Chapter Thirteen: Ghost Sword vs Ghost Sword

  A string of sword clashes echoed incessantly, the oppressive atmosphere in the air almost suffocating one's breath.

  After the next stab to the heart, Middy immediately moved the dagger to the abdomen, barely opening a blow from there, and then he moved to the throat, again opening a fatal blow from there.

  The level of this sword spirit was 16 levels higher than Mide, with power and speed, as well as the light sword in his hand that could cut through iron like mud, all of which were overwhelming advantages. Mide had no room for counterattack.

  However, he also had twenty years of experience before his rebirth, which far exceeded the achievements of this killer in front of him under the iron and blood smoke.

  He believed that at such a close distance and in such a position, the opponent's conditioned reflex would most likely lead to a "Three-Section Slash"!

  This is a three-hit combo of swift sword techniques.

  Under the enormous and deadly pressure, Midori felt that at this moment he had returned to the time before his rebirth, that Ghost Cry who had awakened twice and was commanding the wind on the battlefield.

  No eyes, no ears, no breath, nothing at all. When facing his enemy, he only needs the most natural physical reaction.

  Only in this way can we achieve the fastest speed.

  Next will be "Broken Army"!

  Next is "Silver Drop"!

  Then comes "Cross"!

  Between the two swords, countless sparks burst out, and the dense collision sound made people's scalp numb. It was as if they had already anticipated each other's attacking moves. Within two seconds, Middy had continuously parried over a dozen of his opponent's attacks.

  Jianhun did not expect that a mere 19th-level swordsman's close-range defense would be so excellent, and he couldn't help but feel a slight fluctuation in his mind. As a result, a tiny gap suddenly appeared in the connection of his moves.

  Midiwen should take this opportunity to retreat, although he has not been hit once so far. However, just by taking the 35-level Sword Soul's attack, his tiger mouth is slightly cracked, and blood is now flowing straight down along the hilt of the sword.

  However, he didn't do that. A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the black-haired youth, and instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

  All along, he has been waiting for this opportunity.

  19th rank vs 35th rank, originally there was absolutely no chance of resistance, and Midei never thought that the gap between them could be made up for by experience and technology alone. However, as a former twice-awakened Ghost Cry, he knew this profession too well.

  Demon Slayers are not defenders, but attackers. For Demon Slayers, attacking is the best defense.

  If this kind of stalemate continues, there will inevitably be a moment when the rhythm goes wrong. At that moment, can you still predict your opponent's actions? In fact, if this 35-level sword soul really uses brute force to launch a chaotic attack, Mide might not have been able to withstand it at all. It was entirely thanks to his familiarity with the ghost swordsman and the other party's chapter law that he managed to barely hold on against dozens of waves of attacks.

  Now he wants to attack, using offense as defense, to gain more time!

  The power of his entire body converged in an instant, from his legs to his waist, from his waist to his shoulders, and from his shoulders to his hands, all the way to the tip of his sword. His left arm suddenly burst forth with a strong, dark purple light, sweeping across his entire body like a whirlwind, tempering a narrow, cold glow on the icy, emotionless green blade.

  Oni no Kiri!

  Real Oni-killer.

  The pupils of the 35th-level Sword Soul suddenly contracted violently, he couldn't understand why someone without an iron chain on their left arm could use this move, unless they had already changed jobs to Ghost Cry at level 19, which was impossible. What's more, he couldn't figure out how his opponent managed to find room for a counterattack under his stormy and sudden attacks.

  But in any case, he was too late to parry Mitya's long-prepared blow.

  In an instant, a fierce color flashed through Jianhun's eyes. He didn't dodge the Ghost Slasher that was slashing towards him, but instead stabbed his sword at Mide once again.

  This is truly a bloody fight.

  Be ruthless to your enemies and even more ruthless to yourself.

  The two men perfectly showcased the crazy qualities of Ghost Swordsman.

  Two ghostly weapons clashed in mid-air, striking each other's bodies at the same moment. Both let out a muffled grunt under intense pressure, and were sent stumbling backward by the other's desperate strength.

  Mi Di ignored the severe pain in his shoulder and used the momentum to roll backwards continuously, retreating nearly ten meters before dissipating the force of the slash.

  His armor's left shoulder guard was completely shattered, if not for Midgard intentionally wrapping the iron chain made of unknown materials around his shoulders as a form of training and defense, he feared that the entire Ghost Hand would be dislocated. Even so, he still knew that his bones had cracked open, and his left arm could hardly be lifted up.

  This was just a casual strike from the opponent, without much aura attached. The gap in their levels was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

  However, the sword spirit didn't feel good either. Even if his physical strength was strong and his equipment was excellent, being hit by a well-planned Ghost Slasher wasn't enough; he still went forward to increase his power and slash, with disastrous results.

  Jianhun's breastplate was completely split open, a wound with exposed flesh and skin stretched from his left shoulder to his right chest, hot blood gushing out like a crimson waterfall.

  But both of them looked normal.

  For a profession like Kusazuri that has strong destructive power but relatively weak defense, seeing blood, getting injured and even being on the verge of death are all everyday occurrences. A Kusazuri who is afraid to get hurt will never be able to stand at the forefront, only by crawling out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood time and time again can they truly become stronger.

  But today, one of them must die.

  The rampant evil spirit caused the surrounding goblins to flee in a hurry, and only a few cat demons were still cowering in the corner, but they also fully felt the strength of the two sides, and did not dare to approach.

  In an instant, the ruins became extremely quiet.

  But soon, the silence was broken. The Sword Soul Killer said in a low voice: "With your level just now, you have far exceeded the level of a 20-level job changer and should be close to level 25. However, it is still far from my level 35."

  This is not nonsense, nor persuasion, but a kind of psychological pressure. The ignorant are fearless, when you face an opponent who doesn't know the bottom line, maybe dare to challenge, but when you know that the opponent is a strong and invincible person, psychologically collapsed first.

  But for Mide, who had been on the verge of death several times, watched his loved one die in his arms, and even tasted the taste of death once, these were just empty words.

  "Since you're so strong, why don't you try taking another slash from me?" Midori said calmly, with a hint of sarcasm.

  "What if I take another sword?!" The Sword Soul sneered, as if the wound on his body didn't exist. "Although your injury is smaller than mine, can you afford to waste it?"

  He was level 35, his physical strength far surpassing Midee's. Even if he took a few more heavy hits, it wouldn't be a big deal. But for the mere level 19 Midee, just being struck by the large sword in his hand would be enough to make him suffer. In fact, Midee's face was already looking quite terrible, pale to the point of being unable to hide it.

  All of this is the result of the sword's power.

  Killer can afford it, but Middy can't.

  However, even if his weakness was pointed out, Mide remained calm and composed, because he knew that the situation would change soon.

  I am indeed at a disadvantage, but it is only me after all.

  Whether it's the storm queen Fiona with full firepower, or Sigemund and Lilian in a two-on-one situation, they will definitely win in battle.

  It's just the way it is.

  In the previous life, after three average-level assassins around level 30 successfully ambushed, those three people successfully turned the tide of battle, while I myself became a drag on their heels. In this life, although there is an additional level 35 sword soul who is a thorn in the side, as long as that person is trapped by me, then the remaining battlefield will be much better than in the previous life.

  No ambush was laid, and a combat mage was killed in seconds beforehand. The assassin's identity was exposed, the gunner faced two pronged attack, and there was no dragging of feet either.

  Those three people can fully exert their strength.

  Midi firmly believed that they would not only survive smoothly but also achieve a more brilliant victory than the previous generation.

  By then, it will be four against one.

  But his greatest task was to maintain this situation before his companions achieved victory, and to keep the sword soul from truly entering the battlefield.

  "Did I hit the nail on the head?" Seeing Meddy's silence, Jianhun smiled and continued to press his verbal attack. "Perhaps your current plan is to drag out time. I admit, your combat strength is stronger than I imagined, even if it's just one level higher, but do you think my companions will still fight desperately if they can't see any hope of winning?"

  Mi Di couldn't help but furrow his brow, this was indeed a troublesome matter.

  That's right, his winning strategy lies in trusting the strength of Feena and others.

  Midi believes that the future bullet queen can successfully defeat the assassin in a cross-level battle, not just win, but also suppress the firepower and achieve a quick victory. Only then can he get support and survive in the 35-level sword soul's crazy bombing.

  But what if those level 30 assassins also chose to use delaying tactics? After all, it's a level 30 versus a level 20, and if the high-level enemy is determined to delay and escape without regard for their reputation, that would be much easier than fighting head-on.

  "Your companion may not even win, let alone get support." The sword soul's mouth corners rose with a playful and cruel smile. "On the contrary, my side will achieve an utterly crushing victory! And then, I'll use your head as a gift to introduce myself to that little girl, Filina Hamilton!"

  Along with his words that whipped out like a steel whip, the iconic lightsaber in Jianhun's hand suddenly burst into brilliant radiance, illuminating the entire ruins.

  Then this light was like a setting sun, rapidly converging until it finally disappeared, as if nothing had been there at all.

  "Transparent Sword!" Mide's eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity.