocking the hit, and kicking Liam right in the stomach.

Liam slid across the ground, and when he stopped immediately he pulled out his weapons, and ran forward.

“ARGHHH! You stupid idiot, what are you doing saying stuff like that!” Liam shouted as he swung his sword.

Ricktor responded as he struck back with his own Qi.

“Did you really do everything you can?” Ricktor said as he hit the sword to the side. “Are you sure you didn’t let him die on purpose, just so you could get with that woman there!”

The sword clashes were strong and powerful. In each attack it didn’t appear as if they were holding back.

Flames were even starting to somewhat erupt from Ricktor’s glove as he continued to fight.

“For some woman!” Liam shouted as he continued to fight back ignoring the heat. “All of us, the three of us were friends. I wouldn’t do anything like that.

“You understand nothing!” Liam shouted as he started to duplicate his weapons and hurl them all toward Ricktor, who flung them away with his sword causing them to stab into the ground.

“He wasn’t just my friend, he was my best friend!” Liam shouted as tears continued to stream down his face.

Although Liam and Simyon seemed to not get on, it was the opposite. The only time Liam felt like he could talk, felt like he could be himself was when he was around the three of them.

Although he did have a liking for Safa, in the back of his mind he had already decided. He knew that Simyon loved her, and although both of their loves might have been the same, he didn’t want that to get in the way.

He would continue to make the odd comment here and there, but more than anything, Liam wanted to continue to travel. To experience new things as a trio, with all three of them.

So he wouldn’t get in the way of the two of them, and now it had come to this.

All of the built up frustrations were annoying Liam as he continued to fight out of frustration.

At the same time, Mada was watching Ricktor, wondering what had gotten him so angry.

He knew from following him for a while he had taken a liking to Simyon, and it was hard at times to know if it was a joke or not.

However now that he thought back to it. Ricktor had always checked in to see if Simyon was okay.

He helped him with his training at times as well, and even asked about him frequently even when the two of them talked.

It was clear that it was something beyond obsession, and this reaction to it all, had further just confirmed his suspicions.

“Both of them have a lot of feelings to hash out, I think it’s good that they get it off their chest,” Mada commented.

What he was also surprised about, was just how much their strength had grown. When did the lower headband group students catch up to the clan head disciples.

It made Mada think that they too had to continue to train hard. Maybe if they did, the Demonic Clan, wouldn’t have lost so much.

The big fighting had caused some commotion, as Demonic Clan members were wondering over to see what was up.

If it was another enemy or something else. When they saw Dame watching closely they knew that they didn’t have much to worry about.

And some had recognized both of them in aiding them with the fight against the golems. They had figured it was just an argument especially by the words spoken.

“You Fool!” Ricktor shouted. “You should have fought till your last breath. You should have fought with everything you had!”

“I did!” Liam shouted. “We did…I wish I could have done something, I wish…”

“No you didn’t!” Ricktor replied as he swung his sword through the air, and a large ripple of flames had hit Liam, sweeping him off his feet and causing him to land on his back.

When Liam went to get up, he could see Ricktor’s sword pointed right at his throat, it was there just as a threat and he didn’t go any further.

“If you really did fight with everything you had, you wouldn’t have even had the energy to fight me…but it looks like to me. You have plenty of energy.”

Right after hearing those words, Liam had broken down, as he let go dropping his swords onto the floor, tears following down his face, and he sobbed. The sound of his cries could be heard and it had caught the attention of one person in particular.

“What is happening here?” Raze asked.

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