Bede, a legendary succubus expelled personally by the Demon Emperor due to her knowledge and peculiarities, did not create the expected havoc on the Holy Stone Continent as the Demon Emperor had hoped.
Instead, in order to better pursue her research ideals and avoid disturbance from those foolish nobles, she willingly retreated from demonhood and hid in the Loren Forest for more than a decade!
Although her attempt at leaving the demonic path was interrupted by Night Sang More's recruitment through fortuitous circumstances, she had successfully reduced her legendary strength to that of an apprentice, even lower than Night Sang More.
Moreover, Bede, disdainful of refining other succubus specialties such as whipping and the art of torment, now only mastered a concealment technique using pink mist and a substitution technique, along with her unique innate enchantment ability.
The former lacks offensive power, while the latter, although formidable, caused trouble by being too overwhelming—so much so that even the system couldn't disguise it; using it was like exposing a magic trick.
After all, while enchanting minds was acceptable, turning someone into a teddy bear was beyond the pale of reason.
That fool could probably guess what kind of trick that was...
Therefore, when Bede takes the stage, she is likely inferior even to East Dust West Old. While the latter could at least serve as cannon fodder, Bede could only act as a decorative vase.
"It seems that the most reliable one is still oneself."
Night Sang More drew his sword with a self-deprecating smile.
Old Ghost takes one, Weng Ling takes another, meaning he must deal with at least three enemies.
But one Iron-tier against three Bronze-tiers?
Isn't that asking for the impossible?!
However, no matter how difficult it is, how would one know if they can't achieve it without trying?
Night Sang More refocused and looked at the long sword in his hand.
Raising his level within a short time is difficult, but he still has a trump card: the body technique and swordsmanship he learned through merging with Old Ghost.
That is a skill at the Sword Saint level!
And he is not like Old Ghost, whose body was ruined; he is still very young and durable!
So now he has to master these skills thoroughly.
Thinking about it, Night Sang More decided to start with the Thirteen Wind Pursuit Swords.
Wind Riding Steps have already reached the basic mastery, while the Moon Sword Slash is more of a finishing move that can instantly cross ten steps to assassinate an enemy.
However, this move's damage mainly comes from its bizarre speed. If the opponent has strong defenses, with his current strength, he might not cause any damage, or worse, end up breaking his own waist.
So, despite mastering the essence of the Moon Sword Slash, he could only unleash three of the thirteen swords in the Thirteen Wind Pursuit Swords. There's still a lot of room for improvement.
Night Sang More deeply inhaled and exhaled slowly while staring at the empty space in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he shook the sword in his hand, and a buzzing sword cry echoed.
"Thirteen Wind Pursuit Swords!"
Chi! Chi! Chi!
Three fleeting cold lights disappeared into the air. However, Night Sang More frowned.
Still three swords!
"According to the experience of using it while merging with Old Ghost, the key to the Thirteen Wind Pursuit Swords is to use the vacuum channel created by the first sword to quickly catch up with the subsequent twelve swords. In an instant, unleash a large number of stabs, making it impossible for the enemy to resist or evade. This kind of sword technique should be at least three times faster than ordinary continuous stabs!"
Night Sang More lightly shook the long sword, beginning to silently contemplate the recent failed attempt.
"The reason for my failure is likely the first sword!"
"If the duration of the vacuum channel pierced by the first sword is too short, the subsequent twelve swords will definitely not be able to follow. The power of the skill will naturally not be fully exerted."
Contrary to the continuous thrusts based on body speed in the Moon Sword Slash, the Thirteen Wind Pursuit Swords, besides being swift, also possess considerable destructive power. However, with only three swords, it can't support Night Sang More's courage to challenge higher-level enemies.
"Let's try again!"
This time, Night Sang More focused more on the first sword. Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!
Four swords!
Night Sang More sighed with relief; the wind perception ability gained from the Wind Riding Steps finally showed its effectiveness, allowing him to better see his shortcomings.
"The direction of the first sword lacks the momentum of the wind. Let's try again!"
Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!
Five swords!
"The wind momentum is captured, but the starting sword is too focused on utilizing the momentum and lacks the power to break the momentum. The channel time is too short. Try again!"
Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!
Six swords!
"Focusing on the sword but failing to control the direction, causing the vacuum channel to be swept outside from the third sword onward, making the sword momentum stagnate. Try again!"
Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!
Seven swords!
"Hmm, progress!"
Night Sang More exhaled deeply. The Wind Riding Steps he acquired from the Wind God Sect finally started to show its effect, allowing him to better grasp his flaws.
"That's enough for today!"
Night Sang More rubbed his right shoulder, which had swollen by a circle compared to his left arm. He waved to Bede, who was standing on the side.
"Let's go home, it's bedtime!"
"Oh, ah? Are we going in again?!" Bede returned to her senses, hugging her shoulders and pouting coquettishly.
"It's so cold; I might catch a cold!"
"Do you want to go or not?" Night Sang More glared.
"I'll go..."
Bede stomped on the wooden house door, waking up West Old, the skeleton on the upper bunk, who had ignited a campfire on the ground and prepared a bundle of well-split firewood behind him.
Fortunately, the temperature in the wooden house was low enough, and the ground was nothing more than a dirt floor, or else such an operation would be playing with fire. Still, Bede's mouth gradually curved up at the sight of this.
"This guy..."
Clearly, he was so concerned about the scarce wood that he didn't even make a wooden stake target, and instead, he stabbed the air for most of the night. Yet now, he lit a bonfire right next to her bed after she fell asleep.
"What an interesting undead..."
Casting a glance at Night Sang More, who was slowly walking over while rubbing his shoulder, Bede grinned and climbed onto one side of the wooden plank bed.
However, after thinking about it, she turned back and threw Old Ghost, who was sleeping on the adjacent bunk, onto the top bunk. Only then did she lie down contentedly on the bed, facing the empty bed next door.
"Hiss, still cold!"
Night Sang More opened the door with a creak, looked at Old Ghost, who was trembling slightly while hugging his waist, and then lay down on the last bunk.
Until dawn, there were still two hours left...