Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 457 - Chapter 457 Chapter 457 Oppression from Tamara

Chapter 457: Chapter 457: Oppression from Tamara Chapter 457: Chapter 457: Oppression from Tamara “This Krus is a Third Tier.”

Roger sized up the tall man standing before him, a regular Third Tier, and with his Cursed Sword in hand, he would only need a single swing at most.

Even with the Sword of the Sun, it shouldn’t take more than three rounds.

However, without using the power of the Dharma Seal and relying solely on swordsmanship and physical fitness, defeating a Third Tier enemy would probably require an element of surprise.

Additionally, there was the risk of Tamara discovering his trick.

But almost instantaneously, Roger made his decision.

If this were about the honor of the entire Secret Blood Family, he would definitely lose the duel without any psychological burden.

But it was clear that Tamara intended for Krus to do something after winning, something that would surely humiliate or hurt Goway.

This was something Roger simply could not allow.

He gripped his Twin Blades tightly, his eyes beneath the mask fixated on Krus.

“Snap!”

His figure flickered, appearing almost instantaneously in front of Krus, the two weapons glinting coldly. His movements didn’t seem particularly fast, yet they almost instantly closed off all of Krus’s avenues for evasion.

His speed had at least doubled compared to before!

Krus wiped the nonchalance off his face, and without any visible action, the two daggers appeared in his hands.

Clang Clang!

Krus easily blocked Roger’s attack, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. As Tamara’s disciple, he had to win this battle.

And he had to do so with overwhelming superiority.

He wanted to leave an indelible impression in everyone’s minds.

Powerful yet composed, this was what Tamara had advised him before the battle.

“It seems you’ve hidden a lot of your strength, but that’s nothing…”

“Ah…”

The calm on Krus’s face suddenly changed, as the force transmitting through the Twin Blades nearly made his weapons fly out of his grasp. He barely managed to block Roger’s attack, but his wrist was crushed out of shape.

He engaged his core to barely maintain his balance, a sentence choked in his throat. Before he could recover, Roger closed in with a knee strike to his abdomen!

“Bang!”

Krus’s eyes bulged, nearly popping out of their sockets, veins on his forehead throbbing, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

He let out a short scream, but quickly remembering his environment, he forcibly swallowed the rest of his cry.

Roger’s attack was deliberately angled; if he had dropped his knee a few inches lower, Krus would probably have been permanently excluded from certain activities.

Krus had paid the price for his carelessness.

He was a Third Tier Transcendent, but his main strength lay in his Druid spells. How could he compare to a Demon Hunter who regularly fought monsters in close quarters?

With sheer physical strength, Roger was almost equal to a fully exerted Krus. Without maintaining proper vigilance, he had taken a superior stance.

And Roger easily caught him off guard.

Krus felt as if his guts were about to break. Mumbling to himself, before he could cast a Spell, the same spot was struck again.

“Did you think I’d just watch you cast a Spell?”

“You’re also a Third…” Krus managed to squeeze out the words, no longer caring about his image, his Energy fully bursting forth.

A shield glinting with green light appeared between him and Roger. His body rapidly retreated backwards, the handles of the two daggers came together with a click, and twin weapons were linked as green lines flashed across the blades.

Roger’s body lunged forward, his left hand slashing with the Cross Sword, but the weapon in his hand was just ordinary iron and had already been damaged in the collision moments before.

As it struck against Krus’ conjured protective shield, a soft clink followed, and the Steel Sword snapped from the middle.

A glint of sharpness flashed in Roger’s eyes; he did not continue attacking with the weapon in his right hand. Instead, as his body kept surging forward, he drew his left fist back to his waist.

In his mind, the Array shone with an obscure light, reflecting the intensity of the Dharma Seal Roger controlled.

[Alder]

A booming sound filled the air, and Krus’ defense shattered at the sound. At that moment, he had yet to escape Roger’s attack range.

The dagger in his hand linked together, spinning rapidly while a green energy rose up, clearly preparing some powerful Spell.

But Roger didn’t want to give Krus any chance. The longer the time dragged on, the more he would expose, and now, taking advantage of Krus’ carelessness to widen his victory seemed even more sensible.

His footsteps were neither as nimble as a cat’s nor as eerie as a snake’s. Having mastered and integrated three Secret Techniques, Roger could be considered a true Swordsmanship master.

In a flash, when Roger charged next to Krus again, the silver sword in his hand had already glided past his neck.

At the last moment, he sighed softly.

Sssh!

A speck of blood suddenly appeared; Krus held his neck as blood gushed from between his fingers. He tried to speak, but a cold voice came from the stage.

“Down you go!”

It was Tamara.

No one had expected Tamara’s disciple, who had come so aggressively, to be defeated so swiftly.

The time he had engaged with Roger could only be counted in seconds, and in terms of excitement, it couldn’t compare to the previous matches. Many of the weaker spectators hadn’t even grasped what had happened before they saw the fight in the arena had ended.

At the last moment, Roger had pulled back his strength, not severing Krus’ head. He sheathed his sword in front of his chest, the Cross Sword covered in tiny cracks. With a slight shake, the Longsword disintegrated into fragments at his feet.

Tamara’s gaze swept over the faces of those around her, her face unable to hide her rage; everyone she locked eyes with revealed a hint of confusion, but this expression only deepened the thoughts in her heart.

In her view, this so-called Geralt must have been pre-arranged by these fools. In the three major forces, Transcendents of Third Tier and above were not uncommon, but they weren’t as ubiquitous as cabbages either.

“Very well!”

Tamara’s chest heaved violently, but after much deliberation, she managed to suppress the rage in her heart, “It was a splendid fight.”

“It showed me the strength and foundation of the Secret Blood Family.”

“Soon I’ll be stationed in Eld, and we will have plenty of time to interact.”

Tamara turned around, her animal skin skirt swirling up a whirlwind, while Roger stood in the arena, suddenly feeling a strange force assail him.

But before he could react, a snapping sound came from his face.

“Crack!”

The wooden mask split at the sound. Roger was about to raise his hand, but Tamara, who had already turned around, suddenly pivoted back, a formidable oppressive force hitting him head-on.

In that instant, he felt as though even his blood had solidified.

This was the first time he was facing the pressure of a Transcendent of Fourth Tier or higher on his own.

“Thud, thud!”

Roger could only hear his own heartbeat. Although it was just a moment of stiffness, he knew Tamara had achieved her objective.

She had already seen the face under Roger’s mask.

Her pupils narrowed slightly, and her face showed surprise.