Chapter 77: The Strange Master
The youth’s eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of surprise flashing in them, but that was all. Before reaching War General level, he could suppress anyone with a single hand…
“My Lord… Please descend.”
Thinking this, he looked reverently into the vortex. He lightly tapped his forehead, then his left shoulder, then his right shoulder, and finally slowly lowered his head.
At this moment, as if hearing the youth’s call, “Pop!” a phantom slowly emerged from within, passing through the black box. It was a slender hand, about the size of a sugarcane, its surroundings wrapped by the black Gothic sleeve.
If one were to ignore its deathly pallor, it would feel like an ordinary high school girl’s hand.
Seeing the phantom, the youth was slightly taken aback, a trace of astonishment appearing on his face. He murmured, “Has the Master’s appearance changed? And there’s no scent of blood…”
However, it was merely a doubt. After all, the Ancient God Sect worshipped outer-domain gods, and these gods had countless descendants, so this might be a descendant of his own faction’s deity.
“Chiu!”
Suddenly, a Black and Red Sword Qi slashed towards the youth’s back, followed closely by a Red and White Sword Radiance. The sword radiance struck directly at the phantom hand. The youth had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the sword struck the hand in the Gothic attire.
“Bang!” It seemed to hit an Energy Shield, emitting a dull impact sound.
“Master…”
Turning his head, he saw Su Jiu. Her sleeves, like goose-yellow chains, heavily struck the youth’s face, catching him off guard and drawing a faint bloody trace.
“Bang!”
Before the youth could react, Su Jiu, holding her short sword diagonally, followed along the Energy Shield on that arm and slid her blade towards the black box. However, she seemed to have underestimated its hardness; the flame-wielding strike only left faint scratches on it.
Yet, a laughable scene occurred. Su Jiu’s sword did not shatter the box, but it directly sliced through the phantom of this so-called Master. This surprised her somewhat.
“Damn, it hurts so much…”
The phantom was instantly shattered. Whether it was Su Jiu’s illusion or not, she heard a sickly curse from within the vortex, sounding exactly like an exasperated Young Lady.
“What the heck? Why is it different from the novels? How can He… be so weak?”
With no time to think, Su Jiu frowned slightly, then turned, kicking off the black box and slashing towards the youth. Her attack was a killing move, aimed directly at his face, with two black flame slashes “Chiu!” like they were arriving!
Following this was the sword and its phantom, the sword like the bright moon, appearing and disappearing, its form ethereal, like an immortal under the moonlight.
In the youth’s eyes, the sword light was not fast, but as he was still dealing with the black flame slashes and hadn’t reacted, it had already poured over him like moonlight.
Although the youth’s strength had been enhanced to mid-tier War General, his combat experience was completely inferior to Dragon Hunter Lin Feng’s. It was like a child wielding the Heaven Overlord Sword – possessing fighting power but lacking skill.
The low-end combat power of the Ancient God Sect was consistently weak, but they made up for it in numbers. After all, outer-domain wicked gods needed people to find food for them, and cultivating more mice was a form of entertainment.
“Dong dong dong!” The dull sound of metal striking wood erupted.
A line of white light flashed. The youth hurriedly took out an enormous brush, half a meter long, and the aura of ink appeared around him, spinning to block the tidal wave of attacks.
Su Jiu was composed, her short sword turning in her hand, conjuring one sword flower after another.
Her sleeves fluttered like a swimming dragon, and her sword flowers resembled the nascent moon, continuously blooming!
The youth retreated rapidly. His body had instantly suffered over a dozen or twenty wounds, with a massive slash across his face continuously seeping blood. If his body hadn’t been reinforced, he would have long been a soul under the sword.
“So weak? Damn it, then why were you showing off?”
Su Jiu frowned slightly, muttering to herself. She felt no exhilaration from sparring swords with an experienced Dragon Hunter like Lin Feng. The opponent’s limpness made her feel like she was… teaching a child swordsmanship.
“Don’t get cocky. When the Master descends later…”
The youth heard her mumbling. His face twitched slightly, and he wanted to retort, but then another sword light was flung towards him. His eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly raised his long brush to block his chest.
But in the next moment, the phantom sword light, like a crescent moon, directly pierced his throat.
The youth’s eyes held disbelief. He clearly saw the sword light and had firmly blocked it, but why did he still die?
String Moon Swordsmanship!
Its strength was not in direct frontal confrontation but in its elusive, obscuring nature, like clouds covering the moon. It was a light and strange technique, as if tailor-made for Su Jiu.
In the confusion, the youth was astonished to find that his opponent had actually carved an arc like a full moon in an instant, the sword sliding upwards…
Because there was a solid, undeniable slash on his brush.
Glancing at the opponent, Su Jiu kicked the youth’s corpse away, then snatched the brush he was holding. Shortly after, the brush transformed into a black and white beltfish, lying motionless.
“Master is War General level, so this thing should be similar. It should probably have Magic Crystals, right?”
Without hesitation, Su Jiu sliced open its body with her sword. After fumbling for a moment, she dug out a fingernail-sized, impurities-filled Magic Crystal from between its gills and placed it in a specially made Silk Bag Pocket at her waist.
To be precise, it was Huo Huo’s food bag.
Then her gaze fell on the black box protecting the vortex. With a ” Puff!” sound, without the youth’s support, the box exploded like a balloon.
Without further thought, Su Jiu intended to blow up the vortex directly, as if in a novel. However, a sickly female voice came from within: “Can you give me those things in your pocket? Please, if the sacrifice isn’t successful today… those Monsters will kill me.”
Su Jiu was inwardly startled. The other party could speak the Dragon Country language? And it seemed she was emphasizing that she was a human?
She immediately frowned and asked, “Monsters? Aren’t you the Master of the Ancient God Sect? Why are you afraid of Monsters?”
“I… sigh, I was captured by those so-called ‘powerful’ Monsters of the gods, and now I’m forced to help them transmit food.” The female voice was very low, with a Pitiful tone. She pleaded, “Please… give me those Magic Crystals. I want to live, even if it’s just for one more day.”
Su Jiu narrowed her eyes and slowly reached for her pocket. She had a feeling… the other party might not be human, but her fluent Dragon Country language made her somewhat confused.
These Magic Crystals of hers were nothing in the eyes of those so-called “Masters.” It shouldn’t be like this; what was the other party trying to achieve by wanting her Magic Crystals?
Was it for fun? That shouldn’t be the case either.
“I can exchange it for a Blood Night Grass that can enhance Mental Power. This is what they rewarded me with for working for the Monsters here.”
While Su Jiu was thinking, the sickly female voice spoke again, transforming into a pale hand. This time, however, it was holding a blade of grass emitting a red stream of light.
