A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

“Well done!” The crowd cried instinctively as they whooped for Jared. In the meantime, Kazuo wore an ugly look on his face, but his glare was not directed at Jared. Instead, it was fixed on Evangeline. No ordinary mortal could have recognized Esiotrotus!

Scowling, Jun rose from the ground. A katana, the color of blood, emerged in his hand with souls of the da*ned circling the blade. It was plain that many had fallen under the weapon in Jun’s hand.

The crimson glow flickered, and Jun’s entire body turned red as if he had been bathed in blood. The sighs of the da*ned souls emanated from Jun with an aura of carnage in the aftermath of a battle.

Dragonslayer Sword in Jared’s hand glowed and hummed incessantly like a bloodthirsty predator with its sights set on its prey. The wrathful spirits, sensing the aura of Dragonslayer Sword, stirred uneasily as if it was trying to edge away from it.

Jun frowned at the sight. My own weapon is cowering before the fight began. “Set your blood essence ablaze to awaken the spirit of the samurai within you,” Kazuo rumbled, with the authority of the primordial earth.

Jun bit down on his tongue without hesitation and spat a mouthful of blood onto

a taste of blood. Cowering no more, the

a terrifying force that seemed to descend from the heavens. Baring their bloody maws, the spirits

emitted a golden beam that ascended to the heavens before sending forth streaks of light and illuminating

were initially vicious writhed in agony upon the merest contact with the golden light before dissipating in a wisp of

the golden light remained and shone onto Jun, whose features were contorted by a look

dense, black smog before it quickly dissipated. In the meantime, Kazuo shuddered. Jared’s

that the latter was possessed by a spirit, except that he did not expect Kazuo to have survived and dispatched his spirit into the body