Login with GoogleChapter 137: Slay the Demon King
Motorcycle?
In the depths of these mountains, there were no roads suitable for motorcycle travel.
It sounded like a magical illusion.
But it got closer and closer, clearer and clearer, until even the woods in the deep mountains were startled and filled with flying birds.
Then, a motorcycle actually drove over and entered this remote mountain village that had been ignored for over thirty years.
Let alone the sword witches, even the teenager from the Demon Clan was deeply surprised. He knew how difficult the journey had been to get here. The surrounding area was filled with evil demons, a great number of them. The slightest movement would be noticed by these extremely malevolent creatures, who would devour anything in their path.
To come here is like searching for the enemy's main general in the midst of a thousand soldiers. It would be a heroic feat to break through alone. Not to mention the complex terrain of the mountains and forests, even a wilderness survival expert would avoid moving around during the night.
But, unfortunately, this person, this motorcycle, arrived at this place and then came to a smooth stop.
The roaring engine of the motorcycle was hot and steamy, with muddy wheels. The once pretty blue paint was now dirty gray.
Even the most handsome motorcycle would have a hard time showing off its elegance after rolling through mud. This kind of motorcycle should witness glory on the racetrack, not be brought to this place to be wasted and covered in dirt. The muddy terrain couldn't unleash its full power to race ahead...
It was meant to be this way.
Unable to resist, a cannibalistic creature turned its body and let out a roar. Without hesitation, the rider twisted the throttle, causing a large amount of mud to splash on the muddy ground. The motorcycle charged forward like a wild beast unleashed.
And then this evil demon died.
It got crushed into the ground, from its upper body to its neck and head, all pushed into the soil. Blood and flesh mixed with mud, forming a messy heap.
It was a vivid and heartbreaking death.
The sword witches were startled, and the Demon Clan teenager was also stunned. Could it be that such a strange and evil creature died just like that? Its death seemed too swift and straightforward. How could it have offered no resistance at all? After all, it was a motorcycle, not an icebreaker ship.
*Rumble, rumble, rumble...* The thunderous roar of the motorcycle filled the air, causing a strong sense of pressure. Even the sword witches involuntarily clutched their sleeves, unsure if it was out of fear or the fear of an unknown visitor. Because what caught the man's attention wasn't that group of demons, but this group of witches.
In the midst of silence, the rider released the throttle of the motorcycle and stepped down from the vehicle. They then took off their helmet and placed it on the motorcycle's rearview mirror.
The sky was gloomy, with a light drizzle falling. The dark sky had no trace of the moon, and even at a close distance, nobody could make out the features of the approaching figure.
As the motorcycle tilted with inertia, its headlights illuminated the young man's silhouette from behind. His coat was partially drenched and dripping with water, while the light bestowed a faint golden halo upon his figure.
Mizuko, holding her red tassel spear, instinctively raised it. However, the other end of the long spear was grabbed and moved away by the young man's hand.
He said, "Good people shouldn't be threatened with a weapon."
At such a close distance, the sword witches finally realized that the young man, who had arrived on a motorcycle, was indeed a human.
He had a dignified appearance, with fair skin and well-proportioned features. It's not that he wasn't good-looking, but his essence was more impressive than his appearance. The light from the motorcycle's headlights shone on his side face, accentuating the clear contours of his facial lines. He had a calm expression, and deep within his eyes seemed to hide an entire ocean. On the surface, he always appeared calm and serene, but at times, there were storms and turbulent waves brewing. Just as he appeared in this place, it was inevitable that everyone present became curious about him.
Bai Wei took a few steps closer and then crouched down within the view of the sword witches. It was only then that they realized he wasn't looking at themselves, but at her.
Saki Jingūji lay in the arms of a sword witch. At first, she looked at him in surprise, and then she raised her hand to rub her eyes, wanting to make sure she wasn't seeing things wrongly.
When she realized that she hadn't seen wrong, her eyes were already red from rubbing.
Before, not a single tear had fallen, but now her nose felt sore and tingly, as if on the verge of crying.
She bit her lip hard, not needing to say a word. Just a single look exchanged between them spoke volumes, more powerful than a thousand words ever could.
The sword witches realized why this mysterious young man had come, and they were all surprised, not knowing what to say.
How did he manage to find his way here?
How did he come here again?
One question after another kept arising, but there was no time to ask them all.
The Demon Clan teenager thought for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't resist his desire to kill. He then snapped his fingers, beginning the fight.
The strange creatures received the order and swiftly came charging, interrupting the greetings before anyone could even speak. They roared and attacked, creating chaos.
The young man continued facing away from the demons. The sword witches were startled, but Jingūji didn't look away. She saw Bai Wei stand up and block out all the scenery behind him. He also created a large protective barrier above him, like a sky canopy.
He suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a Han sword flew out from his cloak. The Ring-head Han sword trembled, finally releasing a roar that drowned out even the sound of the cannibalistic demons.
The sharp blade sparkled, spinning through the air as it decapitated one after another. It thirstily drank the fresh blood, swirling around a full one-hundred and eighty degrees before gracefully landing from the left hand to the right.
The sword, dripping with blood, hung down.
Bai Wei snapped back to reality, his gaze intense and sharp. The sword glimmered as it swung down, instantly transporting him back to a time long ago, inside the RashoMon. There, he drank the blood of demons, feeling both lonely and powerful.
The strange and evil creature was struck on the shoulder by a single powerful sword swing. It had believed that its physical body could withstand the blow, but the sword cut it cleanly in two. Before the agonizing death could fully take hold, the young man grabbed hold of its lower half as it fell. With a force like swinging a warhammer, he smashed it onto the ground, causing the muddy earth to slightly tremble. It created a wave of dirt that splashed out in a crimson hue, revealing that another hidden, lurking evil demon had been shaken to death.
[Overall level 23]
[Overall level twenty-six]
[Overall Level 29]
As he looked around, all he could see were elite creatures, but their markings were all white, not even reaching the level of yellow danger.
Bai Wei kicked away a few evil creatures on the road that hadn't completely lost their breath yet, making sure they met their end sooner. The process of swinging his sword calmly gave off an illusion.
No one knew how he could do it so effortlessly, but when he started killing, he did it in such a casual manner.
In no time, there were fewer than ten demons left.
Perhaps they finally recognized who Bai Wei was, so they stopped their actions and started to retreat.
"You guys come at me!" shouted the young demon of the Demon Clan angrily. "Attack already! What are you afraid of?"
He believed that demons should not be afraid of death, so he shouted loudly.
The monsters hesitated between following orders and feeling afraid. In the end, fear overwhelmed them, and they wanted to turn and run away.
In the next moment, Bai Wei quickly shot the sword witch in the head with precise aim. He found the gun conveniently and each sword witch always carried one. He didn't even need the six bullets, but it would have been a waste to leave them unused.
The Demon Clan teenager felt a bit panicked. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation. His soldiers refused to follow his commands. Did they fear the person in front of them more than betraying his order?
"What on earth are you!" the young demon shouted hoarsely.
He had no shortage of bravery in battle. After giving himself courage with a wild roar, he charged towards Bai Wei. His demonic power was dark and formidable, yet his brute strength was still significant.
Bai Wei skillfully dodged and deflected, swiftly moving his blade. A streak of purple lightning shot out, grazing the Demon Clan teenager as the blade made contact.
The opponent immediately jumped backward like lightning, crashing into the wall and getting a scrape from the blade that broke his skin. Although it was just a minor cut, it made him let out an angry scream.
"I want you to die!"
However, despite only shedding a few drops of blood, he began to wildly shout and unleashed his demonic power. His limbs retreated into his clothing, and then he tore his kimono apart, transforming into a full-sized member of the Demon Clan. His hair was disheveled, and a horn on his forehead measured a foot in length. Compared to before, he exuded a condensed sense of ruggedness, his entire body filled with explosive strength. His skin turned the color of ancient bronze, resembling hardened steel.
Bai Wei glanced at the top of its head.
[Overall Level 35]
[Yamaoni Doji][Unleashing its demonic power]
Very well, the life bar is shining.
He raised the barrel of the gun and fired a series of shots, triggering the bullet time. Guessing the opponent's evasive position, he used muscle movements to anticipate the evasive direction, pre-read, and then pursued with the blade.
He fired a shot, pursued with a blade, fired a shot, pursued with a blade, repeating this three times. The high-ranking demon had already been slashed ten times in a row, covered in injuries, but its flesh wounds miraculously healed quickly.
Bai Wei tried to make a deeper cut, but it was unclear if it was due to a lack of attack power or the level difference. The energy blade was not enough to directly slice through the body blessed with demonic power, and it was even difficult to directly sever the opponent's bones.
He could only keep shooting and searching for weaknesses, but by the seventh shot, his bullets had run out. The opposing side had no idea and instinctively raised his arm in defense. Bai Wei saw an opportunity. He used the pistol as a throwing weapon, hurling it towards the opponent, then charged toward it from below. It was a classic martial arts move called "fang of the fangtooth," which the sword witches had seen Jingūji perform twice before. However, Bai Wei's fangtooth was even more terrifying than hers. The power of his tiger-headed Han sword burst forth as he charged, resembling a fierce tiger descending a mountain, with the impact focused on the blade.
Yamaoni Doji held his hands crossed in front of him, forming a protective barrier. The sharp swords pressed against him, pushing him back for more than twenty meters. He only stopped when his back hit a hill, but the blade almost pierced his arm.
With a loud roar, it suddenly withdrew one of its hands into a tight fist and slammed it into the young man's chest, launching him into the air.
Seeing a person being sent flying to a height of almost ten meters, the sword witches were momentarily stunned and terrified for a second, but this was intentional.
Bai Wei prepared himself for defense in advance, and he was sent flying up into the sky. The real reason for this was because he needed the right distance and height to execute his attack.
Tengu Falls!
The bright blade dazzled, and in an instant, it sliced through the demon's horn.
