They all call me Great Master

Dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

The 'Bandage Swordsman,' with a blood-stained cloak, stepped out of Dar Alley and came onto Cork Street, tracing the elongated shadows of the buildings at twilight.

The rapidly rising yet increasingly spaced buildings created an intricate interplay of light and shadow.

When the blood-red sunlight shined on the 'Bandage Swordsman's' bloodstains, the filth within the blood became as dense as mud, making him appear like an Undead crawling from the earth.

When the profound darkness enveloped the 'Bandage Swordsman's' bloodstains, the blood within seemed to congeal like fire, giving the impression he was an Evil Spirit amidst blazing flames.

He did not belong to either light or darkness.

He did not belong to the human world.

He suddenly halted in his steps.

Because...

Smoke from cooking fires!

The lingering scent of cooking smoke, the ultimate taste of the human world.

He heard the bustling, urging voices from the kitchens.

He heard the cheerful, expectant voices of the children.

He heard the weary yet spirited voices in the dining rooms.

Each sound made him and the entire street all the more out of place. Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

He was like a heretic!

He quickened his pace, amid the terrified and evasive gazes of the passersby, under the expectant eyes of the stalkers, he moved towards No. 2 Cork Street, step by step.

Seeing the sudden appearance of a large banyan tree, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Hehe, the show is starting!"

"What on earth is this thing?"

"Should be an Undead creature, right?"

"Who cares, just keep watching!"

His sharp hearing allowed Eli, a Scout in name for Count Bert, to catch every word of the stalkers around him, which made him curl his lip in disdain.

Undead creature?

Where is there an Undead that can use the 'Slash of Vanquishing Evil'?

But what is this 'Bandage Swordsman'?

Eli was clueless.

But what he did know was because of this 'Bandage Swordsman' appearing right now, not only did he make a fortune, but he also traded for two excellent props from the Cloak Society and Count Bert.

The danger of the Mystic Side kept him from advancing.

Yet the props of the Mystic Side drew him in like moths to a flame.

Who wouldn't love the safe and convenient props of the Mystic Side?

And if you could get your hands on a couple more, who would refuse?

So Eli, who had sworn to himself that he would retire after selling the information, came back again.

'One more time!

One more time and I'll retire—'

'Find a secluded street in the Shire District to set up a shop, run a small tavern!'

Just like last time, Eli told himself this again.

He kept his gaze firmly on the 'Bandage Swordsman,' watching as the figure suddenly took a step to the left, just when the stalkers were still puzzled—

Whoosh!

Crack!

The sound of something cutting through the air had already resounded.

The spot where the 'Bandage Swordsman' had been standing now had its cobblestone surface shattered.

But all the stalkers, including Eli, failed to see what launched the attack!

Then, the 'Bandage Swordsman' took another step to the left.

This time, every stalker widened their eyes.

But,

They still saw nothing clearly.

Still a 'whoosh' followed by a 'crack.'

All they saw was the cracked ground.

'What is that thing?'

Faced with the unknown, Eli instinctively retreated 10 meters and then pulled out the Dagger that had accompanied him the longest.

Some stalkers who also stepped back, their vigilance at first apparent, now looked on with scorn upon seeing Eli's Dagger—they thought that even if they failed to acquire the 'scroll,' they should at least obtain a respectable Firearm.

Dagger?

Even a dog wouldn't use it.

After that, the stalkers only spared a fraction of their attention for Eli.

It was only when they noticed that Eli was retreating again, almost about to leave Cork Street, did the disdain in the stalkers' eyes grow thicker.

Their position was already more than thirty meters away from No. 2 Cork Street, sufficiently safe. How much further back would someone like Eli retreat?

Fifty meters? Sixty meters?

Immediately, no one paid any more attention to Eli.

Such a coward wasn't worth it.

Moreover, the 'Bandage Swordsman' had made another move.

After taking two steps to the left, the 'Bandage Swordsman' leaped to the right in a large bound.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Crack crack crack!

Amidst the continuous sounds of tearing through the air, the ground far to the left of his original position was shattered, a clear sign that the unknown attacks had changed.

But, the 'Bandage Swordsman' had anticipated this once again.

That's right!

Prophetic!

All the stalkers simultaneously harbored this thought deep down.

However, anyone with a bit of insight knew that such 'prophecy' did not exist. It should be a form of battle 'instinct'—an instinct formed by honing one's skills to the utmost and integrating life-and-death combat experience.

It looked simple, but it was incredibly difficult.

Whether it was honing one's skills to the utmost or integrating countless life-and-death experiences, it was not something ordinary people could achieve.

The former was limited by Talent, while the latter was restricted by Death.

To be able to integrate both...

'This 'Bandage Swordsman' is definitely not an unknown nobody!

A strong figure related to the Sank family?

Who could it be?'

Every stalker began to speculate.

And this was exactly what Arthur wanted.

Using Fujin's eyes, he observed the expressions of all the stalkers from the shadows, then he had the [Death Serpent Banyan] launch its next attack.

Of course, it was necessary to 'inform the Bandage Swordsman' beforehand.

The next moment—

The whole Cork Street darkened.

As if night had fallen.

But, every stalker stared dumbfounded at the sky above them.

Hundreds of vines appeared there, blocking the last vestiges of twilight.

At this moment, they finally understood what had been attacking them.

Vines!

Shock reflected in the eyes of each stalker.

They had never imagined that these vines, only as thick as two fingers, could become so powerful, shattering the cobblestone pavement with a whip, breaking bones and snapping sinews on contact with a body!

Even those clad in armor wouldn't escape unscathed!

More importantly...

Quantity!

With so many vines, even if the 'Bandage Swordsman' truly had prophetic ability, he would still be whipped to dust.

But at this moment, the stalkers no longer had the time to worry about the 'Bandage Swordsman'!

Watching the hundreds of writhing, coalescing vines above them, every stalker's scalp began to tingle; those closest to No. 2 Cork Street scrambled backward in a panic.

But, it was too late!

The vines fell like rain.

Those stalkers closest and next closest to No. 2 Cork Street were directly whipped into a pulp.

While those farthest from No. 2 Cork Street were the luckiest, protected by the bodies in front of them and aided by their own speed.

They ran out of the [Snake Vine]'s range of attack.

Almost instinctively, those who escaped turned back to look with lingering fear.

Then, those stalkers stood there, frozen.