The special training that Drake had arranged for the two had been carefully considered. First, it was gravity adaptation training to enhance
The special training that Drake had arranged for the two had been carefully considered.
First, it was gravity adaptation training to enhance physical fitness. Regardless of the system, good physical fitness was the foundation of everything.
Then, what Drake was training was the two’s control over cursed power.
The two were burdened with the most fundamental Yin and Yang energy of this world, so their potential was limitless. And controlling cursed power was the best way to tap into that potential.
Moreover, the two’s biggest trump card was resonance. If they wanted to unleash the power of resonance, improving their control over cursed power was also a good method.
The two were tortured to the point of ecstasy by Drake’s magic tool, but these Impurities were all small fries with weak cursed power. There wasn’t even a single large Impurity.
So although it was hard, the two still exorcised all the Impurities.
The two returned to Drake, panting, and Enmado Rokuro said, "We’ve finished!"
Drake nodded, saying, "I saw it. Although it’s not satisfactory, it’s passable! Take off the arm guards! The next opponent can’t be dealt with while wearing the arm guards."
The two reacted instantly, taking off the arm guards and looking around.
A gentle voice sounded.
"Have I been discovered? How rude. It’s my poor hospitality."
A man wearing a fancy dress suit walked out of the miasma that filled the air.
The man was wearing a monocle, with long hair scattered, and at first glance, he really looked like a nobleman from somewhere.
But his dark skin and his one black-based red-pupilled eye showed that the man, like Kamui, was a high-level Impurity, a Basara.
The Basara bowed elegantly, saying, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sakanashi. As Kankuro said, you are indeed a dangerous guest!"
"A Basara?" Enmado Rokuro also judged the man’s identity, clenching his fist and charging directly.
"Meteor Fist!"
Enmado Rokuro drew a pentagram, throwing a punch. The cursed power beam directly sent Sakanashi flying, smashing a large pit in the hillside.
But the attack didn’t end. The one who launched the attack next was Adashino Benio.
"Oboro Clematis Dance!"
Using the power of her Impurity legs, Adashino Benio drew streaks of light in the air, cutting through the space where Sakanashi was.
After attacking countless times, Adashino Benio retreated to Enmado Rokuro’s side.
Enmado Rokuro stared at Sakanashi’s position, saying, "How was it?"
Adashino Benio replied, "They all hit. It should have some effect. We still need to use resonance to solve him!"
But just then, footsteps sounded, and Sakanashi walked out of the smoke and dust, unharmed.
"How is that possible!" Enmado Rokuro couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How could their full-power attack have no effect at all?
"How was it? Are the two of you satisfied with this feast?" Sakanashi said.
"What do you mean?" Adashino Benio asked coldly.
Sakanashi put his hand on his chest and bowed, saying, "I would call what you call a battle hospitality. I have the power to kill most exorcists in seconds, but I think it would be too rude to the exorcist guests who came all the way to kill me.
I will endure all of the attacks that the guests unleash, the carefully conceived strategies, and the desperate resistance when they are in crisis, allowing the guests to fully enjoy the fun of the battle. This is my way of providing heartfelt hospitality.
So, please enjoy it to the fullest!"
Saying this, Sakanashi raised his hand to block Enmado Rokuro’s punch, slapping him away.
Before Adashino Benio could get close to Sakanashi, she saw a whip appear in his hand, directly sending Adashino Benio flying.
The two, who had fallen to the ground, looked at each other, tacitly understanding each other’s thoughts.
So the two jumped up at the same time, gathering together in mid-air, the two hands holding together.
"Resonance, Crimson Meteor Fist!"
A huge cursed power beam descended from the sky, hitting Sakanashi hard.
The Twin Stars returned to the ground, looking together in Sakanashi’s direction. But the two saw with despair that Sakanashi was still unharmed, and even the relaxed expression on his face hadn’t changed.
Sakanashi said with a smile, "Are the two of you ready to enjoy the final main course?"
Saying this, Sakanashi instantly approached the two, raising the whip in his hand to lash down. But just then, Drake blocked in front of him.
Sakanashi’s pupils constricted, because he hadn’t noticed how Drake had come before him at all.
Drake said, "Don’t forget, I’m still here!"
Sakanashi shook off Drake’s hand, retreating dozens of meters in an instant.
Drake didn’t chase, turning his head to the two, saying, "I know you’ve met Kamui before, and you’ve also fought him. But with that guy’s personality, I’m afraid he didn’t fight you seriously at all.
And what you’re experiencing now is the true power of a Basara. How is it? Do you see the difference! Opponents like this will continue to appear in the future. Understand the difference and try desperately to become stronger!"
This was Drake’s purpose. Otherwise, how could Drake have tolerated Sakanashi’s long speech.
After saying this, Drake looked at Sakanashi, saying, "To be honest, you’re out of luck. If I had met you two years ago, perhaps your ending would have been different.
But now... I’m fed up with that disgusting philosophy of yours."
Sakanashi’s so-called hospitality was actually just him enjoying the feeling of bringing despair and death to others.
If Drake, whose mentality had problems, had met Sakanashi two years ago, as long as Sakanashi didn’t actively provoke Drake, Drake wouldn’t have been in the mood to pay attention to him.
But now, Drake had regained his respect for life, and a guy like Sakanashi was going to be unlucky.
Sakanashi calmed down, saying, "Although I don’t understand your words, it doesn’t affect my hospitality to you.
It would be too rude to engage in close combat with a guest like you from the beginning. Let me start from the beginning to entertain you!"
Saying this, a fancy rifle appeared in Sakanashi’s hand, aiming the muzzle at Drake and pulling the trigger.
Drake tilted his head, dodging the bullet formed by cursed power. That bullet opened a fist-sized hole in the tree trunk behind Drake. The edge of the hole was extremely smooth, showing the power of the cursed power bullet.
Drake looked at the hole, and then stepped towards Sakanashi.
Sakanashi continued to fire, but this time Drake didn’t dodge at all, just using his palm to lightly slap away the cursed power bullets that were shot over.
Drake even directly pinched the last bullet between his fingers, using force to crush it directly.
And in the next instant, Drake had approached Sakanashi, reaching out to grab his head and pressing him directly into the ground.
Drake mocked, saying, "What hospitality? This level isn’t enough to fill your stomach, let alone fill the gap between your teeth!
I’ll give you a chance. Where’s Kankuro? Tell me, and I can give you a quick death!"
Sakanashi’s face was pressed to the ground, but he still said, "How rude! I can neither satisfy you nor answer your question."
"Is that so?" Drake said coldly, "Then you’re useless!"
Drake released flames in his palm, directly igniting Sakanashi.
In the raging flames, Sakanashi still had a calm look, as if he didn’t feel the pain of the flames burning his body at all.
Drake turned around and left, no longer looking at Sakanashi, who was slowly turning to ashes.
Compared to Sakanashi, Drake was more concerned about Kankuro’s actions. Did this guy already know that he was hunting him?
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