Chapter 704: Chapter 585: Earth Bear Chapter 704: Chapter 585: Earth Bear Among all, it was Honda Hinata, under the influence of Roger’s swordsmanship, who first sensed the crisis.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes.

Not because of the formidable power in Roger’s swordsmanship, but because of something he could not comprehend at all, something that had even transcended the form of swordsmanship.

In that instant, myriad bizarre thoughts surged through Honda Hinata’s mind.

He felt that perhaps he should not strike down his opponent with lethal force.

If this young man were allowed to live and continue to grow, in ten or twenty years, in the not-too-distant future, he might be able to change the entire cultivation system.

But almost in an instant, that incomprehensible animosity and envy filled his entire chest.

There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill the young man before him at all costs, in the next moment.

Roger noticed the changes occurring within him.

He understood that because of the existence of the Hunter’s Cabin, even with the personal guidance of Sword Master Cold Crow, Roger would inevitably tread a completely different path.

Because of the Dharma Seal.

It was the product of another set of rules, something that did not belong to this world.

Just like that strike a moment ago, even Roger himself did not understand how he managed to do it.

He just instinctively felt it.

I can do this.

Then the explosive power found equilibrium, surprisingly restraining Honda Hinata’s body.

“You must die here!”

Honda Hinata roared, and the next moment, the immense Mystic Turtle broke free from his body and entered the Divine Passage Realm. The Guardian Spirit, though not a living being, also sensed the presence of something that contradicted its existence.

Hisss!

The Mystic Turtle’s body began to disintegrate as something like blood and flesh flowed into Honda Hinata’s body, and then his body started to collapse as well.

The skin on the surface withered like wild grass, black smoke swirled around, and Honda Hinata burned the last of his life force.

[Overbearing Strike]
He staked his life on it. After this attack, regardless of the outcome, he was certain to die.

Meanwhile, guided by Roger, the explosive power sealed in the entire space was also completely released.

Roger had seen through the particular speciality of the Guardian Spirit Mystic Turtle.

The ultimate defense brought with it reckless investment.

Every attack laid upon Honda Hinata would accumulate within his body.

Just like pressure applied to a spring, which, before reaching its limit, can even rebound with great force.

But likewise,
a single collapse could trigger a chain reaction.

The Mystic Turtle’s defense could not be broken.

If it broke, it meant death.

Because their defense could not be reestablished in one battle.

This was a type of investment regardless of consequences, which is why it garnered a defensive power far surpassing those of the same level.

It’s no exaggeration to say that among peers, the Mystic Turtle’s defensive power might even surpass that of Funiu.

But just like a turtle’s shell,
a turtle with a broken shell has only one path–death.

Even if swordsmanship could multiply the force several times or even more in the instant of striking, after Honda Hinata burned his life force, the difference in Spiritual Power between the two was again widened.

The tremendous pressure had already sunk the ground around Roger, the Quinn Sword Seal was still holding up, and some of its force was also reflected back onto Roger.

Roger exhaled, then completely abandoned his defense in exchange for an even more extreme burst of power.

Compared to Honda Hinata, Roger held another absolute advantage that others did not possess.

That was his spirit and flesh, blessed by the Pale Blood after two trials!

The Sword of Destiny hummed softly as Roger’s amplified power was utterly transmitted outward.

Loud explosions fused into a continual roar, the overpowering Spiritual Power sweeping all around, forcing those slightly weaker to activate their defenses and quickly retreat.

Everyone looked on with shock; this was a battle that was thought to be one-sided, yet it ended with such a dazzling outcome.

At a certain spot on the mountaintop, Sword Master Funiu’s expression returned to calm, his gaze slightly lowered as he turned and walked in the direction of the great hall.

“Bring him to see me in a while.”

A thought emerged, and Sword Master Funiu changed his mind.

Without needing to be explicit, Miyanori Chiyoko also knew who Sword Master Funiu was referring to.

“How could that old guy Sword Master Cold Crow have such good luck?”

“If he can live another ten years, in ten years, Hankawa will have another unbeatable Sword Master Cold Crow!”

“You’re wrong, Miyanori.”

“It’s not Cold Crow…”
“That other old man isn’t lucky; he’s harsh enough!”

“He’s spent most of his life, and the lives of countless young talents, to find a successor who fits with the core Secret Technique of the Yatagarasu Fraction.”

“In fact, a long time ago, the teacher already told me that the swordsmanship of Yatagarasu would definitely end in the hands of Sword Master Cold Crow.”

“Because he’s too unique; no one else can learn his sword.”

Sword Master Funiu sighed softly.

“I really wish the teacher could see this; a swordsman even better than Sword Master Cold Crow has appeared.”

“It’s unbelievable.”

Sword Master Funiu’s voice gradually faded.

Miyanori Chiyoko’s gaze returned to calm, admitting to herself that she really misjudged the situation with this young man.

By that time, the dust on the field had settled, and the victor had been decided.

One stood, one knelt.

“Who sent you to kill me?”

Roger asked.

Honda Hinata said nothing, and the next second, all the luster on his face vanished, his life force extinguished and dissipated into ash.

Roger loosened his grip, immediately followed by an explosion of Spiritual Power within him, as if an invisible hand sought to tear him apart, inflicting extensive wounds upon his body, blood surged forth, drenching him in red.