"Hm?" Howard's brow creased. "Tell the police to stay out of this—they're out of their league. And get all our Shadow Sect operatives in Mendorra on the move. If they spot any, take them down on sight.""Got it!" The Judge signed off."Sir, what's the trouble?" Yoel glanced at Howard."They're definitely scheming something tonight!" Howard echoed the Judge's words before turning to the man with a stern voice. "What's your game in Mendorra? Where are the two martial generals?"The man spat out blood defiantly. "Go ahead, kill or maim me, but save your breath. You think I'll spill our plans? In your dreams!"As he finished speaking, Howard's wrist flicked, and three silver needles shot out, piercing the man's chest."Aargh!" The man screamed hysterically, writhing on the ground, drenched in a chilling sweat."I... I said... Please, stop... I said..." The man's plea broke off as he could not take it anymore, not even after a mere 30 seconds.Even for someone from the shadowy Dark
The most formidable agent of Mendorra's Special Patrol was just a martial general with major mastery. Facing two martial general titans, they were utterly outmatched!There was no time to waste. He shot off the address to Howard.Howard was his only hope then. Without him, tonight was bound to spiral into chaos."Step on it," Howard commanded after setting up the GPS, passing the phone to Yoel."Roger that!" Yoel slammed the gas pedal down, and the Range Rover shot forward."Why are the Special Patrol guys getting mixed up in this? Just who is this Blood Rakshasa?" Yoel asked, his voice heavy with concern as he navigated the streets.The Special Patrol, true to its name, was a unique oversight body.They had no set responsibilities, taking orders directly from the capital, tasked with handling unusual assignments that came down from the top, often collaborating with the war department in different regions.Howard and his partner had their fair share of run-ins with the Special
"Roger that!" responded a man in civilian clothes before sprinting toward the base.While they were talking, two shadowy figures appeared a hundred meters away, moving with ghostly swiftness to stand before the group in an instant.Those warriors, with their ability to move in the blink of an eye, were leagues beyond any normal person."Identify yourselves!"Xander felt an overwhelming force emanating from the duo, one of whom was clearly a martial general in the ultimate mastery stage.The air around them was thick with the stench of bloodshed, a telltale sign of men who survived the most brutal of battles."Give us the Blood Rakshasa, and we'll let you live," the one named Abbell demanded, his voice like gravel."You think you can just sneak into Mendorra? Did you forget Rackaham has defenders?" Xander shot back.His only hope was to buy time, praying Howard would arrive before those two unleashed their fury.Otherwise, the base would not stand a chance. It would be decimate
Bullets pelted the ground, sparking and clicking, but the man they targeted was gone.A fierce gust followed, the air crackling with the force of the unseen strike.Men were sent flying, blood trailing behind them in gruesome arcs.Meanwhile, Xander was on the back foot, Abbell's relentless assault driving him back, punch after punch throwing his breathing into chaos.Abbell was a martial general at the ultimate mastery stage, surpassing Xander. It was a miracle that Xander lasted that long."Playtime's over. Meet your end!" Abbell's voice was ice as the attack ceased. His eyes narrowed again, his presence swelling with the unmistakable power of a top-tier martial general.He threw a punch. No frills, just raw power slicing through the air like thunder."Oh no!" Xander's heart skipped as he felt the punch's might. His instincts screamed to dodge, but it was too late. The fist loomed large before his eyes.In Xander's moment of despair, a deafening explosion rang out. Abbell's b
Five minutes later, Howard and his companions stepped into a cozy meeting room at the base."We owe you our lives, Young Master Howard and Vice-Marshal Louis!" Hardin and Ander bowed deeply, their eyes shining with boundless gratitude and respect.They were well aware of the legend of the King of the West, Young Master Howard, a legendary figure renowned for his martial arts peak mastery stage prowess.His fame was not just confined to the Western Region. Across the nation, he was revered."That's enough," Howard said, gesturing for them to rise. "Now, tell me about this Blood Rakshasa. What's her connection to the Dark World beyond our borders?"Xander stepped forward. "The Blood Rakshasa is one of the Lowes."Howard raised an eyebrow in surprise. "The Lowes from the capital?""Yes," Xander confirmed with a nod. "In her younger days, she ventured into the shadowy world of the Dark World where she founded the notorious Rakshasa Corp and took the reins as Hall Master. Since then,
"Master Howard, is it true that you severed Spencer from the Imperial Order's arm?" Xander inquired, turning his gaze to Howard."Word travels that fast, huh?" Howard responded calmly.Howard, the young master known as the King of the West, was in the middle of a conversation when Xander tried to warn him about the Imperial Order's protective nature."Forget about them," Howard cut him off sharply. "Next time, it won't be just an arm that's lost!"Xander's lips quivered slightly. The rumors were true, after all. Among the five ruling lords, Howard was indeed the most decisive and fearless.His own boss, Donovan, the King of the East, would never handle the Imperial Order so bluntly.Before long, Hardin's voice echoed from the entrance. "Young master Howard, the Blood Rakshasa is here."Turning around, they saw a young woman with a striking presence following Hardin. She was about Howard's age, with a face that could launch a thousand ships, a tall and shapely figure, and her dar
"Young Master Howard, can you do anything?" Xander inquired, hovering nearby."The injuries are severe," Howard said, not quite answering the question. "Damaged organs, blocked blood vessels, and even the bones are compromised. It's a wonder she's still alive."He turned back to Blood Rakshasa. "Has anyone tried to heal you before this?""A royal physician in the capital examined me a few days ago," she replied.Howard nodded, understanding. "He might've stopped your condition from worsening, but he also increased the damage to your blood vessels. It did more harm than good.""The physician warned me, but there were no alternatives," Blood Rakshasa said with a hint of resignation."Enough talk. Lie down on the couch, and I'll start your treatment," Howard instructed."Thank you, Young Master Howard." She nodded her gratitude and reclined on the couch.Sounds filled the room as Howard began his work.Howard swiftly pulled out a set of silver needles, his hands moving with pract
With a soft thud, Blood Rakshasa stood up from the couch and approached Howard, bowing respectfully."Young Master Howard, you've not only healed my wounds but also guided me to break through a new level in martial arts! I owe you more than I can ever repay. From now on, my life is yours. Whatever you ask of me, no matter how dangerous, I'm ready." Her eyes shone with profound thankfulness as she spoke.She had been on the brink, unsure if she would last much longer, let alone regain her cultivation base. However, in just under an hour, she felt her injuries mostly heal, and her power surged to a new cultivation base level.Advancing in the martial god level was notoriously tough, like trying to climb to the sky. Many warriors spent years without moving up even one level. Howard had not only saved her life; he propelled her forward in her training, too."Look at me when you speak," Howard said with a casual gesture. "You're not out of the woods yet. You'll need a bit more time. I'l
"And look at that bracelet, it's stunning! Oh, and the compact has such a unique charm! Should we get one of each to decorate our homes?""Yuffie, you're still in school. How can you afford all this?" Talia chided gently. "You have a hundred fifty-dollar budget. Spend more, and it's coming out of your allowance.""What? Only a hundred fifty dollars? You're being too tight-fisted, sis!" Yuffie's complaint was lighthearted as she playfully turned to Howard. "Howard...""Don't even think about it. His wallet is in my hands!" Talia cut her off, fully aware of her little sister's ploy."Fine..." Yuffie's pout was all in good fun."Haha! It's not every day we get to do this, honey. If Yuffie finds something she loves, let's get it for her. Who knows if it'll be here next time?" Howard chuckled."Yay! You're the best, bro-in-law!" Yuffie cheered, her face lighting up with joy."You're just making her more spoiled!" Talia gave Howard a playful eye roll and turned her attention away from
Howard's willingness to visit the antique market was not solely to assist the sisters in their quest for a legendary blade. Such weapons were treasures often stumbled upon by chance, rarely found by those who sought them.His real intent was to immerse the sisters in the rich culture of the martial arts clans they were then a part of. More exposure to the ways of the warrior guilds could only benefit them on their chosen path.The following morning, Howard's group of five set off in the direction of Nathanael. Talia and Yuffie buzzed with excitement throughout the journey, their minds alive with wonder.Nathanael, nestled in the mountains to the northeast of Mendorra and a couple hundred kilometers away, awaited them.By 10 a.m., they arrived, parking at the gates of a sprawling estate on the city's outskirts—the site of the famed market.Stepping out, they were greeted by a lively throng at the estate's entrance, many adorned in traditional robes, weapons hanging from their belts
"And that's not all. They might even be a bona fide king-level warrior." Howard's brow furrowed with uncertainty."It looks like The Dark World is a whole lot more tangled than we thought," Yoel mused aloud.Then, turning back to Howard, he inquired, "Sir, did the old man ever share anything with you about The Dark World?""Not a word," Howard replied, shaking his head."Sir, do you think our mystery person could be from one of the elite families or sects, maybe just there on some errand?" Mystical Chubby chimed in.His speculation was not unfounded. Most of the king-level warriors from Rackaham were known to hail from the secretive clans and sects."It's unlikely." Howard dismissed the idea with another shake of his head. "From what Sabertooth described, our guy seems to know The Dark World like the back of his hand.""Who's that supposed to be?" Mystical Chubby scrunched his brow in confusion."Let it go for now. We'll head back to The Dark World in a little while," said Howa
"Um..." Blood Rakshasa nodded, the woman's earlier words still ringing in her head."Sir... Sir, was what you said earlier true?" Blood Rakshasa asked Sabertooth, her voice barely above a whisper."What did I say?" Sabertooth looked puzzled for a moment."You said... You said next time, we'd go back home together to get married..." Blood Rakshasa's cheeks turned a soft pink."Hehe, absolutely," Sabertooth chuckled, his smile warm and genuine. "The boss gave me the order, and I've given my word."Blood Rakshasa's smile was shy but filled with joy.Soon after, Qemal strode in."Sabertooth, I've tracked down the hideout of the Slaying Heaven Palace," Qemal announced upon arrival."Is that so?" Sabertooth's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Tell the crew to take a two-hour breather, then we move out!"The Slaying Heaven Palace's goons had nearly wiped out them today. Payback was due.With the Palace's top fighters gone, the rest were hardly a threat. It was time to cross the Slay
"Shadow Demon Shrine?" The woman's brow creased for a moment, but she quickly dropped the subject.She then turned to Sabertooth and observed, "You and your group have the vibe of soldiers. You're not originally from The Dark World, are you?""Speaking to our savior," Sabertooth gave a respectful nod, "we were part of the Rackaham Western Region's military before we came here."He was open with the woman who had saved over a hundred of his comrades."The Western Region's military?" The woman paused, a hint of recognition in her voice, "You're with the Blood Shadow Force?""That's us," Sabertooth confirmed with another bow."Is your leader the King of the West, Master Howard?" she inquired further."You know my boss?" Sabertooth looked surprised."Not personally, but I've heard the name," the woman replied with a shake of her head. "What's he got you doing in The Dark World?""Over the past couple of years, the world's heavy hitters have been funneling their muscle and resource
"You'll live to regret this, Dark Demon Lord!" Blood Rakshasa declared, locking eyes with her adversary. "Kill us, and Master Howard will avenge us by wiping out every last one of you in your cursed palace...""Ha! That Master Howard of yours better think twice before stepping into The Dark World again, or it'll be his grave!" The Dark Demon Lord mocked with an icy laugh."You're the fool!" Sabertooth growled. "No one in The Dark World has been born who can take down our boss. Your time's coming!""Is that so?" The Dark Demon Lord sneered with disdain. "You're clueless, all of you. You have no idea how powerful the Shadow Demon Shrine truly is!""Enough babbling. Time to end this. I'll send you both to join your boss," he declared, his presence intensifying as he prepared to strike them down."I love you," Blood Rakshasa whispered, her eyes closing."No, don't!" Qemal and others shouted in despair.Then there was a thunderous boom.However, the expected tragedy did not unfold.
Sabertooth sneered, watching the man's futile efforts. "You're such a fool!"He then declared solemnly, "Blood Shadow Technique, second form, Sky Slash!"With those words, he summoned all his strength, his saber carving a fierce arc of light through the air, striking like thunder at his foe.The Blood Shadow Technique was known for turning the tides against stronger adversaries.The white-haired elder's eyes narrowed in alarm. Caught mid-leap, he desperately wanted to dodge but could not. The saber's light bore down on him, a chilling aura of death shrouding him completely.In that instant, a wave of energy crashed through the air like a tidal wave, bringing a howling gale with it.Crash!Suddenly, Sabertooth was hurled away like a shell fired from a gun, blood spraying from his mouth as he flew, before he slammed into the earth, leaving a huge crater and falling silent."Sabertooth!" Blood Rakshasa's shout pierced the chaos as she spun and dashed to his side.She barely made
The man in black was sent hurtling through the air, slamming into the ground with such force that he lay there motionlessly, struggling to rise. A gaping wound, carved by the relentless sword, oozed blood profusely from his abdomen."What in the world is that sword technique?" he gasped after a torturous effort to stand, his face ashen.He had underestimated Blood Rakshasa's swordplay. Since her breakthrough to a higher echelon of mastery, her blade's might had surged, utterly dominating her seasoned adversary."The Sword Without a Name," Blood Rakshasa declared icily.Without wasting another second, she launched another assault. Sabertooth was in dire straits, and she was determined to aid him.Her blade danced again, weaving a web of sword energy that shot toward the white-haired elder, ensnaring him in an instant.The old man's eyes narrowed in a flash of panic, realizing he was trapped with no way out."This is it!" he snarled, brandishing his blade and lunging forward.How
With a thunderous explosion of energy, Blood Rakshasa's power surged, forcing the old man before her to stagger back in disbelief."Impossible! Have you broken through?" he gasped, steadying himself, his face a mask of astonishment."You bet I have!" Blood Rakshasa's face lit up with triumph.She had done it, just as the old man had surmised. Amid her swordplay, she felt a dormant core energy within her erupt, catapulting her to the zenith of martial knight at peak mastery stage.Master Howard's words rang in her head. The core energy left in her by a once-mighty warrior was too much to absorb at once. Back in that cave, she only managed a minor mastery in martial knight. However, Howard had predicted further advancements, and he was right."Let's see if you can handle a few more of my strikes!" Blood Rakshasa challenged, her spirit soaring not just from her newfound strength but also from a deeper connection to her swordsmanship."Bring it on!" the old man bellowed, his blade re