Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 701 - Chapter 701 Chapter 583 Killing One in Ten Steps_2

Chapter 701: Chapter 583: Killing One in Ten Steps_2 Chapter 701: Chapter 583: Killing One in Ten Steps_2 “Draw your sword, I know you’re a student of Sword Master Cold Crow…”

Roger released his perception, and on the necessary path up the mountain, there were one after another faint Spiritual Power Fluctuations.

These people were all here for him.

“This is Qinglu Mountain…”

“But the Funiu Sword Pavilion has no right to interfere with our vengeance!”

The speaker was a young man behind Roger.

“Are you here for vengeance or fame?”

Roger let out a cold laugh.

The reputation of Yatagarasu Akiryu was well-known, and he often traveled abroad, but Roger had never heard of anyone finding Yatagarasu Akiryu to have him pay back the life debt owed by Sword Master Cold Crow.

Given Sword Master Cold Crow’s personality, the real enemies that could be considered by him were probably all dead. The true intentions of these people before him were thus self-evident.

What they needed was the title Roger carried and the head on his neck.

“Killing you will avenge my family!”

A fierce shout came from behind, the young man’s face changed, and by the time Roger heard the other’s call, the sound of a weapon whooshing through the air was already near the back of his head!

“As you wish.”

Roger could almost imagine the expression and tone on Sword Master Cold Crow’s face when he said those two words.

“Was all this within his expectations too?”

While pondering in his heart, Roger’s hand didn’t stop moving. The Sword of Destiny suddenly appeared in his hand, and he stepped back, blocking the opponent’s attack in the nick of time with the Sword of Destiny.

Clang!

Ssst!

Following that, Roger’s wrist flicked, the Sword of Destiny scraping past the other’s sword blade, and with a powerful twist at the waist, he stepped aside and turned up beside the opponent.

The next second, the Sword of Destiny pierced out like a venomous dragon, accompanied by a flash of blood, a severed arm was slashed off by Roger!

Ah!

And only then did the scream begin to sound.

Roger turned around, looking at another person standing in his way.

“Do you still wish to make a move?”

“I assure you, whoever draws a sword against me next had better be prepared to be killed by me!”

The man standing in front had his face wildly changing, but at that moment a whooshing sound came, and someone leaped over his head.

“Get out of the way!”

“If you won’t come at him, I will!”

That was a man as strong as a lion, who roared out loud. Simultaneously, a green lion burst forth from within him.

The man grasped a long stick as thick as an arm, Spiritual Power vibrated, and with the lion’s roar echoing to the heavens, the man fell from a great height, his long stick smashing down on Roger like a meteorite!

“The one to kill you is Tang Lion Hiroshi Ameda!”

This was a Fourth Tier mid-stage fighter, far stronger than the young man who had just ambushed Roger; the Guardian Spirit Tang Lion was known for its ferocious attack power.

The opponent first used a roar to intimidate Roger, then seized the moment to strike fiercely!

Without overly complex moves, even before getting close, the oppressive force of the Spiritual Power already enveloped the entire space. The young man, whose arm had been cut off by Roger, nearly fainted amidst the roaring.

And with the impact of the Spiritual Power, he rolled down the hillside just like a gourd.

Three months earlier, facing such a direct and brute force approach of locked-in qi, Roger could only react move by move, but at this moment he didn’t even have to think. The legacies of various schools he had learned spontaneously appeared in his mind.

The body gave a slight shake, and the ripples of Spiritual Power shattered the confined space around him, breaking free from the qi lock. He sidestepped, avoiding the opponent’s attack.

By the time he raised his hand, the Sword of Destiny had already landed on the opponent’s Guardian Spirit.

In that instant, Roger’s brain even had the time to think, to decide which of the several dozen moves he should choose from.

“The so-called Solutions Technique is not about dismantling or breaking moves, there’s a fundamental difference between those two.”

“Even the strongest move-by-move response is still inferior.”

“Many principles of swordsmanship are interconnected; you have to understand your own truths. And for anyone else’s path, just crush it!”

The words of Sword Master Cold Crow flashed through his mind, and the Sword of Destiny in his hand hesitated for a moment, but in the next instance, Roger gripped it even tighter.

The Tang Lion was massive, lying there like a small house, and Roger, standing in front of it, seemed almost comically insignificant.

But soon, no one could laugh anymore.

The Sword of Destiny landed on the forehead of Tang Lion with a speed that seemed slow but was actually swift.

Crack!

A faint sound rang out, followed by a series of explosions that grew louder and louder and then, to the astonishment of the onlookers, the massive Guardian Spirit burst into pieces!

“What happened?”

On the way up the mountain, there were still many people blocking Roger’s path.

At the foot of Qinglu Mountain, the only rule the revengers abided by was one-on-one. As long as Roger could ascend the mountain and enter the core area of the Funiu Sword Pavilion, no one would be able to strike at him again.

But the path before them, though narrow and short, was nearly packed with a person every ten steps; even a series of one-on-one battles seemed an impossible task.

The Guardian Spirit shattered, and the burly middle-aged man couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, yet shortly after, a hint of panic flashed across his face.

“My Guardian Spirit!”

With his Spiritual Power in disarray, he struggled several times, but before it could take form, an inexplicable force would explode within him, smashing the Spiritual Power he had gathered!

While he was stunned, Roger had already struck with his sword again, and no one noticed the odd state Roger was in; although he had locked onto his enemy, his eyes seemed to be without focus.

For in his vision were not any individuals, but the trajectories of flowing Spiritual Power.

“Is this the Solutions Technique?”

Roger was also unclear how he had swung that last sword–the perfect combination of Dharma Seal and swordsmanship, that effortless release!

Pierce!

In the middle-aged man’s horrified gaze, his forehead was pierced through by the Sword of Destiny. Roger’s eyes were cold. He had not noticed when he struck that the reddish glow at the edge of the Sword of Destiny had become more glaring.

Gulp, gulp!

The mountain path fell silent, with nothing but the sound of the middle-aged man’s forehead splitting open and his brains and blood oozing out.

Roger held the sword and moved forward; although he stood on lower ground, all who were swept by his gaze felt an illusion of being looked down upon.

“Next!”

No one noticed the hint of eagerness hidden in Roger’s calm voice.

“I’ll take him on!”

A figure flashed by like the wind, appearing beside Roger on the mountain path, and in his furious charge, a blazing steed engulfed in flames burst forth!

Guardian Spirit Flame Colt!

“Remember me, I am Mishima… ah…!”

After a scream, the swiftly passing figure had just appeared when it was split in two, and his Guardian Spirit also disintegrated.

Roger’s gaze remained calm, not even glancing at the body he had cleaved in half, as his eyes locked onto the next person.

“Next!”

In just three seconds, another Fourth Tier had died on the spot.

Step, step.

The only sound on the quiet mountain path was Roger’s footsteps pressing against the world.

Two bodies lay across the path, every challenger had to ponder carefully.

Because they might very well be next.

“Next!”

The mechanical and indifferent voice urged on.

Meanwhile, at the grand hall at the peak of Qinglu Mountain.

“Are you just going to let those clowns run rampant on Qinglu Mountain, doing those filthy acts in the name of a so-called fair duel and revenge?”

Miyanori Chiyoko let out a cold laugh.

Sword Master Funiu’s gaze remained calm, not furrowing his brow until some time later.

“This is the price he has to pay.”

Sword Master Funiu snorted coldly.

Miyanori Chiyoko seemed about to say something but hesitated; in the end, she chose to be silent.

Because she also bore responsibility for this matter.

“Whatever you have done, this is the last time.”

“A rule is a rule!”

Miyanori Chiyoko’s face changed, and she blurted out uncontrollably, “What about you?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it.

“Out.”

Sword Master Funiu said brusquely.

“Go to the front gate and have a look; don’t let the boy truly die.”

Miyanori Chiyoko bowed her head, seeming to want to apologize, but in the end, she clenched her teeth and left.

“Do you really think you can just take whatever you want from Funiu Sword Pavilion?”

Miyanori Chiyoko snorted coldly, but when she arrived near the mountain gate, what she saw was a completely different scene.