A big cross-shaped wound was visible on the body of Demon Yule. Blood and innards were bursting out from it. Even his mouth started to vomit.

Yeman's mouth extended to a smile. That technique just now, he wondered what it was. It looks cool and overwhelming. It looks divine too. Perfect against a demon opponent.

However, before they could celebrate, "Har, har, har!" they heard Demon Yule's hoarse and eerie chuckle.

Sword Martial Turo's instinct screamed for the coming danger! Without wasting time, he ducked! 

Whoosh!

Just right when he ducked, a big flat knife passed an inch above his head. Although he was able to dodge it, some strands of his hair flew in the air.

Sword Martial and even Yeman showed surprised faces. They wondered how Demon Yule could still move even with such a wound.

But their eyes soon glued to the belly of Demon Yule, to where the big wound was. It started to clot. No! It wasn't just clotting! It was healing on its own.

With just a second, the cross-shaped wound on its belly was gone.

"!!"

Sword Martial Turo dove and rolled to evade the follow-up attack of Demon Yule. He was rapidly brandishing the big flat knife in hand towards the Sword Martial Turo.

A toothy grin appeared in the face of Demon Yule. The next second, it jumped high in the air. Sword Martial Turo balled his eyes, reflected in it was the falling enemy. His figure became bigger and bigger as he fell towards him.

But Sword Martial Turo shook the thought about falling. He knew that the enemy did it to stomp him.

"Har har har! Kill the traitor!"

Bang!

The impact shook the building. People outside were starting to wonder what was going on. 

A shockwave had generated that threw the Sword Martial away.

He killed the momentum by piercing the tip of his sword on the tiled floor. The longsword grazed the floor for quite a distance before it stopped.

Seeing that his target, Sword Martial Turo, was able to dodge his attack, Demon Yule gaped towards him and sent an ear-piercing shrill.

The pressure took down a segment of the ceiling. It fell on the floor and created a loud crash.

After gaining his ground, Sword Martial Turo did not waste another second and quickly condensed another magical energy.

"In the name of Sword Martial, I shall take your life as the befitting punishment for all your crimes!"

"Sword Martial-The Second Punishment!"

"Sword Mastery Level 1!"

"The Gaping Draconic!"

Brilliant color magical energy burst out from his feet and sword.

With a glowing sword in his hand, he rushed towards the demon. He made two consecutive leaps. But in the perspective of others, his movement was so agile that he left some after-image behind.

Like a gaping shining dragon, his figure shot in an instance to the Demon Yule.

Demon Yule sneered at him and brandished his weapon downward.

He attempted to tear the enemy in half. But his attack hit nothing. Still, with a grotesque grinning face, he quickly glanced behind, to where the Sword Martial passed by.

However, 

"!!"

"Eh?"

Demon Yule was puzzled when suddenly his vision started to turn upside-down. No, he was falling! But how?!

Just then, he saw a limb come flying in front of his face.

"Whart--!" Demon Yule wondered how it happened. But he had no time to be in a daze.

He summoned more strength on his other foot and stopped the momentum of falling.

The cut to where his limb was supposed to be, had started to heal.

The shining silhouette passed by once again. Then an arm flew in the air.

Yeman was staring in awe at the figure of the Sword Martial. No doubt. A true Sword Martial. He was dominating the battlefield with his fast striking sword.

The Sword Martial came sprinting once again. Like a dragon, biting his prey little by little. He looked like he was skimming the enemy. 

The Demon Yule was seemingly annoyed. He squinted his eyes at the approaching high-speed enemy.

While his foot was still in the process of restoring, one of his arms was also cut and flew away.

He could not evade the attack of the Sword Martial as his foot was still not fully healed.

"Die Demon!"

Sword Martial Turo yelled. One more rushed to kill the enemy. But, suddenly, from the demon's body, a dark reddish aura burst out from it.

In the demon's mind, he could not die. Not now! Not tomorrow, and will never be in the future. He will become the true ruler of this world. With his power, he believed he could rule the whole world.

Turo noticed the dark fume gathering around the Demon's body.

'Miasma?' he thought. But he could not stop his feet from rushing forward. Also, he believed that this miasma from a lowlife criminal was not enough to stop him from getting his deserving justice.

"Father?"

"Honey?"

Tap! Sword Martial Turo suddenly went to a stop while staring to the front, with his face wearing a dumbfounded expression.

He heard two familiar voices. 

"A-Amelia?"

"Amy?"

He called his wife and daughter's names. Then, two figures materialized in front of him.

"Yes father, are you okay?"

"Honey, are you sick?"

The two of them responded with a worried look on their faces.

He stared at them. The beautiful face of his wife and the cute face of his little daughter were the same faces who greeted him every morning.

"H-How come...?"

Turo could not believe what his eyes were seeing. Could he be hallucinating? Or was everything that happened just a dream? He was stupefied.

"Father! Let's go!" Urged his daughter while grabbing his finger.

"Honey, stop day-dreaming and take a bath already. You know, it was the promised day that we were going to visit mom and dad in the manor."

Said his wife, with her usual pose, whenever she came to wake him up. Both of her hands were on his waist and had her body slightly bend forward to him.

Sword Martial Turo was staring at them with yearning in his eyes.

No way!

It wasn't real.

He said in mind. But his heart opposed. He wanted to believe that it was real, that his dear wife and daughter were alive all along.

"Hey! Oldman! Wake up!"

"....."

"This is bad." Turo heard someone's voice. Then it was followed by the noise of something that rapidly flew in the air.

If he made a guess based on what he heard, it seemed as though someone was throwing an object.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

GUUUWWWAAAARRRRGGGH!!!

After the rapid noise, a wail was heard by him. Then he saw the figure of his wife and daughter slowly faded away.

With tears in his eyes, 

"No, Amelia! Amy!"

"Don't go!"

He tried to grab and embraced them. But they suddenly turned into dark minions. He froze on the spot.

Guhehe! 

The dark minions laughed impishly.