In the evening, the remnant sun is like blood.

The blood-stained 'bandaged swordsman' stepped on the shadow of the building, which had been stretched to the extreme at dusk, and walked out of Dahl Lane and onto Kirk Street.

The buildings are rapidly taller and wider, allowing light and shadow to begin to intertwine.

When the crimson sunlight shone on the blood stain on the 'bandaged swordsman', the filth in the blood stain instantly became thick like mud, making it look like an undead crawling out of the dirt.

When the deep darkness shrouded the blood stain on the 'bandaged swordsman's body, the blood in the blood stain condensed like fire, making it look like a demon in the flames.

It does not dissolve in light and darkness.

It should not appear in the world.

It, suddenly, paused.

Because......

Smoke!

Curling smoke, the taste of the world.

It heard the busy, rushing voices in the kitchen.

It heard the joyful, expectant voices of the children.

It heard the tired, but energetic voices of the cafeteria.

Each sound made it more and more out of place with the whole street.

It's like a heretic!

It quickened its pace, and in the frightened and evasive gaze of the pedestrians, and in the expectant gaze of the watchers, it walked step by step towards 2 Kirk Street.

When it saw the tall banyan tree that suddenly appeared, it clenched the hilt of its sword.

"Hey, hey, the show is on!"

"What the hell is this?"

"It's supposed to be an undead creature, right?"

"it, let's just keep an eye on it!"

Good hearing allowed Eli to take in all the voices of the people around him, and the spy of the titular Count of Beit couldn't help but pout.

Undead creatures?

Where are the undead creatures that can use the 'Evil Slash'?

But what is this 'bandaged swordsman'?

Eli couldn't figure it out, either.

But he knew that it was because of the 'Bandage Swordsman' in front of him that he had made a lot of money, and he had also exchanged two good props from the 'Cloak Society' and Count Bate.

The danger of the 'mysterious side' made him stop.

But the props of the 'mysterious side' made him flock to it.

Who doesn't love a safe and convenient 'mystery side' prop?

If you can do two more, who can say no?

So, Eli, who had vowed to sell the information and stop, came again.

'Do it again!'

Do it again and stop it-

Find a shop in the middle of nowhere and make a bistro in the Shire district! ’

Eli told herself again, as she had done last time.

He stared at the 'Bandaged Swordsman' as he watched as the other man suddenly took a step to the left, just as the stalkers didn't know why—

Sou!

Syllable!

The sound of breaking the air has been heard.

Where the 'Bandage Swordsman' was originally standing, the bluestone ground had been shattered.

But none of the stalkers, including Eli, could see what was attacking!

Then, 'The Bandaged Swordsman' continued to take a step to the left.

This time, the eyes of each stalker widened.

but

Still haven't seen it clearly.

It's still a 'whoosh' and a 'snap' sound.

All they saw was still crumbling ground.

'What's that?' ’

Faced with the unknown, Eli carefully retreated 10 meters out of instinct, and then took out the short sword that had been with him the longest time.

Some of the stalkers who were also retreating were still full of vigilance when they saw Eli also retreating, but when they saw the short sword in Eli's hand, there was a hint of contempt - even if they couldn't get the 'scroll', they would at least have to get a decent firecracker.

Dagger?

Dogs don't even need it.

Afterwards, the stalkers focused only a little on Eli.

It was only when they noticed that Eli had stepped back again, almost leaving Kirk Street, that the disdain in the eyes of these watchers grew stronger.

They were in a position that was more than thirty meters away from 2 Kirk Street, safe enough, how far would they go to exit like Eli?

Fifty meters? Sixty meters?

Immediately, no one paid any attention to Eli anymore.

This kind of coward, not worth it.

What's more, the 'bandaged swordsman' has a new move.

After two left-hand steps, 'The Bandaged Swordsman' made a big jump to the right.

Whoosh!

Bang Bang Bang!

In the continuous sound of breaking the air, the ground that had been in its original position and farther to the left was shattered, and the unknown attack had obviously changed.

However, the 'bandaged swordsman' is once again unpredictable.

That's right!

Foresee!

At the same time, such thoughts rose from the bottom of their hearts to those who were watching.

However, those who have a little insight know that this kind of 'unpredictable prophet' does not exist, and it should be a kind of combat 'instinct' honed after countless battles - an 'instinct' formed after sharpening one's own skills to the extreme, and integrating the combat experience of life and death.

It seems simple, but it is extremely difficult.

Whether it is sharpening one's skills to the extreme, or integrating countless experiences of birth and death, it is not something that ordinary people can do.

The former is trapped by talent, the latter by death.

Ability to blend the two......

This 'bandage swordsman' is definitely not an unknown person!

A strong man who has something to do with the 'Sanke family'?

Who is it? ’

Every stalker speculated.

And that's what Arthur wants.

He borrowed Fujin's eyes and observed the expressions of all the stalkers in the dark, and then once again let the [Death Serpent Banyan] launch the next attack.

Of course, it is necessary to 'inform the bandage swordsman' in advance.

The next moment-

The whole Kirk Street was darkened.

It was as if it was dark.

However, every stalker stared at the top of their heads in amazement.

Hundreds of rattans appeared there, obscuring the last rays of light at dusk.

At this point, they finally understood what they had just attacked.

Cane!

There was shock in the eyes of each stalker.

They never thought that these rattans with the thickness of two fingers could become so powerful, and if they smashed the bluestone ground with one blow, they would inevitably break bones and tendons when they hit people!

Even in armor, you're not immune!

What's more......

Quantity!

With such a large number of rattans, even the 'Bandaged Swordsman' really unpredictable prophet would have to be whipped to pieces.

But at this moment, these stalkers don't have time to pay attention to the 'Bandaged Swordsman'!

They looked at the hundreds of wriggling rattans gathered above their heads, and the scalps of each of the stalkers began to tingle, and the stalkers closest to No. 2 Kirk Street crawled backwards.

But, it's too late!

Rattan rained down.

The closest and second-closest stalkers to 2 Kirk Street were directly pulped.

The stalkers farthest away from 2 Kirk Street were the luckiest ones, with the backs of the people in front of them, plus they were not slow.

They ran out of the range of the [Snake Vine].

Almost subconsciously, they looked back with palpitations as they escaped.

Then, the stalkers were stunned on the spot.

(End of chapter)