Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 637 - Chapter 637 Chapter 552 Can You Say That Again

Chapter 637: Chapter 552: Can You Say That Again? Chapter 637: Chapter 552: Can You Say That Again? Aian San was not clear that Roger’s sudden outburst had nearly exhausted all his trump cards, and a hint of doubt even rose in his heart.

Perhaps the attack before his eyes was just a casual move by this man, and if that were the case, then the opponent’s strength would exceed his imagination.

With countless thoughts flashing through his mind, and his gaze sweeping over Michihiro Morita in the distance, the confident Aian San suffered another setback. He suddenly felt that ensuring the completion of Ran’ei Divine Master’s mission was of utmost importance.

Whoosh!

Having its head cut off by Roger did not affect the Crow Tengu’s power. Its wings quivered, and it appeared beside Michihiro Morita like a wisp of blue smoke.

Although the Flame Tiger was not known for its combat strength, it could not be defeated by just any attack. Morita unleashed his spiritual power, but his follow-up attack completely missed the mark.

He had hit only the afterimage of the Crow Tengu, whose true form had already vanished, reappearing beside Yukiko.

The pressure from the Fourth Tier Guardian Spirit left Yukiko at a loss, but just then, Higurashi Senka, standing by her side, somehow resisted the suppression of powers and launched her sword.

Crack, crack!

The Crow Tengu extended its hand, and the weapon imbued with a portion of Higurashi Senka’s spiritual power fell easily into its grasp.

The sound of breaking came next, as the weapon in Higurashi Senka’s hands cracked inch by inch, then shattered into pieces of scrap metal on the ground.

Meanwhile, the gravely injured Higurashi Senka could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but this momentary delay bought Roger some time.

When the Crow Tengu reached out its palm toward Yukiko again, Roger had already moved to shield the girl.

“Your opponent is me.”

This thing was too fast. If it weren’t for Roger’s use of the Aden Dharma Seal just now, which indirectly slowed the Crow Tengu down, he might not have been able to seize the opportunity to cut off its head.

Unfortunately, even with its head chopped off by Roger, the Crow Tengu seemed barely affected. It was fast and attacked fiercely.

The weird connection between a Fourth Tier Onmyoji and his Guardian Spirit was really annoying. If Roger turned now to attack Aian San, the final damage would also transfer to the Crow Tengu.

If the fight dragged on, Roger would undoubtedly lose.

Aian San’s strength was much greater than Uchiyama Mamoru’s, not something Roger could challenge head-on with brute force and sever the connection to destroy outright.

Roger also felt that even with the help of Hunter’s Cabin, leveling the pressure of the rules between the Eastern and Western Worlds…

The Bloodline Power of the Western World still had its limitations when dealing with the versatile Spiritual Power.

However, at this moment, Roger did not realize that the abilities of Hunter’s Cabin were not directly reflected in combat strength, and sometimes inconspicuous things could lead to crucial changes.

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of metal clashes rang out in rapid succession. Although he couldn’t move as quickly as the Crow Tengu, with his mastery of swordsmanship and transcendent perception, Roger’s attack speed in close combat could match the Crow Tengu blow for blow.

“I’m here to help you!”

At this time, Michihiro Morita joined the fray. The Flame Tiger roared and pounced toward Aian San in the distance, but a hint of disdain crossed Aian San’s face.

“Old man, do you even deserve to be called a Fourth Tier as an Onmyoji like you?”

Aian San sneered.

As a Fourth Tier Onmyoji, he was not only strong because of his powerful Guardian Spirit, but was also proficient in various spells.

In the face of the whistling Flame Tiger, Aian San formed a Seal Gesture with one hand. Biting the tip of his tongue, he spat out blood. At the same time, feathers on the Crow Tengu rustled ominously.

“Black Feather Burst!”

In an instant, black Spiritual Power surged from him, enveloping the onrushing Flame Tiger.

In a flash, countless feather-like blades burst from within the Spiritual Power. There was no blood, but flames splattered from the Flame Tiger’s body, nearly flayed by a thousand cuts!

With the Guardian Spirit gravely injured, Michihiro Morita let out a muffled grunt, his face turned deathly pale, and his body wobbled.

In quick succession, he clenched his teeth, and the Flame Tiger, wrapped in countless feathers, suddenly transformed into flames that dissipated in mid-air. Then, the flames reconverged, bypassing the feathers’ assault and appearing right beside Aian San.

“You think I couldn’t foresee this?”

Aian San looked on with contempt.

“You’ve succeeded in angering me. The teacher only needs you to answer a few questions. Since that’s the case, I’ll just bring back a living head!”

Having said that, his face changed, and the Spiritual Power swept out like a tide.

“You’re asking for it!”

“Tsk tsk!”

Just at this critical moment, a strange voice echoed in the cave.

“What arrogance.”

A shadow appeared in front of Michihiro Morita. He opened his left hand, and his palm seemed to emanate a black hole, instantly swallowing all the Spiritual Power Aian San had swept over.

“Ran’ei Divine Master only needs a head that can speak, but for us, a Forge Master with all limbs intact is important.”

It was a tall, slender young man with half a mask on his face, revealing only a pale jaw; he was shrouded in darkness, and beyond that, only a pair of white pupils could be seen beneath the mask.

Cold and numb.

It reminded Roger of a white marble statue.

“Mr. Michihiro Morita is our guest. Please inform the Ran’ei Divine Master that we will take care of our own guests. He need not bother himself.”

“Is it you?”

Seeing the crow mask on the other’s face, Aian San’s expression changed slightly. He instinctively stopped his attack, and at that moment, Roger seized the opportunity, instantly striking several blows with his sword.