Chapter 009: One Side

At that very moment, on the other side of the garden, Oscar spun his long black sword in one hand while watching Du Fan and that shaman priest fighting fiercely. He couldn’t help but sigh softly, “That young master Du Fan is truly extraordinary. I heard he mastered combat energy within just three months. Could it be he really knew nothing before? Why do I feel his magic is far stronger than his combat energy? The Imperial Capital… it truly is a place full of hidden talents…”

The barbarian warrior standing across from him smiled oddly. “What… Rolandian, are you worried about your companion? Don’t worry. With me here, I’ll soon take you to meet him. You two will eventually embark on the journey to hell along with everyone else in this city. Don’t you think that’s a perfect outcome?”

“Ahahaha…” Oscar chuckled lightly, glanced at the barbarian warrior, and said, “I never thought you barbarians could speak in such refined terms. It seems over the years you’ve learned something—knowing to adopt some of the continent’s culture. I suppose mastering this way of speaking must have been quite difficult for you.”

The warrior snorted in response, staying silent. Oscar glanced at him disdainfully and said, “What I hate most about you barbarians is that you think you’re something special even though you’re nothing at all. Do you really think your shaman priest can do anything to that young master? Hmph… If the Rolandians were really as malleable as you think, would you still need to hide in the desolate northern lands for so many years, living such a miserable life?”

“Arrogant Rolandians,” the warrior said, anger flashing across his face. “I originally planned to give you a more honorable death, but I must admit your way of speaking was quite effective. Just a few words and you managed to anger me. So now, I’m ready to chop off your head and use it as a night pot…”

“A night pot? Do you barbarians even use such things?” Oscar sneered. “If I remember correctly, you just find any place and…”

“Shut up!” the barbarian warrior growled. “I originally wanted to let you live a little longer, but since you insist on dying, then I’ll send you on your way…”

As he spoke, the mighty warrior slowly raised the two strange swords in his hands. The barbs at the tips of the swords were entwined together, seemingly inseparable. Under the moonlight, these intertwined swords seemed to possess some strange hue that could mesmerize people.

Oscar stared at the two swords, his eyes narrowing involuntarily. “What fine swords… These must be your barbarian’s famous swords, Flower Heaven Mad Bone, right? What an imposing name, what imposing swords…” After saying that, he sighed before turning away, as if reluctant to leave them behind.

The barbarian warrior nodded at Oscar and exclaimed, “I never expected that among your Roland people, there would be someone who recognizes these two swords. It seems I underestimated you… If you can recognize them, you must not be an obscure person either. To match your status, the Hellish Flame carried by Flower Heaven Mad Bone will burn everything that belongs to you to ashes—this should be a fitting death for you.”

“No corpse left after death? What a dignified way to die…” Oscar smiled. “It’s a shame I’m just an ordinary bard, and I still have many things to do. So what should I do? It seems I can’t die here tonight… Ah, right…”

As he spoke, Oscar sized up the warrior several times and sneered, “How could I forget? If I just keep your head, I won’t need to die, right?”

“Well then… ignorant fool…” Oscar seemed to sigh softly. “I… am going to act now…”

With a loud boom, a blue combat aura surged into the sky. Oscar seemed to be completely enveloped by this blue light. Those seemingly burning translucent flames, along with his black sword, also appeared to be covered by this blue, until not even a trace of black was visible.

A fierce killing aura spread out, as if shaking the entire earth.

Although the barbarian warrior’s expression was unreadable, he gripped Flower Heaven Mad Bone tightly, clearly extremely nervous. Staring at Oscar’s surging aura, he couldn’t help but mutter, “Level five? Level six? Level seven… No… This is impossible… If this guy were that strong, how could he have been forced back by those low-level warriors just now?”

Amidst the blue flames, Oscar seemed to smirk and said, “Oh, they say you barbarians have no brains—can’t even figure out something so simple? It’s because I don’t want that young master Du Fan to see through my strength! In front of someone like him, if I don’t hold back, I’m afraid I might get swallowed whole, boneless… Hm… It seems they’ve finished over there. Should we finish as well?”
Oscar slowly raised his sword, pointing its tip at the chest of the barbarian warrior from afar, a fierce killing intent emanating from it…
The barbarian warrior’s expression remained unchanged. The Flower Heaven Crazy Bones in his hands slowly separated, and as he moved, a layer of black flames ignited above the sword tip. Then, with a flash, his two swords intertwined, carrying a hint of paleness and darkness, as he charged at Oscar.
Click…
The barbarian warrior trembled violently. He felt an irresistible force coming from the intertwined Flower Heaven Crazy Bones. He couldn’t help but take a few steps back, yet his hands still trembled slightly.
Gritting his teeth, the barbarian warrior muttered a curse in some incomprehensible language. With a wave of his hand, a mass of black combat energy surged from his body, somewhat similar to the black flames on the Flower Heaven Crazy Bones…
“Is this what you barbarians call a secret technique?” Oscar’s voice came slowly, laced with sarcasm. “I thought your gods would bestow something on you. Turns out this so-called secret technique isn’t much different from combat energy… Let me see… Level six? Level seven? No, it should be level eight, right?”
Finally, a hint of surprise appeared in Oscar’s voice. “I didn’t expect someone among you barbarians to be able to master this technique to level eight? No wonder you can use the Flower Heaven Crazy Bones… No wonder…”
The barbarian warrior seemed to frown. He said in a deep voice, “Who exactly are you? Why do you know so much about our barbarians’ affairs?”
Oscar sighed. “Didn’t I say it already? I’m just an ordinary bard…”
The barbarian warrior snorted. “Since you refuse to speak, then forget it. Knowing the name of a dead person is of no use…”
With that, he flashed forward, thrusting the Flower Heaven Crazy Bones at Oscar, one after the other.
Oscar sneered and swung his long sword. Instantly, black and blue combat energies intertwined, consumed each other, and collided…

The moonlight in the sky seemed to lose its color under the influence of combat energy…
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The movements of those warriors suddenly became extremely strange as Du Fan spoke. Initially, these masked warriors had murderous intent in their eyes as they stared at Du Fan, but after hearing his words, their expressions turned utterly confused… It seemed… it seemed that as long as it was Du Fan’s order, it didn’t matter to listen to it.
The shaman priest was initially baffled by Du Fan’s actions, but when he saw Du Fan control those warriors with just a few words, he became panicked and couldn’t help but shout, “Verbal magic! It’s verbal magic! You can actually use verbal magic!”
His voice seemed filled with fear, confusion, surprise, and other emotions. Without any means to conceal them, his voice wasn’t that strange—it actually… sounded a bit like a woman’s…
However, this thought flashed through Du Fan’s mind. Hmph, who you are doesn’t matter… Even if you’re a breathtakingly beautiful woman, if you want my life, I’ll have to cut off your head first…
With that thought, Du Fan roared again, “Attack! Hurry up and attack! Cut off that woman’s head!”
The warriors’ movements had been somewhat sluggish before; clearly, verbal magic’s effect on them wasn’t as strong this time. But after Du Fan added those words, their movements became smoother, and each of them showed murderous intent as they stepped forward toward the shaman priest in the middle.
The shaman priest seemed to have regained some composure from her panic. Although she was still trying hard to resist the petrification spell, she couldn’t help but mutter, “I never thought you’d not only know Space Tear Slash but also verbal magic… You kid… you’re truly strange. This time, I absolutely can’t let you go…”
With that, she glared at Du Fan again and said, “Cute little guy, don’t think you’re something special just because you know these tricks. Your skills may be impressive, but your overall strength is too weak—nothing you can do against me.”