Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 832 - 648: Start Your Performance

Chapter 832: Chapter 648: Start Your Performance

"What did you say?!"

Having understood Roger’s strength, and comparing it to his own, Yatagarasu Akiryu knew he had no advantage at all.

But he was the son of Sword Master Cold Crow, and he had long forgotten what failure tasted like.

The death of Ran’ei Divine Master at Roger’s hand shook Yatagarasu Akiryu, for he knew he might never be able to step into the Extreme Path Realm.

And yet, the young man before him would only grow stronger. This moment was his one and only chance.

"You dare to come to Hankawa voluntarily? Should I commend your courage or mock your stupidity?"

Yatagarasu Akiryu gripped the Great Tachi tightly, "This is Hankawa; you have no chance here."

Only then did Roger’s gaze shift from the face of Tengu Divine Master to lock onto Yatagarasu Akiryu.

"Frankly, I didn’t come here to find you."

"Dealing with you is merely a side task."

Hearing Roger’s words, Tengu Divine Master’s expression didn’t change at all, but an odd glimmer flashed in his eyes.

Yatagarasu Akiryu couldn’t detect the subtle changes in Roger since his power hadn’t erupted yet, but for Tengu Divine Master, a strongman in the Extreme Path Realm, the nuanced revelations of Roger’s transcendence were undeniable.

"Roger..."

"I thought you were just a minor character, but now, it seems Bai Ling and the others might have met terrible fates."

Roger didn’t answer Tengu Divine Master’s question, but his attitude spoke volumes.

"Well, that’s good too. Saves me a lot of time."

Tengu Divine Master cast a glance toward the distance, "It’s perfect—I’ll deal with you before the battle truly starts!"

"Your opponent is me!"

A furious roar echoed at that moment. Yatagarasu Akiryu’s physique swelled as he raised his weapon high and marched forward, slashing at Roger!

Roger’s dismissive attitude fueled Yatagarasu Akiryu’s rage. Last time, he could come up with countless excuses for his failure.

But now, Roger’s existence had become his inner demon.

"We are now both Sword Masters, equally matched. This is the perfect time to finish the incomplete battles of the past."

"A fight to the death!"

Yatagarasu Akiryu surged forward like a tidal wave, his immense power locking onto Roger. Yet, in the face of this assault, Roger merely extended his hand expressionlessly.

His feet rooted deeply into the ground, Roger resembled a mountain—vast and immovable. A faint layer of defense formed over his body, and the next moment, Yatagarasu Akiryu’s attack came to an abrupt halt.

Clang!

The defense around Roger’s body reverberated. Although not reaching the level of an Extreme Path Sword Master, Yatagarasu Akiryu’s unleashed power far exceeded that of a typical Sword Master.

This strength was amplified by the Three-legged Crow.

Yet the path Yatagarasu Akiryu had chosen was one of madness and berserk fury.

Roger could sense that Yatagarasu Akiryu had a deep understanding of power, and the Extreme Path Realm was not far from his grasp.

But even though Yatagarasu Akiryu had lingered for over ten years at the Sword Master level, his inherent limitations had barred him from moving forward.

Even the Green Hill Superior Leader’s attacks could only inflict slight damage on Roger, yet Yatagarasu Akiryu surpassed them significantly.

But that was all there was to it.

"Ah!"

Yatagarasu Akiryu let out an enraged howl. His body expanded further, shredding the fabric on his arms. Thick blood vessels coursed from the palms up to his shoulders, converging near his collar.

Layer upon layer of intricate patterns formed bird-wing-like designs. Yatagarasu Akiryu’s aura erupted in frenzied chaos, refusing to accept the battle’s current trajectory.

"Die for me!"

Roaring, berserk, power unleashed.

The result, however, was Roger merely stepping back slightly, his feet sinking into the ground. At this point, he couldn’t even bother with posing intricate techniques. Yatagarasu Akiryu couldn’t accept that his all-out strike had failed to even scratch Roger.

He poured all his strength into one overwhelming blow. Finally, Roger’s outer defense shattered, and the Great Tachi cut through, slashing his palm.

"Haha! This has to be it! If I can crush your defense, you’ll soon understand the true power of the Three-legged Crow..."

Yatagarasu Akiryu’s words abruptly stopped, as the wound on Roger’s palm visibly closed, and the blood that had spilled out flowed back into the gash.

The trembling earth surrounded Roger as his defense fully regenerated.

"This... this..."

Weakness permeated Yatagarasu Akiryu, not from exhaustion, but from the shattering of his confidence by the spectacle before him.

Witnessing this scene, even Tengu Divine Master, standing not far away, had a shadow of solemnity on his face.

Although Yatagarasu Akiryu was constrained by his innate limitations and could possibly never reach the Extreme Path Realm, he was undoubtedly the strongest Sword Master below that level.

And compared to his father, Yatagarasu Akiryu was the kind of person Tengu Divine Master admired far more.

An individual with ambition, yet whose strength remained under control.

It wasn’t that Yatagarasu Akiryu was too weak—it was that Roger’s defense was terrifyingly strong.

"Want to try again?"

Roger held up Yatagarasu Akiryu’s weapon and asked.

"This is impossible—how could such a short time have passed?"

"No one can raise their power this much in so little time. There’s something wrong, something is definitely wrong with you!"

Yatagarasu Akiryu retreated abruptly, "Don’t think you can deceive me!"

"The battles I’ve experienced in my life far outnumber what you can imagine. There’s an anomaly, there’s something peculiar for sure!"

Resolving his mind, Yatagarasu Akiryu shook off the manic state and sneered, "Almost fooled by you. From the outset, there has been something peculiar about you."