Chapter 115
Chapter 115: Demon Han Shuo
“Who are you?” Trunks first heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Han Shuo had arrived safely, then fixed these strangers with a cold eye.
“Don’t bother with who we are. Leave behind the Medusa’s core and blood as well as the Fruit of Dagmar. You can keep your lives and leave.” One of the adept mages held a magic staff in his hands and said with a sinister face.
“Leon, we can’t let them off that easily. Heh heh, look, three beautiful girls have come running. We haven’t had girls in so long. Those three girls have to stay behind for our enjoyment as well.” Another senior swordsman, ferociously built like a gorilla, shouldered a broadsword as large as his body on his shoulder, as he leered with a lascivious grin.
“Angelo, your words make some of sense. I didn’t see the three chits just now. Haha, leave the three beautiful ladies behind and all your belongings. Strength is above all within the Dark Forest, you can get the hell out now if you want to live.” The adept mage Leon also looked at Nia, Aphrodite, and Angelica running in from the distance with great interest and spoke with a merry twinkle.
There were more than ten people in this group, with not only mages and swordsmen, but also archers, priests, and thieves. They were all well experienced and possessed uncommon strength.
“What, to the likes of you?” Han Shuo had walked over from the distance by now. He was suffused with a dangerous presence that he wasn’t bothering to suppress. Having been burnt, Han Shuo appeared quite grim and horrifying. Everyone felt a bit shocked and fearful as he drew closer, step by step.
“Han, are you alright?” Trunks couldn’t help but immediately ask when he saw Han Shuo’s outrageous appearance.
“This ugly thing is an eyesore. He clings rather stubbornly to life and hasn’t died yet. Brothers, take him out first!” Angelo called out with a cold face and spoke directly.
Gordon, Aphrodite, and the others had finally made it over. Han Shuo didn’t say another word as his body flew out quickly and made directly for Angelo.
“Oh, my gosh. How did we enrage such a madman?!” Leon, not too far in the distance, was getting an eyeful of Han Shuo’s brutal torture. A cold fear grew in his heart as his body trembled and he gave an involuntary scream.
Blow after blow from Han Shuo’s fists landed on Angelo’s cheeks and neck. He’d been moaning continuously before, but his chest now faced upwards and his cheek was against the ground. This posture noticeably indicated that his neck had already been broken and Angelo was long without breath.
“What’s happened to Han? Why is he being so brutal?” Aphrodite and the others had been about ready to attack the other side when they were all scared senseless, even forgetting to raise their hands against the enemies and could only stand there dumbly, watching Han Shuo continue his violence.
“Angelica, stay there and don’t come any nearer!” Nia saw that Angelica was curious and wanted to come over to check things out, and so suddenly yelled out loudly to prevent her from drawing close. She wasn’t willing to let Angelica see such a bloody scene.
“Don’t let them get away! Although Han is a bit out of sorts right now, we should still assist him.” Although Trunks had killed his share of people, Han Shuo’s current violence also made his scalp numb. However, Trunks was someone who’d weathered strong winds and big waves as well and understood what should be done at this point.
Trunks rushed over with his manticore, milky-white aura flaring out from his longsword and immediately killed a robber and an archer. His milky-white aura represented his identity as a swordmaster, and the appearance of the manticore indicated Trunks’ identity.
It was only now that these people finally realized that they had gotten entangled with Trunks of the Dark Forest, and that Leon cursed and said in pain, “Damn it, why were we so unlucky? It’s enough that we met one crazy madman, but now we’ve run into this notable harbinger of bad luck.”
“Damn it, why is it Trunks?! Everyone run!” Another swordsman also cried out with some trepidation.
The group of more than ten, which contained senior swordsmen and adept mages, as well as all sorts of other professions, actually had more than enough strength to defeat them. Even with Trunks on the other side, Han Shuo’s group may not have full confidence in defeating them, but the other side was overwhelmed by Trunks’ reputation and Han Shuo’s outrageous reactions, and thus made the decision to retreat.
“You stay here, I’ll chase after them.” Seeing that Aphrodite and the others were attempting to follow them, Trunks suddenly called out loudly.
His voice had just sounded and didn’t even have the time to taper off when the berserk Han Shuo suddenly leapt up from Angelo’s corpse and dashed out with the Demonslayer Edge, making for Leon, fleeing towards safety, at the speed of lightning.
“That demon’s catching up to us. Leon, how did you decide on picking on them? You’ve doomed us all!” One swordsman turned his head back to see Han Shuo appear and complained bitterly to Leon.
“Everyone split up. Although I can’t tell how strong that demon is, he absolutely wouldn’t be much weaker than Trunks given that he could kill Angelo just like that. You better hope that you don’t run into him, or you’ll be tortured to death.” Leon immediately changed direction after calling out these orders.
Everyone had also witnessed Han Shuo’s brutality just now and didn’t need to be reminded by Leon. All of them suddenly changed direction and formed groups of two or three, splitting off into several directions to escape from the premises. Although they’d heard of Trunks’ might, they also knew that Trunks had never killed someone so brutally. Therefore, they’d rather bump into Trunks and didn’t want to run into the equally unknown, but much more brutal demonic Han Shuo.
Whoosh sounded out as Han Shuo appeared and rushed ahead without stopping. He finally caught up with two journeyman swordsmen and one thunder adept mage in front of a river.
When the three of them saw that the person ahead of them was Han Shuo, they all displayed expressions of fear. Their bodies all trembled uncontrollably, and when they saw that Han Shuo was swiftly approaching, the adept mage finally roared, “Damn it, let’s fight him head to head or we’ll all be tortured to death.”
After the thunder mage had spoken, he recited a string of incantations and five bolts of lightning, like traversing dragons, appeared out of thin air, snaking towards Han Shuo. The two journeyman swordsmen gripped their longswords and were a bit nervous due to fear.
It wasn’t until Han Shuo had rushed in front of the two of them and evaded three lightning bolts, but was rendered greatly charred by two more, that the two swordsmen and mage were overjoyed. The swordsmen intended on killing Han Shuo after the mage had done his bit.
It was a pity that they had no way of knowing how strong and durable Han Shuo’s body was. Although his body had injuries upon injuries after taking two bolts of lightning, he felt no pain in his enraged mental state. He crashed into the swordsmen and mage, immediately giving rise to a struggle between life and death.
After taking a few breaths in, he took two bolts of light from the swordsmen’s swords based purely on an indomitable will. He killed the thunder adept mage, who had miscalculating Han Shuo’s bodily strength and used the last bit of his magical yuan to severely injure another swordsman. His body finally thoroughly lost all strength and he sank down listlessly.
“He’s done for, help me kill him, hurry!” The heavily injured journeyman swordsman lay in a puddle of blood and called out to the other fellow.