The improvement of the sword master also benefits the sword.
"The beast core is mine!"
A fifth-rank warrior roared as he swung his bloodstained long blade wildly at the others. Normally, they wouldn't stand a chance against a seventh-rank beast. But the Thunder Bear that had just won was already gravely wounded, allowing them to bring it down.
A seventh-rank beast core!
It could fetch an astronomical price. Even if they didn't sell it, absorbing it would greatly enhance their own strength.
Under the frenzied attacks, the warriors quickly injured each other, with one after another falling to the ground. In the end, only one warrior remained standing, his body covered in wounds, blood dripping from his injuries.
"Hmph, a bunch of useless fools," the man sneered, holding his bloodied long blade, a smile of satisfaction creeping onto his face.
"The core is mine now."
As he spoke, he prepared to carve open the beast's body to extract the core.
Should I go for it?
Lin San hesitated. The remaining warrior was wounded, while Lin San was still in peak condition.
But just then, a figure darted forward!
The figure moved with incredible speed, weapon in hand, aiming directly at the man!
"Courting death!"
The warrior, who had just begun cutting open the Thunder Bear's body, scoffed. He swiftly turned and countered with his long blade.
Clang!
The clash of weapons rang out with a crisp metallic sound.
"I knew someone was lurking around," the long-bladed warrior muttered, narrowing his eyes as he studied the middle-aged man wielding a longsword before him. The man had clearly been lying in wait, ready to strike at the opportune moment.
"You think I wasn't prepared for this?"
The long-bladed warrior's face twisted into a sinister smile as he launched a flurry of attacks at the would-be ambusher.
The middle-aged man had thought himself the hunter behind the mantis, but he hadn't expected the long-bladed warrior to be so vigilant. Under the relentless onslaught, his expression grew grim.
It wasn't long before the battle reached its conclusion—the ambusher fell, slain by the long-bladed warrior.
"That should be the last of them," the man said, scanning the area, finally relaxing his guard.
The silence that followed was eerie. Lin San could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Two seventh-rank beast cores. Two!
There was no one else around. Should he take the risk, or...?
No, he couldn't let this opportunity slip away.
Having made up his mind, Lin San gripped the Demon Slayer Sword and charged out!
The warrior had just begun to extract a core from the Thunder Bear when he sensed something behind him. He spun around, only to be met with a flash of cold steel.
Clang!
Another sharp metallic clash rang out as the warrior was forced back several steps.
"A mere whelp?"
He glared at Lin San, taking in the sight of the young man who had attacked him. Lin San was tense, fully aware that this man was a ruthless killer. One misstep could cost him his life.
"The cores are mine," Lin San declared, his voice cold and steady.
"Hahahaha!"
The warrior burst into laughter at Lin San's words.
"I see you have a death wish!"
With a roar, he lunged at Lin San, swinging his long blade with murderous intent.
"Do you need my power?"
Ye Fan chuckled, sending the knowledge of the [Bloodthirsty Frenzy] technique to Lin San.
Lin San was momentarily taken aback but quickly recovered, blocking the warrior's attack with his sword.
Clang!
The force of the impact sent a jolt through Lin San's arm, making it tingle with numbness. The warrior pressed on, launching another barrage of strikes.
A fifth-rank warrior! Lin San realized his opponent's strength, even injured, was formidable.
The Demon Slayer Sword... so it has this kind of power. Truly an ominous weapon.
But Lin San didn't hesitate. He channeled his own blood energy into the sword, turning its blade a deep crimson. A surge of raw power coursed through him as the sword absorbed his essence.
Such strength!
Lin San's eyes narrowed as he felt his power surge. He met the warrior's assault head-on, their weapons clashing violently.
What's going on?!
The warrior was stunned by the sudden increase in Lin San's strength. There was an unnerving aura around him now—an icy, malevolent energy that chilled the warrior to the bone.
Lin San, now empowered by the sword, fought with a frenzied intensity, his sword blazing with white light. Each clash of sword and blade sent waves of corrosive light energy, eating away at the warrior's armor and leaving small craters in his flesh.
What kind of weapon is this?!
Panic set in as the warrior realized his long blade was being worn down by the relentless onslaught.
"Dammit!"
He roared, desperate to end the fight quickly. But the more frenzied his attacks, the calmer Lin San became. He knew that if the battle dragged on, the warrior wouldn't be able to kill him.
Soon, the warrior's blade shattered under the relentless strikes, exploding into fragments with a loud crack.
Now's my chance!
Lin San seized the moment, thrusting his sword forward like a dragon striking from its lair.
The warrior's face twisted in fear as the blade pierced his shoulder, opening a deep wound.
Lin San wasn't a ruthless killer, but he wasn't foolish either. This was a battle for survival, and each of his strikes was aimed to kill.
"It's over," Ye Fan murmured, watching the fight unfold. After witnessing so many battles in this world, Ye Fan had developed a keen sense for predicting outcomes.
Without his weapon, the warrior was quickly overwhelmed. The Demon Slayer Sword tore through his defenses, leaving him riddled with bloody wounds.