Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 638 - Chapter 638 Chapter 552 Can You Say That Again_2

Chapter 638: Chapter 552: Can You Say That Again?_2 Chapter 638: Chapter 552: Can You Say That Again?_2 [Wild Wind]

The sharp sound of the wind, the Crow Tengu whose defensive lapse had been exposed, was shattered by Roger’s blade, causing Aian San to involuntarily spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

At this time, the gazes of both parties fell upon Roger.

Different was the hatred spilling from Aian San’s eyes, whereas the stranger’s look held curiosity and scrutiny.

“Three-legged Crow, you come from the Yatagarasu Clan!”

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Aian San spoke with a grave expression, his arm that Roger had severed was reconnecting after a brief period of recovery.

Yet at this moment, Aian San put aside all his pride; all his attention was focused on the face of the young man wearing the crow mask.

“I am Kensumi.”

Aian San’s pupils contracted slightly, “Yatagarasu Sword Master…”

“Is my father.”

The young man answered nonchalantly.

Aian San said nothing, but the expression on his face gradually solidified.

Identity, strength, background–none of these did he possess on par with the young man before him. His so-called pride was pointless before a superior opponent.

Then he realized something else.

“Those outside…”

“Dead.”

The young man spoke with indifference, followed by a slight smile, “If you don’t want to die, you’d better leave now.”

Aian San clenched his fist; similar words had just been uttered by him to others not long ago.

By this time, Roger had already reached Michihiro Morita’s side, giving him a look, but Michihiro Morita lacked the vigor he had shown earlier, his demeanor dazed, his gaze unfocused.

Roger was about to speak but felt a tight grip on his sleeve. Michihiro Morita suddenly turned around, shook his head with a serious face, and then a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz arose beside his ear.

“There’s no chance, Yatagarasu Kensumi, he’s a genius in the world of swordsmanship, don’t make a move, this guy is terrifyingly strong!”

“If you’ve only used half your combat strength just now, then you might try to flee alone, if it was a third, perhaps you could try to take one or two of them with you.”

“As for the others…”

“Forget it.”

Hearing Michihiro Morita’s words, Roger couldn’t help but cast his gaze on the face of the slim young man.

The mask on his face concealed all expressions, his eyes were cold, showing no emotion, the only thing discernible was the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth.

Half?

One-third?

Roger’s heart tightened; after coming to the Everworld, where power ceilings were higher, he had faced consecutive challenges, and the strength that would have been dominant in the real world was merely…

But Roger did not give up just like that; he harnessed the Shadow’s Power, and slowly, subtly, the shadows in the cave began to change.

With the Shadow’s Touch, Roger stood nearly invincible. Now he had to consider whether to reveal his trump card straight away.

He couldn’t see through Kensumi’s true strength and couldn’t guess the outcome after invoking the Elder of Shadows.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind; Roger held back his impulse, deciding to wait and observe for the time being.

Meanwhile, in the field, after a brief silence, Kensumi carelessly lifted his head and glanced at Aian San opposite him.

“You’re not leaving?”

His gaze turned somewhat colder.

“Or do you think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?”

Kensumi let out a cold laugh.

“After all, you are a disciple of the Ran’ei Divine Master. It wouldn’t be much of a bother to me if someone so casual were killed, but I really don’t want to be lectured over such a trivial matter.”

“Father is getting old, and as his son, I should spare him the worry.”

Aian San’s face turned red; he was a man who valued his face dearly. Thanks to his talent and the favor of the Ran’ei Divine Master, he was rising within the Shrine.

But now, being humiliated to his face, for Aian San this was almost worse than death.

Crack!

Aian San clenched his fist, his teeth gritted, and his breathing became heavy.

“Heh heh.”

Seeing this, Kensumi said nothing, but a cryptic smile appeared on his mouth, like an audience anticipating the unfolding of a play.

His manner seemed to urge, to accelerate Aian San’s outburst.

“I will take your words back!”

Aian San looked down and spoke word by word.

After he finished, his body slowly retreated toward the cave entrance, one foot stepped outside, and the moonlight cast his silhouette in dark contrast.

Without looking, Roger could imagine Aian San’s expression at that moment.

He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping across Kensumi and Roger.

“I will remember everything today, one day…”

“Get lost already!” Kensumi rudely interrupted Aian San, “I’ve heard too many similar words from my birth to now.”

“Unfortunately, none of those who’ve said such things have had the chance to stand before me again.”

“Don’t overthink it, just go back and report to the Ran’ei Divine Master accurately, you’d better forget everything about today.”

Kensumi chuckled, and seeing this, Roger felt as if the mask on the young man’s face became somewhat more playful at that moment.

“Forget me, forget everything about today, this will be good for you.”

Kensumi said seriously.

But what he didn’t know was that his earnest expression had instead pricked Aian San’s pride.

Without speaking again, Aian San worried that he would lose control over the anger in his heart the next second.

Struggling to suppress his fury, Aian San took one last proud look at everyone before he left.

However, he didn’t dare to look at Kensumi again, but instead cast his gaze onto Roger.

“Wait for me, I will return.”

After dropping a harsh sentence and barely managing to save a bit of face, Aian San turned and left.

It was then that he heard a faint sigh from behind him.

“Such a pity, just walking away like that.”

Kensumi said nonchalantly.

“I was hoping to find an excuse, alas…”

“Some things, I hope you convey to the Ran’ei Divine Master after you go back.” Kensumi’s voice grew serious.

“My father said, do not overstep, the matters of the Sword Pavilion will be resolved by the Sword Pavilion, the people of the Shrine should just take care of yourselves.”

Hearing this, Aian San couldn’t help but quicken his steps, immensely relieved that he had not acted rashly out of anger.

Otherwise, by now he would have been a cold corpse.

As for the members of the Shrine hidden around, he didn’t bother to search for them; with a pair of wings made of Spiritual Power behind him, Aian San soared into the sky.

The cave returned to quietness and it was then that Kensumi turned to look towards Michihiro Morita and the others.

“Having come out for a walk for so long, isn’t it time to go back?”

Kensumi spoke in a gentle tone, even a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

While speaking, he turned his gaze to Yukiko, “Did you leave the Sword Pavilion just to see her?”

“Such a simple matter, we could have brought Miss Yukiko to you with just a command; now that we’ve met, we might as well go back together.”

“Previously, there were reasons, but my father asked me to tell you, just this once will be an exception.”

“As for the rest of you…”

Kensumi looked towards Roger and the others.

“You can’t harm them!”

Yukiko suddenly stepped forward, positioning herself in front of Roger.

Oh…

Kensumi glanced at Roger and Yukiko, an introspective expression on his face.

“How could I?”

“Rest assured, all of you are our guests.”

Kensumi smiled.

“The Yatagarasu Clan has rooms for guests, please join us if you wish.”

“And if… if we don’t wish to?”

Aoki Kazuo said in a low voice from the side.

Kensumi took a half-step forward, a warm smile on his face.

“What did you say?”

“Could you repeat that, please?”

Aoki Kazuo opened his mouth but wisely swallowed back the words of reluctance.

Standing aside, Roger clenched his fists, hesitating whether to start a fight, but just then he heard Michihiro Morita’s voice.

“Don’t be impulsive, we should be safe.”

“Something must have changed, I’ve said it before, the Yatagarasu Clan won’t move against me lightly until they’ve achieved their goal.”

“And if they truly wanted to kill me, they wouldn’t have sent Yatagarasu Kensumi, after all, in some sense, Yatagarasu Kensumi represents his father externally.”

“Perhaps aside from some freedom, we really will become guests of the Yatagarasu Clan.”

Hearing this, a thought suddenly struck Roger.