Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 838 - 651: Black and White World

Chapter 838: Chapter 651: Black and White World

"How could the ability of Shadow’s Touch fail?"

This doubt struck Roger’s mind like a nail, and what Sword Master Cold Crow said left him utterly stunned.

"He knows?"

"What does he know?!"

His head buzzed incessantly. The Hunter’s Cabin was Roger’s most closely guarded secret, but at this moment, it seemed that his greatest secret had long been exposed to others.

Even in the midst of battle, Roger couldn’t suppress himself from thinking about the consequences of this revelation.

"Why does he know?"

"Did he penetrate my inner thoughts...?"

"Or is it possible he is just like me!?"

Roger instantly recalled the strange aspects of Sword Master Cold Crow.

Twenty years ago, he defeated his mentor and killed him. Despite sustaining severe injuries, he secluded himself at Hankawa.

For twenty years, he did not step outside his room.

A room, a cabin.

And the strange power Roger once felt there.

This made Roger unable to help but speculate on the true origin of Sword Master Cold Crow.

Could it be that he wasn’t fleeing from an area under Silver Dragon’s dominion?

Could there be other secrets hidden within Sword Master Cold Crow?

Roger’s emotions surged, his mind in chaos, making it impossible to focus. At that moment, the merciless swordlight descended upon him.

Clang clang clang!

A dense sound came from his body. Even though Roger’s mind faltered, his general defensive power remained intact. Yet what shocked him was that while he could stabilize his defense against the relentless bombardment of Tengu Divine Master’s Onmyoji Techniques,

his defense was not as strong as anticipated when facing Sword Master Cold Crow’s assaults.

"Have you forgotten my teachings?"

Sword Master Cold Crow’s voice came from afar.

"Focus and perseverance!"

"Do you think you’re entitled to distraction when facing me?"

A burst of laughter echoed.

"Or was it your recent victory that led you to believe that defeating Tengu Divine Master means you can defeat me as well?"

"If that’s the case, as your mentor, I don’t mind giving you one final lesson."

"A guidance paid for with life and death."

The world before him turned white as Roger tried desperately to calm his emotions; he even considered attempting the ability of Shadow’s Touch once more.

But as soon as this thought arose, it was mercilessly disrupted by Sword Master Cold Crow.

The two were separated by dozens of meters, but the chilling swordlight descended upon him again.

Within the snow, Sword Master Cold Crow’s pitch-black swordlight was particularly striking.

Like ink spreading on white paper, imposing and grand.

Unrestrained by the details of technique or variations in power, everything flowed freely yet harmonized perfectly with the surrounding principles.

The black sword and the white snow merged organically.

Roger was completely drawn into the rhythm of Sword Master Cold Crow’s attacks. At this moment, the Alder Sword Seal was still in a state of fusion—though not yet perfect,

it still meant that Roger wielded two forces of the Extreme Path. Yet even so, when facing Sword Master Cold Crow, Roger lacked the confidence for victory.

In his hand was only a sword; in his heart was only the sword; until ultimately, all that remained in the world was his sword.

Fierce and powerful.

This lethal pressure was something Roger had never experienced from any previous opponent, and at this very moment, he lost his ultimate cards for escape!

"The Hunter’s Cabin!"

"As long as I can assimilate a house, I can leave this place using the ability of Penetration."

"That’s it, as long as I leave here, he’ll never be able to find me..."

Roger’s mind teemed with stray thoughts, but the next second, a swordlight descended from the sky.

He raised his sword to block, but in his distracted state, his movements slowed by a fraction. The Sword of Destiny was knocked aside, and dazzling swordlight erupted upon his body.

Roger recognized this swordsmanship.

[Snow Moon Flower]

The same sword technique unleashed by different individuals could vary wildly in power. Though his feet were rooted to the ground, Roger’s defenses were instantly torn apart—his wounds deep enough to expose bone.

"You truly disappoint me!"

"Have you only learned brute strength from me?"

"Or do you think that mere power alone is enough?!"

"Choose your path wisely, for once you walk the wrong one, there will be no turning back."

Giving Roger no chance to recover from his injuries, Sword Master Cold Crow’s attacks grew even swifter, with black swordlight engulfing the peak of Hankawa.

Roger couldn’t comprehend how Higurashi Gushan managed to hold out for so long against such an overwhelming offense.

But now he had no time left to think.

The Hunter’s Cabin, the Shadow’s Touch—

all of it was cast out of his mind.

With no distracting thoughts, he focused solely on resisting.

A moment of hesitation, an extra second of doubt—

and he would die.

"Haha, now this is more like it."

"Don’t hesitate!"

If Roger only listened to what Sword Master Cold Crow said, he might have mistakenly believed the man was truly guiding him, but as he danced dangerously close to the edge of the blade, Roger knew he was living every moment on the brink of death.

More than once, if not for sheer luck, that black sword would have already pierced his throat.

In this state of intense concentration, he had forgotten everything—Quinn Sword Seal, Alder Sword Seal, even the martial legacies stored in the Hunter’s Cabin were purged from his mind.

This was the true limit.

Roger could feel himself growing rapidly with each clash. The speed of this progression was utterly terrifying.

Yet even so, he still couldn’t fathom the depth of the man’s power.

Perhaps this was the true figure standing at the Peak of the Extreme Path.

The swordlight radiated brilliance; Roger’s vision saw no other colors, only the pure black and white."