Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 827 - 645: Close Quarters Combat_2

Chapter 827: Chapter 645: Close Quarters Combat_2

"Pff!"

At the foot of the mountain, a blood-red figure expressionlessly withdrew the twin blades in his hands.

With a casual wave, he could slay all the enemies in front of him, but for some reason, deep down, he was unwilling to do so.

Rather than mindless crushing, he preferred close combat, savoring the feel of blades slicing through muscle and bone, and the warmth of blood splattering on his face.

The enemies before him couldn’t pique his interest. He mechanically raised and lowered his hand, repeating the process while deep down he pondered intensely.

Until there were no moving enemies left before him, his blade-wielding hand froze in the air. He then looked up and saw the two figures standing near the mountaintop.

"How should I address you?"

He heard a question from the young man with ancient eyes.

"Higurashi Gushan? Or something else?"

Everything before him was dyed in red. He shook his head irritably, but deep within, a voice surged, "He’s the one, take him back!"

Sword Master Cold Crow sighed, "What a pity, you still haven’t broken free from that thing’s control."

"It seems all the methods I’ve provided you have failed."

Higurashi Gushan’s hands trembled, but soon the voice deep within grew louder, the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his trembling hands clenched tightly.

"I don’t know who you are, but only by killing you can I find relief!"

He roared and crossed his twin blades, drawing a brilliant streak of blood.

"Just hold on a little longer, and I can help you completely resolve your latent issues, and even further advance."

Sword Master Cold Crow shook his head.

"You’ve endured the most difficult decades, yet you falter right before success."

"Higurashi Gushan, let me end your suffering."

Sword Master Cold Crow spoke without emotion, but a faint, imperceptible flicker of emotion appeared deep in his eyes.

At this moment, a voice came from the distant clouds.

"Seems I’ve come at a bad time."

Upon hearing this voice, Yatagarasu Akiryu felt nothing initially, but sensing the aura from the opponent, his expression changed dramatically, and in an instant, he drew the Great Tachi from his back.

Sword Master Cold Crow showed a hint of surprise, "Tengu."

"Since when did you stop recognizing me as your teacher?"

The thick clouds parted, revealing a face encased in metal.

"Was it when you surpassed me, or when you thrust your weapon into my chest?"

The metal mask on Tengu Divine Master’s face had fused with his flesh, changing as he spoke.

Not the joy of reuniting with old friends, but intense hatred!

Sword Master Cold Crow stared unblinkingly at his former teacher, "Looks like you’ve still failed."

"Failed?"

Tengu Divine Master sneered, "I’ve never felt better than I do now!"

"A younger body, greater power, means I have ample time to explore higher limits!!"

"Moreover, I will completely end this chaotic world, merge everything, and start a new era."

Sword Master Cold Crow just shook his head, a hint of pity deep in his eyes, "You understand nothing."

Tengu Divine Master laughed in anger, his cold face appearing even more menacing. His gaze fell on Higurashi Gushan, noticing the latter’s strength.

"Apparently, I’m not the only one who hates you."

Sword Master Cold Crow remained indifferent, "Do you want to join me?"

"No!"

Tengu Divine Master shook his head, "I’d rather enjoy the joy of killing you alone!"

"Too bad, you’ll never get to experience that."

With that, Sword Master Cold Crow ignored the powerful enemy above and tightened his grip on his weapon, looking towards Higurashi Gushan.

"Come, you’re first."

"Then, that thing!"

Boom!

A pillar of blood lighted up the sky as Higurashi Gushan swung his twin blades. Snow flew up, and the blade light enveloped the figures of both men!

Meanwhile, on Qinglu Mountain, Roger sitting at the statue’s foot slowly raised his head, sensing two powerful auras, unfamiliar, yet not belonging to Tengu Divine Master.

Within Sword Master Funiu’s concealment, he had already witnessed Tengu Divine Master’s might and was mentally prepared.

"Bang!"

The first to land was a green silhouette, a man as massive as a mountain of meat, over three meters tall, with skin rough as rock.

Then came the second person, whose body flickered erratically in midair, with a voice coming from all directions.

"Are you that Roger?"

"Nothing special about you."

"Where is Tengu Divine Master?"

Roger raised his head, his body relaxed, showing no sense of crisis when facing such formidable foes.

Because there really was no need.

The subtle aura from the opponent suggested to Roger that this was a Superior Leader from the Land of Eternal Darkness.

But so what?

At this moment, Roger feared nothing below the Extreme Path.

"To deal with you, there’s no need for the Divine Master."

The massive figure opened its mouth with a roar, sounding like a howling wind through a valley.

"Where is he?" Roger pressed.

"Telling you doesn’t matter, the Divine Master went to Hankawa."

In an instant, without a sound, the mountain-like figure appeared in front of Roger, its fists larger than an ordinary adult human’s body crashing down violently.

He seemed one with the earth, black smoke seeping into his body through his feet, expanding, his aura locking all of Roger’s escape routes.

Roger didn’t evade but casually raised his hand.

He was curious to test his current defensive power.

Thud!!

The air exploded with a bang, with the violent shockwave destroying already precarious structures completely.

The ground beneath pulsed like waves, yet Roger remained unmoved, his expression unchanging.

The defensive power gained after his ascension exceeded Roger’s imagination. Although he felt the impact from across, its effect on him was negligible.

The world beyond Extreme Path was indeed different.

A wave of joy rose in his heart, and then the tempestuous attacks showered down once more.

Purely physical attacks, battles driven by brute force were rare in the Everworld. In surprise attacks, cultivators with generally lower physical strength could suffer in clashes.

Yet, in the next few seconds, Green Hill and Bai Ling witnessed Roger’s terrifying might.

That impenetrable defense that seemed untouchable by even a cataclysm.

"Something’s off!"

"There’s something strange about his power. No one could withstand my attack without injury, not even the Extreme Path Divine Master!"

Green Hill roared.

The usually calm Bai Ling’s expression changed. She leapt, countless phantasms appeared all around, figures overlapping and splitting, as Energy from underground and void converged.

That was Energy from the Land of Eternal Darkness.

"I’ll help you!"

Bai Ling shouted, her real body hidden among the countless phantasms, making it hard to discern which was her true form.

But at this moment, Bai Ling saw that young man, who had been resisting Green Hill’s attacks, suddenly looked up at her.

And it was precisely where her real body was.

"Too late."

Roger said, and in the next moment, he released his restraints, instantly raising his power to match his defensive strength.

Thud thud thud!

With no defense, Roger allowed Green Hill’s attacks to fall on him, while he counterattacked amidst the tempest of blows, withstanding all pressure.

Without using the Sword of Destiny, nor any tactical skills, it was pure violence and collision.

Fist meeting flesh.

Initially, Green Hill managed to barely fend off Roger’s attacks. He was enormous, his strength incredible, but in just a few breaths.

In the furious exchanges, he found his fists and arms gradually shattering under the blows.

The injuries spread to his shoulders and chest.

Then he collapsed completely.

His arm’s flesh burst open, revealing stark white bone, his body being knocked back by the intense power clash.

Yet in this process, Roger didn’t retreat a single step; he stepped firmly on the ground, like a rampaging bear, knocking Spring Green Hill’s body off the mountaintop.

Then advancing step by step downward.

During the assault, dust rose, trees toppled, the clash impacting the already fragile mountain, triggering a new round of collapse.

And at this time, Bai Ling’s long-prepared Onmyoji Techniques were still unreleased. The terrifying blasts and collisions left her mouth dry, secretly alarmed.

Immediately she detected a familiar aura at the battle’s core rapidly diminishing, causing her expression to change dramatically.

Bai Ling instantly cut off her power’s outburst, her body flashed, fleeing into the distance.

At this moment, with the dust settled, amidst the ruins, Roger stood on Green Hill’s broken body and looked up at a spot in the sky.