Is something wrong with me?
I felt more guilt killing wolves that had been trained by humans than I did killing the hunters who had trained them.
Does that make me an enemy of mankind?
Without reaching a conclusion on that thought, I deflected the weapons of the mixed rabble, severed a hunter’s arm, and seared the faces of vagabonds with the Hundred Battles, Tenfold Tempering Technique wrapped around my fists. Since the enemy outnumbered us, defending was a hassle, so I instinctively shifted to an all-out offensive, drawing upon the subtleties of Dokgo’s Double Blade Technique.
Sure, my wooden sword is light.
But my attacks aren’t, so it works out.
Suddenly, a severed arm came flying past me and sprayed blood across my face.
This is why fighting is a pain in the ass.
Wiping my face, I slashed down another Taoist, then chased after a hunter swinging a blade and cut his throat. The stench of blood pierced my nose. Was it because my martial arts had improved that my senses had become more sensitive? The mix of blood and the body odor of an unwashed hunter was especially disgusting today.
The smell annoyed me, so I sheathed the wooden sword and re-wrapped the Hundred Battles Technique around my hands.
As soon as I caught the whip flying toward me, I infused it with the technique and yanked. Even in that moment, I could guess its purpose.
It must’ve been used to beat the wolves.
The man it belonged to was already unconscious by the time he reached me, screaming as the lightning coursed through him. I snatched the dead man’s whip, infused it with thunder energy, and began thrashing everything in sight.
It was far more efficient.
I kicked the wolves away when I could, and beat the wolf tamers to death with the whip. That’s the beauty of thunder energy—it transmits through the limbs, even if you block the weapon. Some merely grazed by the whip spasmed violently, only to be cleaved in two by Drunk’s sword.
That’s when I looked around and noticed I was fighting in tandem with Drunk. Sword Demon and Lecher were off on their own rampage.
Thunder energy paired with a swordsman. Ice arts paired with a swordsman.
That addition equaled annihilation.
Whenever Lecher burst forward with ice arts, Sword Demon followed up without fail, swinging the Bright Sword to sever throats.
Sword Demon is merciless by nature. From the very start of the battle, he was ending enemies with a single strike, moving swiftly and efficiently. He already seemed to grasp parts of Dokgo’s Double Blade Technique. If I handed him the secret scroll later, I had no doubt he’d master it with confidence.