Bear School Astartes

The Chaos Wave Group's poison-coated dagger slashed vertically downwards.

Lann's center of gravity swayed slightly, the blade narrowly grazing the edge of his armor.

At that moment, the katana in his hand spun with a luxurious flourish, changing from a forward grip to a reverse grip.

With a gentle raise of his hand, the previously confident gaze of the Chaos Wave Group became flustered and panic-stricken.

The forceful hacking aided by gravitational potential energy was powerful, but without sufficient skill, this force could simply be exploited by the enemy.

"Slash!"

With a stout, pumpkin-like physique and the combined forces of gravity, momentum, and arm swing, the katana directly bisected him horizontally from the waist!

In the Demon Hunter's ear, a sharp sound of wind suddenly flared.

Without turning around, Lann could imagine the elderly man's hand beside him, where the Golden Iron Dragon-Slaying Blade with scorched patterns had already cut a clean and crisp air fissure in the air.

Along the trajectory of this air fissure, if flesh dared to forcefully intrude, then the sharp and thin Air Blade would directly tear open the skin, sucking away flesh paste and fresh blood.

Lann's [Iwami Cross Slash] could leave a mark in the air for nearly half a second.

While Iwami Yixin's Air Blade could even linger in mid-air for more than three seconds!

The Demon Hunter, using the massive amplification granted by a Magic Potion, directly grabbed a Chaos Wave Group's conical hat from mid-air.

Before he could react and start struggling, the studded leather glove hand had placed his neck on the blade edge, 'slash' once.

Blood sprayed.

The corpse in his hand was directly tossed by Lann onto a monk rushing over with a boxing stance.

The monk's body emitted faint blue and red glows.

This indicated the completion of a spirit summoning ritual via [Humming Sugar] and [Harsh Sugar]. At this moment, the monk's muscle strength would increase by nearly ten percent, and the robustness of muscle and bone would also increase by nearly ten percent.

But... all these actually seemed quite trivial.

Seeing the Chaos Wave Group with a neck still bleeding being thrown over, the monk, unconcerned, raised a leg for a horizontal kick, wanting to boot away the obstacle blocking his path.

Monks have done so much to explore the path to immortality, to say they still consider emotions and righteousness is truly a joke.

But despite monks being emotionally cold and decisively acting, they really lack experience in direct hand-to-hand combat with people.

In close combat relying on stances, even blocking the thrown obstacle and then diverting it away would be perfectly fine.

Yet to insist on raising a leg for a horizontal kick...

"Thud!"*2

In the monk's eyes, which flickered with red and blue glow, was filled with unwillingness and disbelief.

The tip of a katana capitalized on the opportunity when one of his legs was off the ground, unable to swiftly adjust the stance, and pierced through the Chaos Wave Group's corpse straight into his neck!

The thin steel sheets effortlessly separated skin, blood vessels, and then re-exposed to outside air. In the consecutively spattering blood flow, it twisted at a ninety-degree angle.

A narrow knife wound was forcibly expanded into a blood hole wide enough to span half a neck!

Lann's indifferent cat-like eyes never even made eye contact with the monk.

This indicated he hadn't even devoted half his attention to this duel.

Left hand reversed the knife handle to maintain stab angle, pushing on the handle end with the palm root with the right hand to provide stable impetus.

Lann's technique bore the shadow of a wolf.

During the short instruction by the ninja closely accompanying the child, the Demon Hunter learned many handy techniques.

In an instant of encounter, three people had died.

Over on Old Robert's side, the movement continues to be wild and explosive, the true Southern Barbarian swordsmanship, which actually seems more suitable for a warhammer.

In his battlefield area, one barely hears the sound of flesh and skin being torn open with blades, instead it is the continuous noise of bone breaking, muscle tearing, screams, and roars that fills the air.

Beside Iwami Yixin, there was a slow and rhythmic sound of air being ripped apart.

This old guy seemingly could even make ordinary swings that weren't techniques bring about Air Blades that cause teeth to chatter.

He appreciated the dazzling blood drawn and splattered out by the Air Blade.

The opponents are a group of criminals who need no pity, slaughtering them only brings hearty heroics and no room for hesitation.

Iwami Yixin enjoyed such exhilarating battles.

His bold laugh alternated between low and high.

Though the battlefield sounds were chaotic now, Lann didn't feel any threat.

Some of the ninjas and monks were still launching toxic-coated kunai and Buddha wheels, bringing with them gusty wind. Chaos Wave Group's clogs clack loudly. The clash of swords and screams are endless.

Adhering to the principle of using more to fight fewer, groups of Chaos Wave Group and Immortal Peak Temple monks wanted to swarm over, filling every inch of space around the three.

Forcing them not only to have no chance to maneuver but even limit the distance to exert power in swings and slashes.

However, among the trio, Old Robert, relying on armor that surpassed his contemporaries in East Japan, and a slightly transformed body with Southern Barbarian swordsmanship. The closer the enemy stood, the stronger his lethality!

If he indeed fought a mobile battle, he might instead fail to catch up.

Lann was the same, except the unprotected head and neck region, most of the enemy weapons could not pierce his superior Bear School Armor.

When enemies approached, wishing to dismantle his armor, this time lag was already enough for him to accumulate power for a [Iwami Cross Slash] that could sweep through a vast area!

Wishing to dismantle armor required sending life too, come gamble!

And there's no big deal even if they caught the gap in his breathing, [Alder's Rune] swept through a mass. Ninjas performing [Light Body Skill] flew farther away.

The only one with ragged clothes, Iwami Yixin, this guy rolled over the battlefield for a lifetime.

Such rich battlefield experience meant that although numbering over thirty people surrounded he was being led by him, none ever touched within three steps of his blind spot.

Restrict his movements?

Who here can withstand the Sword Saint's blade to stop him from advancing?

High-grade Chaos Wave Group with conical hat shield, one blade down sliced vertically into two pieces!

A conical hat capable of resisting musket fire twenty steps away, in the face of the Sword Saint's blade, was like an ordinary straw hat!

The number of enemies steadily reduced, blood had even muddied the grassy ground.

Enemies never found a way to handle, even slightly restrain the trio. Everything seemed to be advancing steadily for the better, but...

A gusting "wooo wooo wooo" sound came from above their heads.

Lann furrowed his brows slightly, Yixin coldly snorted.

The two simultaneously looked up, seeing a few figures about to leap into the battle in mid-air.

Straw hats, tall slender build, Double-Bladed Glaive... they were those monks who learned skills among the Chaos Wave Group!

The Double-Bladed Glaive spanned about two meters in length, and they had begun rotating the Double-Bladed Glaive like a propeller in mid-air.

The bizarre whimpering wind sound was the glaive swirled the air!

Then, like drills from the sky, they directly lunged towards the trio!