Chapter 755: Chapter 610 Purpose Chapter 755: Chapter 610 Purpose Yatagarasu Kensumi was stunned for a moment, but the next second, a hand roughly slapped him, catching him off guard and striking his face. His body flew over ten meters and crashed into the nearby ruins.

“Waste will always be waste!”

Yatagarasu Meiryu coldly huffed.

“Get lost.”

Saying this, he swung his Great Tachi with a strong gust of wind, crudely chopping at Roger.

This attack was entirely different from when he had sparred with Roger. The Spiritual Power enveloping Meiryu was as tangible as reality, and his other pupil gradually turned a pale shade.

At a cursory glance, one would subconsciously associate the burly stature and the current color of his pupils with the old man living at the summit of Hankawa Peak.

Right from the beginning, Roger had found it odd. Yatagarasu Kensumi was the son of Sword Master Cold Crow, yet there was a great disparity between the two in appearance, stature, and temperament.

When they first met, Kensumi always seemed habitually to mimic Sword Master Cold Crow, and the similarities Meiryu shared with Cold Crow would often be attributed to their Guardian Spirits.

Regarding this matter, it seemed Meiryu had no reason to lie; he was, in fact, the true son of Sword Master Cold Crow.

And Yatagarasu Kensumi was but a puppet placed at the forefront.

Why would Sword Master Cold Crow do this?

Pondering this, Roger simultaneously raised his hand to block Meiryu’s strike.

The power of Asura was fading, but even so, Roger’s strength at this moment far surpassed his normal capacity.

Although unclear why Meiryu suddenly attacked him, Roger didn’t mind giving his opponent a surprise.

Yatagarasu Meiryu was burly, the weapon in his hand both exaggerated and domineering; this was no ordinary metal weapon, it likely incorporated some very strange Smithing Techniques.

When blocking Meiryu’s attack, the burly man slightly recoiled. He indeed had an exquisite control over his weapon, and the distance did not affect his ability to wield it.

This was something Roger had experienced before.

He sidestepped and turned, his weapon couldn’t follow, but Meiryu merely propped the ridge of his Great Tachi and then, in the instant of turning around, the board-like weapon underwent a bizarre transformation.

Once his body squared up, Meiryu’s left hand, which had been dragging along the ridge, was now gripping the handle.

The weapon was alive, adjusting itself as Meiryu turned; not only compensating for the weakness of long weapons in close combat but also enhancing the flow and swiftness of his next move.

[Wild Waves]
Meiryu surged forward, a brilliant light in his eyes. Behind him, the undulating Spiritual Energy sketched out the image of a Three-legged Crow.

Roger noticed that one of the crow’s legs shone with a metallic luster, silvery-white, with a dense layer of frost on its body, instantly cooling the surrounding air.

The technique looked unremarkable, but as Roger was about to counter-attack, he quickly sensed something was amiss.

His movements were slowing down.

Not just his movements, but his thoughts as well.

The Aden Dharma Seal erupted, yet in an instant, Roger didn’t detect any anomalies within his mind.

“It’s not interference from the mind?!”

“But why?”

Meanwhile, the speed of Meiryu’s thrusting attack suddenly increased.

Instantly closing the gap between them, it then pierced Roger’s chest!

Crack!

The Quinn Sword Seal was on the brink of collapse, the power of Asura within Roger erupted, and only then did his consciousness begin to recover, with the Sword of Destiny held horizontally before him.

An invisible net of swords enveloped the space around him.

Compressing, repelling.

The Alder Sword Seal bought Roger some time, returning to his senses, his movements drastically changed, hands lifting seemingly carelessly.

Snap!

A series of compact sounds followed, the transmission of force altered, then directed towards Meiryu’s left arm.

Not long ago, his left arm had been severed, although it had now regrown, and the strength and control seemed almost unchanged.

But only almost.

In intense duels, weak points could still emerge.

Yet, knowing a hit was imminent, Meiryu did not choose to retreat or defend. Instead, a bird’s cry rang out and a layer of hard ice formed on the left arm that was about to be struck.

Roger’s attack landed upon it, shattering the icy surface, but the moment gained was enough for Meiryu to respond.

With the large weapon in hand, it took some time to reposition and counterattack after a thrust, but Meiryu then released his grip.

The Great Tachi, like a Black Dragon, weaved, he repositioned, and in the next moment, the weapon was back in his hands.

The distance he had put between himself and Roger was now perfectly within the strongest radius of the Great Tachi’s attack.

[Pale Moon]
A familiar sensation enveloped him; Roger suddenly recalled the scene from Hankawa Peak when he had seen Sword Master Cold Crow in action.

It seemed there were similarities in their methods.

Of course, Meiryu could not reach Cold Crow’s level of dominance, but at this moment, the powerful oppressive force was indeed alarming.

Meiryu in mid-air, eyes fierce and wild, man, sword, and spirit perfectly fused.

His eyes turned pale, and that sensation of time slowing down reemerged.

But this time, well-prepared Roger was not flustered.

The power formed by the Alder Sword Seal had long enveloped the surrounding space, controlled by Roger; these forces lay dormant, ready to explode at a single thought.

Roger’s swordsmanship had improved, and his understanding of the Alder Sword Seal had deepened, evolving from an initial pure outburst into an integrated force that combined control, attack, and transmission.