They all call me Great Master-Chapter 704 - 701: Fangs V

As Delpock's arrogant words still echoed under the night sky, a chilling aura descended from the heavens. Watching the white giant bird soar with outstretched wings and feeling the oppressive aura it emitted, the face of the 'Inland River Cult's Priest changed slightly.

Swift Bird Swordsmanship!

Delpock naturally recognized such swordsmanship!

For his brother, Joel Colman, possessed and specialized in this very sword technique!

However, the Swift Bird Swordsmanship before him was different from his brother Joel Colman's.

His brother had perfected Swift Bird Swordsmanship to the extreme, becoming an 'Entrant' three years ago, each strike bringing forth the illusion of a giant bird, sword blows fierce and swift.

Often it was with a single strike, and as the sword was sheathed, the person struck would only then realize they had been hit.

It was because of this that his brother Joel Colman was recognized as the strongest among the younger generation in Inner Bay, celebrated as a talent that appeared once in a century.

But the Swift Bird Swordsmanship before him was even stronger!

Not only was the sword momentum fierce, there was also...

Awe-inspiring pressure!

That was the unique pressure of an 'Ascend Stepper'!

But how could Swift Bird Swordsmanship possibly make someone an 'Ascend Stepper'?

Unless...

Breakthrough!

To break the shackles of Swift Bird Swordsmanship!

To take Swift Bird Swordsmanship to a whole new level!

But was that possible?

Delpock shook his head subconsciously.

For three years, his brother had attempted countless times to break the shackles of Swift Bird Swordsmanship, some attempts nearly leading to death.

Even the most common attempts made him shudder.

And yet, his brother still couldn't break through.

So, Delpock instinctively refused to believe it.

However, gazing at the lifelike illusion of the white giant bird and feeling its pressure, Delpock was forced to face reality.

'Ascend Stepper'!

Using the breakthrough of the Swift Bird Swordsmanship's shackles as the trigger to become an 'Ascend Stepper'!

After all, the phantom of an 'Entrant' was nowhere near as real as the white giant bird before him, and certainly did not carry this kind of oppressive aura.

Who?

Who could it be?

Could it be...

Delpock's mind raced, and in the next moment, Arthur's name surfaced in the heart of this 'Inland River Cult's Priest.

But quickly, this Priest of the 'Inland River Cult' shook his head.

Impossible!

Utterly impossible!

According to the information they had received, this Southern Lost Spirit Medium, although exceptionally talented and a true 'Entrant', was still a long way from becoming an 'Ascend Stepper', not to mention breaking the shackles of Swift Bird Swordsmanship.

That was something even his brother couldn't achieve!

His brother couldn't do it.

How could the Southern Lost Spirit Medium possibly do it?

In the heart of this 'Inland River Cult's Priest, his brother was the strongest existence among the younger generation.

Not just within Inner Bay, but the entire South County.

The strongest of the entire South County's younger generation.

As for this newly emerged Southern Lost Spirit Medium?

Perhaps not bad, but definitely not on par with his brother!

As these thoughts spun in his heart, this Priest of the 'Inland River Cult' continued to move his hands, clutching the Blood of the Night tightly, the Crimson Sword reappearing once more.

Unlike before when it was merely for show.

This time, the Crimson Sword was genuinely authentic.

Scarlet light flickered incessantly on the longsword.

A series of unearthly whispers spread with the flicker.

Those who heard such whispers couldn't help but lift their heads, looking up at the Crimson Sword above.

Yearning!

A deep yearning from the bottom of their hearts, compelling them to offer everything for this sword.

Even their own lives!

And the moment this thought emerged, these people's blood began to flow from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths.

It wasn't fast.

It could even be called slow.

Thus, those who were still somewhat clearheaded witnessed a horrifying scene—

Under the night sky, near Port Doldot, thousands of people looked up as thin streams of blood ascended towards the sky, drawn to the Crimson Sword above.

It was somewhat reminiscent of snakes slithering upwards, the night sky serving as an invisible wall supporting the flow of blood.

But it was more like blood vessels forming out of thin air, instinctively seeking out their source.

The heart!

Every blood vessel originates from a heart.

And these newly formed vessels were no exception.

Their source was the Crimson Sword.

The gleaming Crimson Sword grew even brighter.

With every flash, it truly resembled a beating heart.

This sudden turn of events terrified even more people at Port Doldot.

Fear destroyed what little resolve these people had left.

The next moment, they too started to appear dazed.

Blood surged from their orifices.

And this only made those around them even more terrified.

Soon after, these people also became dazed.

The spreading panic was far more terrifying than any plague.

Witnessing this scene, Delpock confirmed what he had heard before, but as the instigator of it all, Delpock was far from terrified.

The Priest of the Inland River Cult was filled with nothing but joy.

Even though he knew of the power of the Abyss of Death, sourced from the Death Poetry Society, from a previous attempt,

he had no idea that, with the aid of the Blood of the Night, the Abyss of Death could be so terrifying!

Yes!

It was terrifying!

Even Delpock, as the instigator, felt the horror.

Given enough time, he could completely annihilate Port Doldot.

One man to destroy an entire city!

This was a feat Delpock dared not even dream of!

Perhaps the Grand Duke himself couldn't do it, right?

Only the 'Twenty-Seven Heroes' recorded in history might have been capable, right?

As more and more thoughts cluttered his mind, Delpock's breathing grew heavier and more rapid.

The Priest of the Inland River Cult, watching the approaching white giant bird, showed a ferocious expression—

"I didn't expect that in Seberlin, aside from you, Marquis, there would be an 'Ascend Steper'!

Is this your trump card?

It's somewhat unexpected, but do you think he can stop me?"

In a deep voice, the Marquess of Seberlin remained silent.

In his view, Arthur really couldn't stop Delpock.

But he could certainly buy some time.

And this time could give him the opportunity he needed.

He wanted to…

Capture that one!

As for the civilians of Port Doldot?

The expendables have run out.

Just need to look for more.

At the worst, spend a bit more time to let them arise naturally.

Of course, there will be some twists and turns.

But there's no need to truly worry, because with Arthur stalling for time, he would surely make his appearance as the 'Hero who saved Port Doldot.'

'Thank you, Arthur.

Within the bounds of the contract, I am immensely grateful to you!'

Expressing his thanks internally, the Marquis pursued Yula with the secret technique of Iron Blood Mutual Killing, who had taken the chaos as a chance to flee a good distance away.

He was waiting for the right moment.

And under the Marquis's gaze, the white giant bird and the Crimson Sword finally collided.

'The moment is now… What?!!!'

The Marquess of Seberlin, who was about to make his move, enlarged his eyes and involuntarily exclaimed upon seeing the scene in the night sky—

"How is this possible?!"