Adanu Raksa has a lot of confidence to keep fighting the forest demons until dawn. But he doubts that this goat-like demon will simply disappear even after the sun rises. After all, this shaman has a good fighting skill unlike those mindless undeads.
Due to his doubt, Adanu Raksa is starting to find it harder to handle his opponent. He is no longer able to concentrate because of all the worries and considerations he has in mind.
"What's wrong? Have you lost the will to fight me?" The shaman taunts as he keeps waving his wooden staff.
However, the more this shaman puts Adanu Raksa into a corner, the more he triggers Adanu Raksa's instinct to survive, which also raises Adanu's concentration back to its peak.
But still, no matter how many times Adanu Raksa injures him, that shaman simply devours any incoming evil spirits and gets refreshed.
"I can go on like this forever," the shaman boasts.
"Well I can just wait for the dawn to come," Adanu Raksa replies. "And then, none of those evil spirits would come to this place."
"You really think you can hold that long against me?"
And indeed, as the times passes on, Adanu Raksa is also getting tired. The shaman begins to be able to land more blows on him.
He pummels Adanu Raksa a few times with his blunt weapon, and then sends him back to the rocky cliff wall.
"See! In no time, I'll devour your soul and make myself even stronger," says the shaman as he grabs another evil spirit and swallows it.
"Is that why you fight using a staff, not a sword?" asks Adanu Raksa.
"So you get it, huh?" The shaman affirms. "All I need is to weaken you by keeping your body intact. I know that your soul has been mixed with The Carrion Flower Devil's corrupted aura. I bet you have a more delicious soul than these girls."
Adanu Raksa gets back to his feet. With a swaying posture, he brings his black Damascus short sword to his face.
And then, he starts whispering something to the sword. "Sorry, guys! Seems like I'm going to make you all suffer again like in the past. But I beg of you, please endure it a bit, and don't disturb my mind when I'm fighting him."
Oddly enough, the black sword slightly shivers. It attracts the shaman's attention a bit. He knows Adanu Raksa is speaking to someone, but he couldn't clearly hear what Adanu Raksa has just whispered.
"Seems like you have really lost your mind, huh?" The shaman laughs.
But then, that laugh suddenly stops as he feels a sudden burst of suffocating killing aura from Adanu Raksa. It's so short, and that aura immediately vanishes.
"What was that?" The shaman mumbles. "Did he just lose all his life force? That's weird."
A moment later, Adanu Raksa pulls out all of his inner energy and lets his black sword absorb everything.
That sword is now engulfed by a dense white plasma. However, Adanu Raksa's body is now looking so weak because of it.
He is still standing with a bit of swaying posture, and walks slowly to the shaman with the sword pointing down to the ground.
"What is this now? You look like a dying man to me," the shaman sneers.
"Just keep talking while you still can," replies Adanu Raksa with a lifeless face.
As Adanu Raksa leaves the dark side of the cliff wall, he gets illuminated by the crescent moon. Only then does the shaman see the air around Adanu Raksa swayed by some kind of strange aura.
However, finding how weak Adanu Raksa is, the shaman jumps high and sends a huge slam using his staff.
Adanu Raksa blocks it with his sword. And…
Trang!!!
At that instant, he closes his eyes as if he is holding some kind of pressure in his mind.
"I beg of you, please endure it a bit longer," he mutters.
"You are begging me now, huh?" The shaman is chuckling amusedly, and then swings his wooden staff.
Swiftly, Adanu Raksa sends a counter, and is able to cut the tip of the shaman's weapon.
The shaman looks surprised. It is something that has never happened to his wooden staff so far.
"How?"
Noticing the incoming evil spirit, he grabs it and then chews on that spirit before blowing it to his wooden staff.
"I see! You imbue your weapon with spirit energy, and make it durable against sword," utters Adanu Raksa, talking with a lifeless face.
"You really know your stuff, huh?" The shaman compliments.
The shaman begins sending more blows to Adanu Raksa over and over. And just like before, Adanu Raksa keeps getting pressure in his mind every time he blocks the shaman's wooden staff.
Again, he closes his eyes because of the pain he just recives in his head. He keeps hearing some scream in his mind.
"Please, endure it a bit," he begs, and then takes a few steps back.
"Running away now?" The shaman sneers as he charges forward.
Truth to be told, Adanu Raksa was backing off only to create some space so he can aim for a counter.
As the shaman sends a huge wave with his staff, Adanu Raksa parries it. He simply lets the staff slide, and then ducks down as he swifts his sword downward around the staff before sending an upward slash from below.
Out of nowhere, that wooden staff has been cut and the shaman's right arm are now floating in the air. And the next split second…
Swissh!!!
The shaman hears a gust of wind, and his head is now already floating in the air.
"What happened?"
He looks baffled, to see his staff has been cut in two, but hasn't realized that his own head is no longer on his neck.
Both the head and the body fall to the ground. Oddly, the severed part of his neck and his head are engulfed by the flame. Only then does the shaman know what has happened to him.
"Aaargh. Damn you! How could a weak stroke like that can cut my head? It hurts, you damn whore! How can I feel the pain? There's no way a sword by a mere young man can cut my head."