Back at the camp of players and soldiers…

“HAHAHAH!!! I’m level 6 now! I’m the highest levelled player in Japan! HAHAHA!” A tall, muscular Japanese man boomed in the camp. The crowd around him admiring his strength like flies to light.

“Wow! Please take me as your disciple, Juboju-san!”

“Hey, my name is Mad Berserker now. Mad Berserker got it?”

“Wow, the Mad Berserker is so cool.”

But as people crowed around the Mad Berserker, Atsushi and his group entered the camp, faces sullen and gloomy from the lost of a comrade. But then suddenly someone pointed at Atsushi…

“He’s level 7!!”

“Holy shit! He is level 7.”

“Oh my god! There was someone higher than the Mad Berserker!”

The crowd surrounding Mad Berserker all dashed towards the new ‘highest’ level person. Atsushi stumbled under the crowd, raising his hand only to find that he has no clue what to do.

“Move.”

An icy voice jerked everyone awake, and they turned to the source of the voice. Karin stood behind the much bigger brawler, yet her piercing gaze seemed to gaze into their souls. The crowd immediately dispersed but one or two of them whispered to themselves. “Wow! The four of them are level 5 or 6!” “Damn! how did they level up so fast.!”

Even the Mad Berserker was showing an ugly expression, all his fame for being the highest level player in Japan gone in an instant. The Mad Berserker was seething, desperate to force the methods of levelling from the brawler, but a level 6 would never beat a level 7, not to mention of the level 6 archer next to him. To get to level 6 he had to hire teams of players to hunt monsters and leave the last kill to him. Even then, he knew exactly how hard it would be for a player to level up to level 7, it was infuriating.

Atsushi sighed as the crowd dispersed, one word was pestering his already tired mind.

“Strongest?”

What a joke… the strongest is leagues ahead of me…

Karin noticed his gloomy expression and punched him on the shoulder, “Hey, there’s no need to feel depressed about it, we’ll meet him sooner of later.”

Atsushi nodded, smiling faintly before staring at the night sky.

“Someone like him should be in dungeons now…”

>>>

Han Ling’s sword blurred, his body appearing behind the group of kobolds.

-169 -189 -187 -176 -151…

All sorts of red numbers appeared above the kobolds, instantly killing them on the spot. Their blood left their bodies before they even fell, flowing in the air towards the red ruby. Dense blood red mana spewed out of the ruby, coating the blade like a sheath.

Han Ling took a deep breath and slashed horizontally, watching the mana explode outwards in a sword slash, slicing the weak kobolds in half.

[You have slain LVL 4 Kobold] x 9.

Han Ling sighed, feeling the blood dance dissipate into the air. But then the sword vibrated violently, and a notification appeared in front of his eyes.

[The third seal has been unlocked…]

Han Ling widened his eyes, unable to help himself from grinning like a maniac.

[Third Seal has been Unlocked. Technique Six Bloody Sins has been unlocked.

[Six Blood Forms (Uncommon Technique)

Remark: One of the many techniques of the Bloody Baron, it was said this technique could kill with only blood… ]

Han Ling threw a punch towards the red sky, whooping as loud as he could. He’s only level 10, yet he has already obtained a power so great even LVL 40s fear it.

Just in time, a couple of kobolds approached the human, raising their shields and swords, taking a combat stance.

Han Ling’s mouth twitched upwards, before he placed his right foot forward, holding his sword with both hands, he rushed forward and sliced the head of a kobold in one move. He spun between a group of kobolds, stabbing the heart of one before spinning around and slashing the throat of another. Blood sprayed into the air, except they didn’t go straight to the ruby, they flowed around the swordsman as if it was protecting him.

But then Han Ling softly ushered a command.

[First Form: Red Burst]

The floating blood solidified into red single edged sabres, hovering next to the swordsman. A total of five red sabres floated around the swordsman, sucking up the excess blood like a vacuum. The soldiers had no choice but to retreat, seeing an enemy so mighty, they could do nothing.

Han Ling then raised his hand before pointing at the group of Kobolds. “Red Burst.”

The sabres slashed forward, cleaving kobolds in half, tearing their necks, slicing bone like butter. The Kobolds stood no chance in escaping, they could only stare at the swordsman as the now nine sabres ended their little lives.

Silence hung over the massacre…

The only sound was the soft yet menacing hum of nine blood red sabres hovering around a teen. The Bloody Baron shall rise again…