They all call me Great Master-Chapter 775 - 772: Burning VI

Unexpected!

A shocking turn of events!

For the Marquess of Ainhars at this moment, that was exactly the case. freewёbnoνel.com

Harvest, joy, anticipation.

In an instant, all turned into...

Surprise!

When Viscount Windsor exploded into a mist of blood, the Marquess didn't even think before drawing his Twin Swords, as the fervent glow appeared once again.

Twin Sword Slash + Slash of Vanquishing Evil!

Layer upon layer.

Incessant empowerment.

Not aimed at 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

But at the falling mist of blood.

The Marquess was well aware of an 'Ascend Steper's' power.

Especially this type of 'Blood Burst' form, which was even more terrifying.

Because—

That was a secret technique of the Bloodline Clan.

A normal 'Blood Burst' was already difficult to guard against.

And with an 'Ascend Steper' as the trigger, it was simply fearsome.

Up to now, the Marquess had no idea how 'Blood Drinker' managed to detonate Viscount Windsor, but he knew that if he didn't stop the blood mist from descending, he was doomed.

"You all retreat!"

"Take that fool with you!"

The Marquess's Twin Swords brought forth one Slash of Vanquishing Evil after another as he spoke quickly.

Under an 'Ascend Steper's' 'Blood Burst,' the subordinates in front of him wouldn't be of any help, but rather a burden; once they were contaminated by the blood mist, these subordinates would become 'nourishment' for the blood mist, and thereafter, it would only amplify the blood mist.

This was something the Marquess of Ainhars definitely didn't want to see.

Especially that fool, Count Bernaken.

Once he became 'nourishment' for the blood mist.

He, would truly be doomed.

Hearing the words of the Marquis, three Barons and four Lords immediately took action.

The three Barons turned tail and ran, while the four Lords went to pick up Count Bernaken.

However, unexpectedly, the Old Earl, who was already like a flickering candle in the wind, managed to stand up again.

The Old Earl looked at the Marquess of Ainhars, a hint of perplexity appearing in his eyes—

'Master Zeppelin, why should we tolerate the Ainhars Family?'

'My master Oula was friends with the ancestors of the Ainhars Family.'

'But even so, the Ainhars Family has gone too far.'

'Yet, I trust Master Oula wouldn't choose friends poorly, even if the descendants of the Ainhars Family seem like scoundrels, I believe, since they have managed to cultivate the Demon Hunter techniques passed down to such an extent, they must have their own conviction.'

'But, Master...'

'Alright, alright, you're upset today, let's go have grilled fish, Master! Consider it a celebration of your completed trial!'

That conversation happened one afternoon after he had completed a trial.

He didn't understand his master's words at that time.

And didn't for decades afterward.

He thought his master was wrong.

The people of the Ainhars Family were talented alright, but they were all scoundrels.

Especially his friend, the current Marquess of Ainhars.

He was firm in his belief.

That's why he remained in Ainhars.

He was watching that scoundrel of the Ainhars, ready to strike him down directly if he ever did anything outrageous.

He thought that time would come soon.

But so much time had passed, and he hadn't noticed.

Until now—

He saw it.

Yet he was full of doubts.

"Why aren't you running?"

The Old Earl asked the Marquess of Ainhars.

With his strength and secret techniques, escaping wouldn't be difficult.

Perhaps some price would have to be paid, but it was bearable; to flee first and then plan, wasn't that the most common approach of the nobles?

Why wasn't this scoundrel from Ainhars fleeing?

The Old Earl was puzzled.

"Run?

This is Ainhars Territory!

I am the Marquess of Ainhars!

Why would I run?"

The Marquess of Ainhars kept swinging his sword, unleashing the Slash of Vanquishing Evil to consume the blood mist, all the while retorting with a question of his own.

The sword cut through the air with a thunderous roar.

The Marquess of Ainhars wore an expression of cold indifference, an attitude of it being the most natural thing in the world.

It also carried a habitual persistence.

Of course, the words still held contempt for the Old Earl.

This scorn, the Old Earl could hear it, and he could see it.

As always, the Old Earl also scorned the disdain belonging to the Marquess of Ainhars.

He looked down on him.

And he?

Despised him.

The extreme contempt at that moment, once again collided.

But it was not the same as the past disagreements that ended unhappily.

What was there was...

A glint of light.

The Old Earl saw it.

'Teacher, is this what you meant by enlightenment?

Indeed...

Everyone from the Ainhars Family turns out to be a bastard!'

Thinking quietly to himself, the Old Earl, who had already burned his own flesh to the point of looking inhuman, let out a hearty laugh.

"While alive, one has everything.

In death, one has nothing.

However, there are always some things more important than death."

The Old Earl said and ignited once more.

Previously, what burned was flesh and blood.

This time, what burned were his organs, bones, and even...

The soul!

Boom!

Flames shot up into the sky, and the power of the Old Earl's Slash of Vanquishing Evil was much greater than that of the Marquess of Ainhars, especially under the influence of Burning Soul, which dispelled much of the blood fog with a single strike.

And this was not the Old Earl's full-strength blow.

He had only used a third of his power in that moment.

The remaining two-thirds of his power?

A portion of it, the Old Earl slashed again at 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

The statue of 'Blood Drinker' Haibo shattered once more.

This infuriated 'Blood Drinker' Haibo, who considered himself to have a sure victory, and he roared in anger.

"Damn it! Bastard!

You are the descendant of Oula!"

Feeling the familiar technique, 'Blood Drinker' Haibo confirmed the Old Earl's identity.

But the Old Earl did not bother with the mistake in the other's words.

His teacher, Zeppelin, was the one who was Oula Master's disciple.

He was merely the grand-disciple of Master Oula.

Although he bore the title of 'Master,' he...

Was not worthy at all!

Indecisive, greedy for wealth and pleasure, lazy and gluttonous.

How could he be worthy of the title of Master?

Sensing the last bit of power within him, the Old Earl appeared beside the Marquis of Ainhars and placed his hand on the noble's shoulder.

"This is my final power, all to you!

'Demon Hunter's Path,' I open it for you once again!

Now, you are the grandmaster of the South County Demon Hunters!"

As he spoke, the Old Earl's lips curled up.

As if he had discovered something most amusing.

The Marquis of Ainhars had tried to dodge when the Old Earl appeared beside him, but the Old Earl was too fast, leaving no chance to evade.

The Marquis distinctly felt the power unique to the Demon Hunter 'Ascend Steper' rapidly surging into his 'Sword Body.'

But it did not destroy his 'Sword Body.'

Instead, it pulled his 'Sword Body' back onto the path he once followed.

'Demon Hunter's Path'!

No!

It wasn't some convoluted return, but rather a leap off the current dead-end and onto the spacious 'Demon Hunter's Path,' and furthermore, it pushed him to take another step forward.

This was precisely what the Marquis of Ainhars had long yearned to achieve through the blood of 'Blood Drinker.'

And now, it was achieved.

However, the Marquis of Ainhars couldn't feel happy.

He did not need this kind of charity.

The Marquis glared at the Old Earl.

And the Old Earl was chuckling—

"Unsatisfied? Hit me then!"

But just as the words fell, the Old Earl vanished into thin air.

Left behind was only the Marquis of Ainhars, who had just raised his hand but had yet to swing it down.