They all call me Great Master-Chapter 772 - 769: Burning III

The silver sword collided with the statue, and a piercing, grating noise erupted from the point of impact, forming a visible ripple that spread in all directions.

Within a mere instant, all trees within a radius of 100 meters turned to fine dust and scattered.

Boom!

The blaze entwining the silver sword spread to the statue at the moment of impact.

A 10-meter-thick pillar of fire shot towards the sky.

It even carried the statue with it into mid-air.

And, locked it firmly in place.

The twin eyes of the statue lit up in blood red.

"Demon Hunter!"

'Blood Drinker' Haibo spoke as if recalling or mocking in his unique self-mumbling way—all while his unique power allowed him to break free from the shackles instantly.

But as the shackles were broken,

The Old Earl's attack arrived once again.

The aged Demon Hunter who had just charged past on his warhorse turned the horse around with unimaginable speed, completing a backhand sword slash.

Clang!

This time, it was the back.

'Blood Drinker' Haibo did not dodge.

Or rather…

Could not dodge!

"Even if you're burning your own life, how many times can you launch such attacks?"

asked 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

This time, without any mockery.

Only memories remained.

That blood-red within the cold eyes briefly held a tiny bit of warmth.

But distortion arose spontaneously once more.

Memories did not hinder 'Blood Drinker' Haibo's assault.

After all, in his memories, he too had torn apart his own husband who burned with life.

"It's been a long time since then.

However, thinking about it now…

I rather liked the temperature of that blood,"

'Blood Drinker' Haibo murmured softly.

With those words, the distortion was complete.

Not just a perception,

but a complete force field.

Within this force field, any speed faster than 'Blood Drinker' Haibo's was twisted to be slower than his.

But,

it was useless!

The Old Earl's speed did not slow down.

On the contrary, The Old Earl kept getting faster.

Fast as lightning.

Fierce as a gale.

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of afterimages brought a succession of striking sounds.

Yet as The Old Earl sped up, those afterimages turned completely into…

Radiance!

The radiance of crimson flames!

Bright, fiery!

And that striking sound became one!

Clang!

When that sound emerged, the situation changed once again!

Under The Old Earl's fierce attacks, wave after wave of ripples that kept appearing suddenly overlapped—before one ripple had fully dissipated, the next ripple began to emerge and, visible to the naked eye, it caught up to the previous one.

The stacked ripples now fused into one.

Converging upon The Old Earl's silver sword.

Light!

A light composed entirely of ripples burst forth at that moment!

Not dazzling.

Not blinding.

But it was extremely substantial, as if the trembling of the earth at that moment had merged into one.

This sword strike landed fiercely on 'Blood Drinker' Haibo's body, full of surprise.

The statue that had withstood hundreds of slashes without a scratch, shattered at this strike—

Crack!

Pieces of the shattered statue fell to the ground.

But those crimson eyes did not disappear.

They didn't even dim.

Those eyes were still twinkling, and the voice continued—

"Slash of Vanquishing Evil?

No!

This Slash of Vanquishing Evil, imbued with one's own will, is far stronger than a normal one!

Demon Hunter, well done."

Huff! Huff!

Amidst heavy panting, Count Bernaken could no longer respond.

The feeling of fatigue surged like a tide.

Most importantly...

Vitality!

Count Bernaken, who had looked healthy and spirited like an old man, now had his white hair lose its luster and fall off in clumps, while his gaunt face had become nothing more than a layer of skin, resembling a breathing skeleton.

And the blaze that was burning before?

Only a thin layer remained.

As if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

Seeing the Old Earl in this state, 'Blood Drinker' Haibo fell silent for about a second before chuckling—

"Humans are indeed fragile.

After such a strike, you've completely lost the power to resist.

You've become fish on the chopping block.

It's truly...

Laughable!"

As he spoke, the shattered statue reassembled.

It didn't restore to its original state; the cracks were still visible.

Feeling such injuries, there was no doubt that the date of full recovery had been significantly pushed back.

Just thinking about needing twice the time for a true recovery soured the mood of 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

"You still have a tiny bit of blood left, right?

It's mine!

Consider it your insult to me!"

When mentioning 'blood,' 'Blood Drinker' Haibo no longer spoke gently.

The rude words were mixed with the roar of a beast.

And before the voice even fell, he rushed impatiently towards the Old Earl—

Cling!

A very familiar sound arose.

It was still the collision of the longsword and the statue.

The person who drew the sword was not the Old Earl.

It was the Marquess of Ainhars.

This Marquess's swordsmanship was completely different from the Old Earl's wide swings; not only was there no shockwave ripple, but even the sound was three times fainter.

All the power had been reined in by the old Marquess.

It was all focused on...

The twin longswords.

The silver sword, fast.

The steel sword, heavy.

The two longswords alternated attacks, with the former thrusting ten times before the latter would strike once, but one thrust of the latter was worth a hundred of the former.

It wasn't just because of the massive force, but also because the recoil from the former's impact had been accumulated on the steel sword by the Marquess.

After being hit once, 'Blood Drinker' Haibo's statue showed an even wider crack.

Almost instinctively, 'Blood Drinker' Haibo withdrew to fend off an attack.

But at that moment, the force from the heavy steel sword's feedback concentrated on the silver sword's speed.

Accelerate! Accelerate!

The silver sword struck 'Blood Drinker' Haibo at a speed tenfold faster than before.

Instantly, 'Blood Drinker' Haibo was entangled.

And the next moment, an even heavier steel sword came chopping down. freёweɓnovel.com

In a recurring cycle, 'Blood Drinker' Haibo was completely suppressed.

'Family Secret Art Twin Sword Slash!'

Viscount Windsor, who was merely a step slower, couldn't help but feel awed by the sight.

The Ainhars Family flew the banner of twin swords because of their 'Twin Sword Slash' technique!

Although rumors said that the secret technique originated from a demon hunter family, the Ainhars would never admit such gossip—back in the 'Silver Age,' they wouldn't want their past as a demon hunter family who served The Holy Court in the 'Holy Era' to be dug up.

Viscount Windsor was well aware of this.

But what he knew even more clearly was—

'Blood Drinker' Haibo was far from done!