Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Now that the ghost fox had been slain, Han Sen believed he could ransack Ghost Mountain alongside Little Silver.
But the silver fox, after receiving the Life Geno Essence, disappeared for a few days.
Han Sen was still awfully weak, and was in no condition for solo travel. He thought the silver fox might have gone to the ghost foxâs den, but Han Sen had no idea where that might have been. Since it was too dangerous for him to venture there in such a weak state of body, he didnât dare leave the shelter.
After a period of rest and recovery, Han Sen found himself nearing full recuperation. But just as he was, he was alerted to the nearby presence of a swathe of angry creatures and spirits.
The leader was clad in black-iron armor, and he wielded a black-iron greatsword. He rode atop a lion, whose fur was also black.
Many powerful creatures and spirits trailed behind him, as a wake.
They had come to the front of the shelter once before, but this was while Han Sen was back in the Alliance. The silver fox had been there at the time, and he managed to ward them off by incinerating a few.
Learning a high number of creatures and spirits had come for them, Lin He and Lin Weiwei returned to the Alliance so they could fetch Han Sen.
After returning to the sanctuary, Han Sen picked up Baoâer and ascended one of the shelterâs watchtowers. There, he used his Dongxuan Aura to measure the strength of those that sought to oppose him.
Amongst the collective that had now gathered in front of the shelter, Han Sen espied the presence of a small sacred-blood creature that looked like a pigeon. This pleased him.
Sacred-blood creatures that were small in size were quite a rarity. He could finish that pigeon in one sitting, easy.
There were a few other sacred-blood creatures there as well, but they were too big and none tickled his fancy in particular. The second smallest was the black lion, but a preliminary examination suggested it would be inedible for him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âContemptible humans; how dare you assault and claim my shelter for your own? Lay down your arms and submit to slavery and I will spare your lives. This is the only offer for such mercy you will receive,â Ghost-Sword Prince coldly proclaimed.
âWhat do we do? Should we return to the Alliance?â Zhao Xinâs face seemed disturbed.
âDonât worry; itâs only a royal spirit.â After that, Han Sen turned his head to address the spirit below. He said, âHm, this seems rote. How about we spice things up with a duel? If you defeat me, then by all means, enslave us all.â
âFine,â Ghost-Sword Prince agreed.
Han Sen had embarrassed him, directly in front of his father, no less. Killing them all in a crude siege would have been too simple for Ghost-Sword Prince, so a duel for the regaining of the honor he thought he had lost was a concept he rather enjoyed.
Ghost-Sword did not think much of humans. He thought they werenât very powerful, due to most of the human population being mere slaves in the Third Godâs Sanctuary.
And he wasnât entirely wrong. Humans had become slaves to the overwhelming strength of spirits all across the Third Godâs Sanctuary, and humans of some renown were in very short supply. / update by
Luo Haitang was a human of renown, but his time had come and gone.
Han Sen drew his Taia sword and leapt down to the grassy fields below. He said, âCome on, show me what youâve got.â
No human could talk to him like that, or so he thought. Being addressed in such a boorish fashion enraged him, so he spared no time in trying to swing his black-iron greatsword down on Han Sen.
It was a geno weapon he wielded. It might not have had the glow or sheen that was typical of such weaponry, but it had a dark and imposing figure. The sword itself looked powerful and unbreakable.
Dong!
Han Sen used his Blood-Pulse Sutra to perform a guard with Taia.
The force that came down on the sword was tremendous, and it knocked Han Sen back about ten feet. Still, Taia was left without a scratch.
âYou must have a death wish, to willingly fight one such as I.â After Ghost-Sword Prince finished speaking, he lunged forward for another strike.
Han Sen knew his power was weaker than the Princeâs, who seemed reliant on the use of raw, physical damage. But since that was only one element of the fight, it didnât concern him.
Han Sen could have used super king spirit mode, but he didnât want to. He thought itâd be a waste of time and strength, using it on a foe he didnât deem worthy enough to be the recipient of its might.
Han Sen used Aero and Double Fly, and attacked like a dive-bombing phoenix.
Sword-Ghostâs power was no joke, and each strike could have proven fatal if they met with their target. Fortunately, Han Sen was able to dodge each and every one, using stealth to insert hits of his own.
Ghost-Sword Prince felt as if he was doing battle with the air. Try as he might, he only broke the skyâhe couldnât touch Han Sen!
Han Sen was silent the entire time, though. He was focused right now, and he was in the zone, entirely concentrated on honing and improving the skills he employed to fight the spirit.
It was difficult to find an opponent that was of a similar level as him, but here one was. If Han Sen had to take a guess, heâd assume the spirit had managed to unlock eight gene locks. He was nigh the perfect opponent to train and spar with.
âWeiwei, it looks like Han Sen can make use of both Heavenly Go and Seven Twist,â Lin He said, correctly determining what moves Han Sen was making use of.
Lin Weiwei nodded, saying, âHe learned Heavenly Go from Queen. As for Seven Twist, I have no idea where he learned that or from whom.â
Lin He, as he continued to watch, said, âLittle Han is quite a talented young chap. Even though he has opened one gene lock less than the spirit he battles with, he can keep up just fine and surpass his opponent. Han Sen is clearly winning. He really is the best of the best.â
âWhere did that fox go, I wonder?â Lin Weiwei was worried about Ghost-Sword Prince not keeping to his promise if Han Sen won the fight. If the creatures in his command still attacked, she thought the fox would be of great service to them.
âThe fox isnât here, and if that spirit does not stay true to his word and attacks us anyway, Iâm not entirely sure we can hold this place.â Chen Hu had the same worry.
And just as Chen Hu said this, Ghost-Sword Prince commanded his followers to commence an attack on the shelter.