Chapter 643: Maple Blade, Snow Sword (Part 2)
“Whoosh!”
Watanabe’s words had barely fallen when a black-robed figure landed beside him. The figure slowly unveiled his black robe, revealing a well-defined body clad in cherry-style ancient armor. Black and red malevolent energy emanated from the thick cherry sword in his hand, roaring like vengeful souls.
“It’s time to wash away the shame of a defeated sword. This entire city, his descendants, will be annihilated under my blade.”
A buzzing sound emanated from the armor. Faint blue ghost fires flickered on the helmet, but unlike Karuo’s from before, these ghost fires carried a deep malice.
“As expected… you are General Maple, aren’t you?”
The middle-aged man blocking Su Jiu’s path was slightly taken aback. He had sensed the presence of more than one powerful aura before, but he hadn’t expected the opponent to possess such strength.
He also hadn’t expected the wanted posters from before to be false, and that the real Maple wasn’t a towering skeleton but a samurai.
Should he notify that old man?
“That person can no longer use Fine Snow, and I, hehe…”
Maple didn’t reply. He simply extended his metal-armored hand and slowly caressed the broad sword radiating malevolent energy.
The broad sword was a full foot and nine inches long, as thick as half a slice of watermelon. His armored fingers rubbed against it, producing a grating sound like metal scraping glass, as if declaring his ownership.
“Now, the situation is beyond what the people I brought can handle.”
Maple’s words made the middle-aged man understand who he was referring to, and his expression shifted slightly. He also remembered that Old Man Yamazaki Taka seemed truly old now, and he hadn’t accompanied him up the mountain.
He only brought subordinates of Battle King Level. If they were to fight head-on with sheer strength, it would definitely not be enough. The most important thing now was to get Su Jiu out of here.
“Those who obstruct that Lord’s breakthrough of the seal shall die!”
With a cold sneer, the Temple Priest lightly flicked his whisk, raised his foot slightly, and then charged forward with a roar. A white aura erupted beneath his feet, and the sweeping whisk, carrying ferocious gusts of wind, shot towards the middle-aged man.
With a light step, the middle-aged man in front of Su Jiu also had a yellow aura with electric arcs appear at the back of his head. He said to the latter with his back turned, “I’ll hold the front for you, you find a chance to leave here.”
With that, he drew his blade horizontally, and the silver external qi, flickering with electricity, spread across his body like small snakes. He tightly gripped the dagger’s hilt with his right hand, let out a fierce cry, and transformed into a streak of silver light, clashing extremely swiftly with the Temple Priest.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Sparks and gusts of energy collided with fierce metal impacts. As if to avoid damaging the formation, Watanabe consciously drew the battlefield into mid-air. In order to ensure Su Jiu’s safety, this middle-aged man was forced to be drawn along.
“You struggle to block me, how can you block Maple Ghost?”
Watanabe said with a light smile, his arm gesturing slightly as he repelled the middle-aged man with his whisk. He floated in the air, like an ancient immortal from legends, exuding an aura of ancient grace.
During the stalemate, streams of energy were transmitted to the sky from the formation. With the energy stalemate, Watanabe, who was already strong, gave off a more powerful impression.
“I want to see how long you can hold on. Maple can also forcibly activate the sacrifice for me.”
He slightly raised his whisk, stirring it. Five jade pendants of different colors rotated out mid-air, like millstones, grinding downwards. The atmospheric pressure caused light rain to fall within a thousand-meter radius.
“We can only hope that friend Yuko will take care of herself. As long as the ritual is held back, support will arrive soon.”
Seeing that Su Jiu still hadn’t left, the middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t afford to relax in a battle of this level, especially with that old man having a continuous supply of energy. He could only resist with all his might.
He then took a deep breath, a flash of electricity flickering in his eyes. He stomped on the void, his dagger slashing a path of yellow lightning, and shot towards Watanabe.
Instantly, the sky turned dark, lightning and white mist continuously bombarded each other, and dark clouds gradually gathered densely. As the two figures clashed, ordinary people could only see flashes of light in the clouds.
“What’s happening in the sky? Why is there a battle?”
“That… is that the Temple Priest?”
“Is someone disrupting the divine sacrifice? The aura of this battle is enough to cause serious injury if even a wisp touches you!”
This scene was also discovered by the spectators watching from afar. The audience who had just been blasted away suddenly became energetic. Just as they were about to continue watching the commotion, a dozen cloaked figures suddenly appeared around them and directly drove them to the foot of the mountain using their external qi.
The appearance of the cloaked figures caused considerable annoyance. Yamazaki Taka frowned as he looked at the cloaked figures and was about to step forward to question their intentions. Unexpectedly, the leader, a young man with a messy hairstyle, directly presented a permit from a higher administrative department and announced loudly:
“Kamikaze is handling this. The local sacrifice is related to the release of [Ghosts]. We request the local Onmyoji organizations and the Adventurer’s Guild to cooperate in notifying and evacuating the crowd.”
“Sacrifice… it’s related to [Ghosts]?”
This caused Yamazaki Taka to slowly lower his phone and look back up at the mountain. On his phone was a phone number displayed as the higher Yin-Yang Bureau, which he hadn’t dialed yet.
On the mountain.
“You can’t escape,” a buzzing sound echoed again from not far away.
As the middle-aged man charged out, Su Jiu’s gaze followed the sound, landing on Maple, who was wearing samurai armor. Their eyes met with the flickering ghost fires, and the former seemed to hold a hint of mockery in his eyes.
“General Maple, do you think you’ve got this? Elegy!”
Su Jiu squinted her eyes, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the ground. The deer antlers on her head slowly emerged, and the divine-demonic mask appeared on her face, her aura becoming cold and chilling.
Her hair and shrine maiden attire fluttered with her surging aura, and her black silk hair even straightened. A sudden sword cry rang out, as if at this moment, the shrine maiden was no longer a shrine maiden!
But rather, the swordsman from the Great Eastern Academy!
The sword was two feet and eight inches long, with dragon patterns coiling around its body, and faint white mist appearing on the blade. It was considerably longer than the opponent’s sword.
“Nameless Sword.”
Seeing Su Jiu’s transformation, Maple smiled faintly, bending slightly. Then, he gripped the broad sword with one hand, his arm trembling, yet his figure vanished from its original spot.
“So fast!”
Her eyes narrowed, Su Jiu drew the Dragon Pattern Long Sword with her backhand, feeling a powerful force of energy strike. She suddenly leaned back, narrowly avoiding the blade’s edge of the malevolent sword.
The next moment, Maple’s figure appeared in front of her, and terrifying sword energy erupted, cutting off some of the shrine maiden’s cherry blossom ties.
Maple’s ghost fires met her eyes. Su Jiu’s eyes flashed with coldness. She exerted force at her waist, her body twisting sideways like a pendulum clock, and her resilient silver tail whipped towards General Maple’s waist, striking him forcefully.
With a “bang!” sound, Maple, encased in samurai armor, touched the dragon tail. In an instant, he contorted like a shrimp and was blasted away.
His legs scraped sparks as he finally stabilized his figure dozens of meters away. The ghost fire eyes looking at Su Jiu also trembled slightly, clearly surprised by Su Jiu’s reaction.
“You actually have quasi-War God Level strength?”
They had anticipated a War God Level monster, but they hadn’t expected the young girl in shrine maiden attire to possess such strength.
“Instant!”
Without replying, Su Jiu’s figure flickered as she attacked the opponent. A gust of wind surged, and her figure disappeared from its original spot like a moonlit swordsman.
Half a breath later, she was directly behind him. Her right hand, clad in an arm guard, tightly gripped the long sword in her hand. Her eyes were calm as still water, and the sharp blade turned into a silver glow, striking towards the opponent’s neck with extreme cunning.
“Clang!”
Malevolent energy instantly surged towards her. The silver glow struck the thick malevolent sword. The contained power merely caused General Maple’s arm to tremble slightly.
This was enough to show that General Maple differed greatly from the War Gods Su Jiu had fought before. Baichuan was even more incomparable to him. Not only was the opponent experienced in combat, but [Blood Rush] had no effect on him whatsoever.
“E Huo, go!”
Failing to stop the attack of Fan Meng, Su Jiu’s expression remained unchanged. Her arm suddenly trembled, and the Dragon Head frost energy let out a low hum, surging out along the blade’s edge.
“Roar!”
Finally, it transformed into several illusory white dragons. The dragon heads, filled with rage, lunged and bit at the Ghost General Maple in front of her. It was the manifestation of sword energy!
“What pure dragon might, but still too inexperienced.”
Sensing E Huo’s special attribute external qi, Maple was slightly surprised. Just as he was about to directly block it, the moment the external qi touched his broad sword, the malevolent energy visibly dissipated slightly, as if weathered over many years.
“This weapon has a peculiar special effect. I have formations to supplement energy, so there’s no need to block directly; only long-range attrition is necessary.”
Maple’s ghost fires trembled again. His figure instantly soared into the sky and he slashed out with his sword, severing the dragon shadows that were consuming him. Using the momentum, he arrived high in the sky, appearing in the sight of the people below the mountain for the first time.
Accompanied by the flying airwaves, his appearance was fully revealed to everyone’s gaze. The menacing samurai armor and the broad sword radiating malevolent energy sent shivers down the spines of many:
“What kind of monster is this?”
Unlike these ordinary citizens, Yamazaki Taka, as a mid-level figure among Onmyoji, although he had mistaken the bone person before, he looked at the black and grey halo behind the samurai’s head and murmured with a slight tremor:
“It is the legendary vengeful spirit – General Maple. He is a mysterious person who is with Lord Yang Shen. Lord Yang Shen is indeed colluding with monsters… This sacrifice really will release [Ghosts].”
The faces of the low-level staff turned pale. They knew what this meant. If what this superior said was true, then a great disaster would befall them.
“Yang Shen colluding with monsters?! The one fighting Yang Shen should be the people from this mysterious unit. Fighting two at once, they will soon be at a disadvantage…”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier, you bastard!”
As soon as his words fell, it was like a chain reaction, constantly echoing among the tens of thousands of people. Some prayed, some cursed, but most wanted to escape the crowded environment.
“Sigh, can the old man still unleash another round of Fine Snow?”
From further away, Yamazaki Taka looked at the red-armored samurai figure in the sky, stroked the shedding fox in front of him, and sighed. Just as he was about to slowly stand up, he suddenly froze…
He saw that on the mountain over there, it suddenly began to snow!
