Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 636 - Chapter 636 Chapter 551 Crow Tengu_2

Chapter 636: Chapter 551 Crow Tengu_2 Chapter 636: Chapter 551 Crow Tengu_2 After all, if he were to launch an all-out attack and fail to inflict heavy damage, Roger would become extremely passive, even to the point of possibly having to endure all of Aian San’s subsequent attacks.

But that was for ordinary people.

With the Quinn Sword Seal, Roger evidently had many more opportunities.

If his strike missed, then he would face the opponent’s counterattack, and in the rush, he would receive the full brunt of it; however, with the power of the Sword Seal, Roger could burst forth again even when he should have been severely injured.

Advance to attack, retreat to defend, standing entirely on invincible ground.

It was for this reason that Roger dared to burst forth unreservedly at the very beginning of the exchange!

[Single Stroke Slash]

This was a secret technique from within the Autumn Water swordsmanship, previously used by Higurashi Chika. Although it lacked the enhancement of Spiritual Power now, Roger’s body surged with Pale Blood, exhibiting a strength many times greater than that of Higurashi Chika.

What’s more important was the weapon in his hand.

The bone on the surface of the Sword of Destiny was closely knit together, the blade trembling as it radiated a blood-tinged white light.

Roger’s attack, after being amplified by the Sword of Destiny, instantly more than doubled in strength. This was his first time using this ability, so it was inevitable that it wasn’t quite a perfect fit.

But at this moment, Roger was poised to strike, whereas Aian San hurriedly met the battle.

The outcome was decided instantaneously!

Crack, crack, crack!

The Sword of Destiny, when it collided with the feathers in front of Aian San, actually emitted a sound like metal clashing against metal. The Spiritual Power that Roger was now practicing was still too thin, hardly useful in direct confrontation, especially against an opponent like Aian San.

But after the level of the Demonic Hunter’s training grounds had been raised, it had almost lifted the suppression of the world’s rules. What Roger burst forth with was the purest essence of his bloodline’s power!

Crackle and pop!

The wings composed of Spiritual Power shattered, and Aian San was forced to retreat half a step back, his body twisting bizarrely to barely avoid the vital points.

But then, a sharp pain followed, an arm raised high, Aian San screaming as he was sent flying backward. Roger’s heart leapt with joy; he had not expected this arrogant fellow to fail to summon his Guardian Spirit during that last attack.

Surging forward, seizing this rare opportunity, Roger was confident that in the next exchange he could end the opponent’s life.

Just then, a pitch-black shadow suddenly darted from within Aian San, Roger was unable to catch the opponent’s movement, and alarm bells went off in his mind. He instinctively held his sword across to block.

Boom!

There was no incredibly strong shock force as he had imagined. The force transmitted from the attacking weapon was exceedingly refined and precisely targeted the weakest point of Roger’s defense.

The Sword of Destiny was knocked aside, and Roger’s defense revealed a gap. In the blink of an eye, a sharp sound of slicing air approached.

Shick!

The attack had nearly pierced through the defense of the Quinn Sword Seal!

“Such a powerful Guardian Spirit!” Roger’s face changed dramatically, knowing he had missed the opportunity. He dodged several times to widen the distance and looked up at his opponent.

A tall, slim shadow stood protectively beside Aian San, the figure standing erect like a human with its body clad in a robe that resembled feathers, cloaking its entire body. From where Roger stood, he could only see most of the profile.

“Ah… you actually…”

Aian San roared, a talisman appearing in his left hand which he placed over the wound on his arm. The severed limb, which Roger had cut off, suddenly vanished and then reappeared, now reattached to Aian San’s body.

Although it seemed not to be too serious, for someone as proud as Aian San, what Roger had cut off was not just his arm, but also his pride.

As his rage mounted, the figure beside him began to turn its head.

What Roger first saw was a red face, as crimson as blood, eyes bulging wildly, the expression fierce, something no ordinary human could exhibit, with a beak-like protrusion jutting forward from its mouth area.

It was a bird-headed humanoid monster.

“It’s a Crow Tengu, Aian San’s Guardian Spirit is a Crow Tengu,” the voice of Michihiro Morita rang in Roger’s ear.

“The legacy of Ran’ei Shrine is quite peculiar, not very powerful in its own right, but it is backed by a colossal and terrifying heritage.”

“The Tengu Shrine represents the eight Tengu and their eight heritages, and the one affiliated with the Ran’ei Shrine is the Crow Tengu.”

Smack!

As the figure spoke, the cloak enshrouding it suddenly unfurled, and only then did Roger realize that what covered the other’s body wasn’t clothing at all, but rather a pair of immensely broad wings.

The being resembled a humanoid, with tattered clothes on its body. Aside from the bird head and wings, it looked strikingly similar to a normal human.

And in its hand, it held a longsword, assembled out of feathers.

The blade reflected a metallic sheen.

“Be careful!”

“Although the Crow Tengu may look human, they’re powerful monsters. Their speed is terrifyingly fast, but what’s more fearsome is their high comprehension of swordsmanship.”

“Even basic sword moves performed three times in succession in front of them can easily be fully mastered, especially by samurai. The longer you battle with them, the more dangerous it gets.”

“Additionally, there has always been a rumor that the ultimate guardian spirit of the Tengu Shrine controls the ability to traverse space–not by means of casting spells but through real spatial movement and even using it as a weapon.”

“You have to be careful,” Michihiro Morita warned.

“As one of its branches, the Crow Tengu surely has its own unique aspects.”

Aian San’s guardian spirit was extremely difficult to deal with. It was obviously proficient in close-combat, almost equivalent to a samurai of the same level, and he himself was versed in swordsmanship and wielded many powerful Onmyoji techniques.

This battle was entirely two against one. More importantly, by summoning the guardian spirit and merging with it, Roger still remembered the fight with Uchiyama Mamoru.

The situation now was much tougher than before.

“What a pity,” sighed Roger.

If he’d been a bit more extreme just now, by igniting the Pale Blood directly, he might have had the chance to kill Aian San in one attack.

“You’re dead meat!” Aian San revealed a hideous smile, as he opened his hand and Roger saw a talisman appear in it.

At the same time, the Crow Tengu leapt towards Roger. He could barely sense the fluttering of its wings, yet the speed was incredibly shocking.

With his perception, he could barely manage to catch it.

The guardian spirits of the Sunrise were bizarre and varied, and their ways of harnessing spiritual power were worlds apart. After arriving here and going through several battles, Roger had fully realized the importance of guardian spirits.

Although he had condensed his own guardian spirit, he still hadn’t grasped its abilities. To be fair, in a battle of equals, the cultivators of Sunrise were a cut above the Transcendents of the Western World.

By the time Aian San had crushed the talisman in his hand, spiritual power enveloped Roger, slowing his movements for a moment. He instantly broke free from the control, but at the same time, the attack from the Crow Tengu was upon him.

Roger unleashed an Aden Dharma Seal, aiming primarily at the distant Aian San. A momentary discord between soul and body manifested, reflecting on the guardian spirit and slowing the Crow Tengu’s movements.

Seizing the opportunity, Roger hesitated no longer. He ignited the Pale Blood within him, and as the sword edge hummed, the Sword of Destiny trembled and perfectly aligned with Roger’s own power!

With the burning of the Pale Blood, combined with the threefold burst of the Sword of Destiny, the attack power Roger unleashed at that instant was staggeringly immense.

Aian San had just rid himself of the effects of the Aden Dharma Seal, but in the next second, he felt as if his brain had been stabbed with a red-hot iron rod.

Ah…!

He couldn’t help but scream, with double vision before his eyes, in his blurry sight he saw the Crow Tengu’s head severed, and at the same time, his weapon pierced the man!

“How could this be?” From the start of the battle with Roger, Aian San had been put on the defensive. There was no probing and sparring between the two, just a pure, bloody fight to the death!

Aian San always felt his guardian spirit was elegant. His imagined battles were supposed to be graceful and deadly, never degenerating into a brutish bloodbath.

“This won’t do. I need to get out of here first!” Aian San felt the urgent need to cool down. He controlled the headless Crow Tengu, casting its gaze toward Michihiro Morita.

Meanwhile, outside the cave where everyone was fiercely battling, in the pitch-black night sky, an additional shadow appeared.

Bathed in moonlight, the person’s shadow on the ground oddly took the form of a blurred Three-legged Crow.

“Is this the place?”

Taking a deep breath, “It seems I’ve caught the scent of the Crow Tengu. How utterly revolting.”