Chapter 1535: Chapter 1533: The Legend of the Sword God
"Elder, Elder!" The little fox boy Pike shouted.
"Elder!" Ratman Heitu followed suit.
"Elder?" The swordsmen at the cave entrance also shouted.
But the orange Catman Hachishi leaned against the stone wall without moving.
Gradually, the shouting weakened, the entire cave fell into a deathly silence, and the air was filled with sadness.
Only the young Tiger-man Tyson remained speechless from beginning to end.
Silently, he stepped forward and walked to the front of the orange Catman Hachishi, touching the wound on Hachishi’s body left by the Ghost Wolf, staining his fingers with dark red viscous blood.
"What are you doing, Tyson?" Ratman Heitu questioned with confusion.
Tyson remained silent, smearing three thick streaks of blood onto his face, inhaling deeply as he tightened his four-finger broadsword full of gaps with one hand and picked up Hachishi’s Iron Sword from the ground with the other.
Grasping both swords, Tyson turned around and looked towards the cave entrance.
Everyone’s gaze in the cave was drawn to Tyson, who then spoke, grinding his teeth, red-eyed, "The teacher was right, from now on we must rely on ourselves! Damned Ghost Wolf King, it let its son run wild, killed by the hunters’ trap in the village, yet it wants the whole village to pay, even won’t spare the ones who escaped.
Alright then, let it come, today I will surely satisfy it—by dying in front of it, with one little condition, it dies with me!"
After saying this, Tyson strode towards the cave entrance.
The others hesitated, eyes flickering, inspired, then picked up their weapons and followed along.
Just as the group was about to walk out the entrance, a gust of strong wind suddenly blew inside, making them stagger and nearly fall.
As they finally steadied themselves, they were startled to find a new person in the cave—Richard.
You...
Tyson and the others looked at Richard with confusion.
You guys...
Richard also curiously looked at Tyson and the others for a few seconds, squinting as he asked, "What happened to you?"
"We encountered the enemy, the teacher was killed by them and we were about to avenge him, and fight to the death against them," Tiger-man Tyson replied.
"Mr. Hachishi is dead?" Richard turned to look at Hachishi leaning against the stone wall and commented, "Not really, right?"
"Hmm?" Tyson and the others were a bit stunned.
Richard stepped up to Hachishi, placed his finger under Hachishi’s nose, and declared seriously, "Look, he’s still breathing, just very weakly. Actually, a simple healing could restore him."
"Healing? How to heal?" Tyson frowned deeply.
"Like this," continued Richard, laying Hachishi flat on the ground and pressing a hand on the wound. The blood flow from the wound quickly reduced, and in no time scabbed over and healed. Then Richard retrieved a glass tube filled with thick green liquid from his clothes, opened the stopper, and poured it into Hachishi’s mouth.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp..."
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Under Tyson and the others’ gaze, "dead" Hachishi coughed abruptly after swallowing the liquid for three seconds, as if resurrected.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
A fit of heart-wrenching coughs, and Hachishi slowly sat up, feeling his way with both hands, his face still pale but his spirit visibly much improved.
Hachishi initially looked confusedly around, scanning the shocked and wide-eyed Tyson and the others before finally focusing on Richard.
After hesitating, Hachishi asked, "Friend from the East, was it you who saved me?"
"You could say that," Richard didn’t deny it.
"Was it really you?!" Hachishi widened his eyes, "How should I thank you..."
"If you want to thank me, well," Richard swiftly interjected, "there’s something I’d like to ask Mr. Hachishi."
"Ask me? What’s the matter? Please go ahead."
"It’s like this. Before, Mr. Hachishi, you gave me a bead as a memento, correct?"
"Correct."
"Mr. Hachishi, you also mentioned that the bead was passed down from your village and there were several of them, right?"
"Also right."
Richard’s expression turned solemn as he seriously said, "What I want to ask is, how can I obtain the remaining beads."
"The remaining beads?" Hachishi froze and questioned in a puzzled manner, "Why do you want those useless beads?"
"That’s my secret. Right now, I just hope Mr. Hachishi can tell me the method to obtain them."
"Well..." Hachishi hesitated, pondering for a long time before answering, "Honestly, I didn’t deceive you about the beads’ origins, they were passed down from earlier times, totaling nine, not valuable, at best symbolically. In the village, there were nine Sword Masters, each had a bead. I gave you mine, as for the others’ beads..."
"In the village?" Richard asked.
"No." Hachishi smiled bitterly, "Before I left the village, it was already destroyed, the nine Sword Masters besides me were all killed in battle against the Ghost Wolves. So, the remaining beads only have one destination, they were eaten by the Ghost Wolves along with the Sword Masters’ bodies—this is true, for some reason, Ghost Wolves seem to like the taste of beads; I personally saw several Ghost Wolves fight over a bead on a companion’s corpse, with one finally grabbing and swallowing it."
"According to what Mr. Hachishi said, does that mean if I kill all the Ghost Wolves outside, I can obtain those beads?"
"This..." Hachishi hesitated for a moment and said, "Theoretically, yes, but it’s too difficult, as there are hundreds of Ghost Wolves outside, you’d need an organized army to annihilate them; although you’re strong, you’re no match for them..."
"Not necessarily." Richard smiled slightly at Hachishi, without further explanation, and walked out of the cave.
In the next instant, continuous screams rang out, followed by "Boom, boom, boom" successive explosions.
Hachishi and Tyson, bewildered, quickly chased after him and then widened their eyes at a scene they would never forget for life.
Richard was seen walking leisurely from the hilltop to the hillside, as if strolling. Ghost Wolves wildly rushed at him, trying to teach him a lesson, but as soon as they neared within twenty meters of Richard, they instantly exploded into blood mist under some unknown force.
"Boom, boom!"
Blood mist rose again and again in view, and the Ghost Wolves rapidly died off.
When nearly half the Ghost Wolves were killed, the remaining ones grew fearful, stopped their suicidal charge, and turned to flee in all directions.
At this moment, Richard blinked, gazing at all the fleeing Ghost Wolves.
"Swish!"
Instantly, the Ghost Wolves simultaneously exploded, their sounds merging into one, a vast and magnificent red mist rose within sight, lingering for a long time before dissipating.
Hachishi and his companions were thoroughly stunned, as Richard’s displayed power completely surpassed the limits of their imagination.
In their old thinking, the Sword Saint was undoubtedly the most powerful being, capable of using master swordsmanship combined with Qi to slay numerous opponents.
But even the strongest Sword Saint couldn’t compare to Richard effortlessly killing hundreds of Ghost Wolves in a few steps, leaving not even bodies behind.
Was this the legendary God?
Hachishi and his group couldn’t help but feel the urge to kneel and worship, restraining the impulse with considerable effort.
Richard, however, paid little attention to Hachishi and his companions’ reactions, watching the ground around instead. With a wave of his hand, six blood-red beads flew up, landing in his hand, and he smiled contentedly.
Six beads, although different from the eight beads Hachishi mentioned, were already sufficient for use.
Then let’s try heading to the Space Jump Point.
Grasping the beads, Richard looked back at Hachishi and said, "Mr. Hachishi, I’ve got the beads, let’s call it even for saving you. Next, I wish you all a safe journey, we... shall meet again if fate allows."
With these words, Richard took a step forward, quickly became transparent, and disappeared from view.
"Thud!"
Hachishi’s group finally couldn’t hold on any longer, the swordsmen, Ratman Heitu collapsed in succession, while Tiger-man Tyson was a beat slower, sitting on the ground, looking at Hachishi asking, "Teacher... who exactly did we see?"
"Him... perhaps he is the Sword God..." Hachishi murmured, feeling the fully healed wound on his body.
The little fox boy Pike asked naively, "Elder, what is the Sword God?"
"The Sword God... of course is a God... a God..." Hachishi replied, gazing at Richard’s previous position with a complex expression.
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