Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 705 - Chapter 705 Chapter 585 Earth Bear_2

Chapter 705: Chapter 585: Earth Bear_2 Chapter 705: Chapter 585: Earth Bear_2 The whole body swayed slightly as he clenched the Sword of Destiny in his hands.

“Honda Akira!”

“Come out, let’s continue!”

The voice thundered across the entire peak like a roll of thunder.

Honda Akira’s face was ashen, although Roger looked like he might keel over at any moment, the memory of everything that had just happened in front of him sapped his courage.

Roger bared his teeth in a grin, “I’m badly hurt now, why don’t you give it a try? Maybe just one attack could kill me.”

His face was smeared with blood, and although he appeared to be in a sorry state, the thought of his recent achievements made everyone’s heart chill.

Honda Akira’s heart was even more inclined to retreat.

“Come and embrace death.”

Roger growled and the ground beneath him cracked as he used the recoil to instantly appear in front of Honda Akira.

Seeing just this strike, it was unlikely anyone would believe it was the act of a man covered in wounds.

“I give up, I give up!”

Honda Akira shouted loudly, but as for his plea for mercy, it was as if Roger hadn’t heard it at all–one kill or two, it was all the same.

Let this kind of guy go back to find another chance to stab me in the back?

“Stop!”

A sharp rebuke came, followed immediately by a Guardian Spirit wreathed in blue light, shielding Honda Akira.

Fu Niu.

The one who intervened was Miyanori Chiyoko.

Honda Akira had already surrendered, and regardless of the reason, she couldn’t let Roger strike again.

Clang!

Fu Niu’s body was as hard as steel, and with the force of the recoil, Roger’s body shook violently as fresh blood once again seeped from his wounds.

Honda Akira’s face lit up with wild joy as he quickly retreated.

“Stop!”

“As the defeated party, leave something behind!”

“Enough!”

Miyanori Chiyoko stood in front of Roger. After all, the Honda Clan was an affiliate of the Funiu Sword Pavilion, and one had already died; continuing the fight would not look good for the pavilion’s reputation.

Roger’s gaze was cold.

“According to the rules, I have the right…”

“The rules are Fu Niu’s rules, not yours!” Miyanori Chiyoko interrupted Roger coldly.

“Remember your status, you are a student of Sword Master Cold Crow, not him himself, so you have no right to talk to me about rules.”

Miyanori Chiyoko shared the view of the Funiu Sword Pavilion, but that didn’t mean she would allow Roger to question her decision to his face.

Potential means nothing without strength.

If Roger could defeat her now, Miyanori Chiyoko would not mind submitting in any form, even proactively sweeping the floor for him, if necessary.

Roger took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

“So this is your rule.”

“What if I insist?”

Miyanori Chiyoko laughed in anger, “Heh, you can try!”

Roger looked at Honda Akira, who was only five meters away; even though he was within reach, he knew that Miyanori Chiyoko would never allow any accidents to happen.

“Come with me, the Sword Master wants to see you.”

Miyanori Chiyoko said indifferently, her faint voice reaching Roger’s ears.

“Enough people have died today. Know your place, and when you meet the Sword Master later, be clear about what you should and shouldn’t say.”

Even though the Sword Master Funiu was well aware of some things, Miyanori Chiyoko didn’t want to bring them up in public.

“I am a man of my word.”

Roger said ambiguously.

After these words, his gaze swept around, finally landing on Honda Akira not far away.

“You’d better never leave the mountain.”

Honda Akira’s face turned a shade of iron blue, he took a deep breath, and sneered, “Don’t worry, I won’t leave Qinglu Mountain before you die.”

“I don’t think it will take long, after all, once word gets out, there’ll be no shortage of people wanting you dead. I just need a little more patience, and I’m sure I can wait for that day!”

Roger did not speak, following Miyanori Chiyoko into the depths of the Funiu Sword Pavilion.

In his heart, he had already sentenced Honda Akira to death.

His injuries appeared severe, yet in reality, they were mostly superficial. With Roger’s physical condition, he would soon recover fully.

This battle was actually very dangerous; in the end, it was Honda Hinata himself who lost his life force, lacking the support of continued strength, which prevented him from causing too much injury to Roger.

Otherwise, even if Roger could win, it would have been a pyrrhic victory.

But through this battle, Roger’s heart was infused with boundless confidence.

As long as his abilities could be enhanced to the corresponding level, he would dare to challenge any cultivator below the rank of Sword Master!

After tending to his injuries and changing into clean clothes, Roger went to the Funiu Sword Pavilion’s council hall after making some preparations.

This time, there was no one else in the hall, only Sword Master Funiu.

“What will it be, something to drink?”

Sword Master Funiu spoke casually, but the next sentence he uttered caused Roger’s pupils to constrict sharply.

“Tea, or coffee?”

Coffee? This is Everworld, and it’s Sunrise; ordinary cultivators would never have the habit of drinking coffee.

Roger knew that his hidden bloodline power had still been detected by the other party.

Now, the Spiritual Power inside Roger’s body was sufficient to cover the fluctuations of his bloodline, but during the fight with Honda Hinata, his Spiritual Power had burst forth on a large scale and his injured body triggered an active bloodline power, revealing his flaw.

Roger did not make a sound, simply taking a seat opposite Sword Master Funiu as instructed.

“I suppose you understand why I allowed those jesters to issue you challenges. Now that you’ve paid the price, I will naturally abide by our previous agreement.”

“Snap!”

Sword Master Funiu nonchalantly tossed over a small booklet.

“This is the school heritage we agreed upon.”

“The rest is the Spirit Skill.”

Sword Master Funiu stood up.

“Come with me.”

After speaking, he led Roger out of the council hall. The two passed through a large residential area and arrived at a cave at the mountaintop.

Entering the cave and descending the spiraling steps, they suddenly emerged into openness; there was none of the cave’s stuffiness, and the air was fresh. A streak of light penetrated the stone wall nearby.

Upon closer inspection, Roger realized that the source of the light was not a so-called crevice in the stone wall, but rather it had been redirected into the cave through Onmyoji Techniques.

On the platform at the bottom, Roger saw a familiar figure.

It was a corpse, Yuan Guanghai.

“You come from that place, so I think you must have learned something.”

Sword Master Funiu pulled out a stone the size of a fist.

“What’s recorded here is not any method of cultivating Spiritual Power but the transformation of the bloodline, an unexpected product of the different intermingling of two powers.”

“And this thing…”

As he spoke, he loosened his palm, and immediately, the stone detached from his hand and landed on the body of Yuan Guanghai.

Thud!

The sound of flesh being torn reached Roger’s ears, and he watched the stone being pushed into Yuan Guanghai’s body.

“Getting this object means obtaining our secret. But I have nothing to hide from Sword Master Cold Crow, for he knows where we come from.”

Sword Master Funiu glanced at Roger. “It’s really quite unexpected to encounter a cultivator from the West in Everworld.”

Roger did not respond.

Although he was very curious and had many questions to ask, he restrained his curiosity for now.

“Which family do you come from?”

Sword Master Funiu continued to ask.

“There is no such family, just me alone.”

Sword Master Funiu’s body shuddered, a bluish Guardian Spirit leaping out from his body, with elongated forms and horns piercing the sky.

But quickly, the figure of the Guardian Spirit underwent a drastic change.

The sharp horns disappeared, thick fur grew on the body’s surface, the body became taller, fangs emerged from the mouth, and in just a few breaths, the tranquil presence of Funiu was gone.

In front of Roger, a bear as massive as a mountain appeared!

“Earth Bear?!”

Roger could not help but exclaim the Guardian Spirit’s name.

That sensation of pulsating with the rhythm of the earth was indeed unforgettable. As a bearer of a legendary bloodline, he understood that if Sword Master Funiu revealed the true form of his Guardian Spirit.

Without a doubt, their identities would be exposed instantly.

“Earth Bear…” Sword Master Funiu stretched his body.

“I haven’t heard this name in a long time.”

“If you’d like, I’d prefer you call him Atlas Bear!”

“We stand on the earth not out of love, but because only in this way can we possess enough strength, Sky Lifting!”