War Grounds 71 THE SECRET OF THE SILENT FORES

The leaves on the ground were dyed red as the exchange of attacks continued between Osho and the two Demon Samurais.

Black is the color of the Demons' blood.

However, Osho seemed not to mind his decreasing HP. Due to the level adjustment, his attributes were lower than Dreaming Blade and Battousai. Now that both were simultaneously attacking him, Osho's struggle as he was kept on the defensive could not be denied.

"Tsss. Why don't you just focus on defending instead of blabbering about Shinto spirits." Battousai bickered as one of his slashes connected again.

"Well, don't kids like you prefer stories? Plus, it's important to understand what had killed you." Osho casually said as he parried against the four sharp katanas that tried to eat him alive.

'This guy-!' The quick exchanges suddenly stopped as the two Demon Samurais withdrew.

Their figures could finally be seen. Osho has only 80% of his HP remaining.

"So, what's the story of the Water-Shinto that was forced by the God of War to learn Bushido?" It was Dreaming Blade who initiated the halt; his eyes suddenly brimmed with interest as he asked Osho.

"He did not like Bushido. So, he created his own way." Osho answered.

"Haha! Are you trying to lecture us, kid?!" Dreaming Blade wickedly grinned as he and Battousai started their attack again.

Wrath of Seas and Storms!

"Nah. I'm just telling you the lore about my weapon. It was boring, right? Hehe. That's because the story was not yet finished. Hear them out from Mikoto himself! Mikoto! Slice forth!" Osho planted his silver katana on the ground as an apparition of a blue-spirit samurai started to appear above him.

Whooooor!

The water and clouds churned from the odachi of Mikoto as he faced Dreaming Blade and Battousai's attack.

"What's that?!" Battousai immediately felt the oppressive aura coming from the summoned spirit. The Demon Samurai quickly halted his steps.

"Don't come near him!" Dreaming Blade warned. "However, it seemed that he's incapable of movement with that skill. Hehe. Too bad for him."

Yabusame!

Yumi!

A wooden bow immediately appeared in Dreaming Blades' hands, the ammunition in it transforming into a black sword light.

Swooosh!

The projectile gurgled as it swiftly made its way towards Osho's stationary position.

"Weren't you taught to listen if others are speaking?" Osho suddenly appeared behind Dreaming Blade. Meanwhile, his katana, Shogun's Wrath, was still on the ground from where he was initially standing.

Pak!

Osho's right fist impolitely slammed on the lower back of the Demon Samurai, sending him stumbling over to Mikoto's range.

Shwooor!

Waves and clouds coated the long katana that was swung by the blue-spirit samurai towards the nearing Dreaming Blade.

Slash!
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Black blood sprayed on the leaves as Dreaming Blade was successfully hit. If Osho was in his original level, the Demon Samurai has long been dead. Anyway, the slash took 40% of Dreaming Blade's HP.

Battousai was just about to join the fray when he suddenly felt a killing intent behind him. He immediately turned around with his katana on a defensive stance.

Piston Lungs!

Rave!

It was Udil who has long been watching from the sides. He finally came out of his stealth as the flamberge in his hand blazed, gracefully dancing towards Battousai's figure.

The bamboo leaves that were scattered by the sudden appearance of Udil immediately burnt into a crisp upon touching the flaming flamberge. However, Battousai quickly disappeared from Al's view upon realizing that the wild slashes would overwhelm him.

"Damn! That disappearing technique again!" Al has been surveying the map for quite some time already. The boy realized that the Staff of Linfa was at a disadvantage against this terrain. First of all, bamboos would require a lot of his stamina if he were to drag them into the air as these sturdy grasses could even withstand earthquakes. Besides, the leaves that covered the ground were numerous and would also cause a lot of toil to his mental energy.

Meanwhile, Mikoto, the blue-spirit samurai, immediately disintegrated after successfully slashing Dreaming Blade. It was the consequence of Osho's movement, drastically reducing the duration of the summon.

However, Osho was pleased as his goal was finally accomplished.

Although Dreaming Blade immediately disappeared in a blur, the black blood dripping from his demonic body could not hide his traces and intention.

"Retreat!" Dreaming Blade shouted in their team chat.

"Where do you think are you going? Samurais don't retreat!" Osho immediately sensed the direction of Dreaming Blade as he grabbed the Shogun's Wrath from the ground and lunged towards the escaping Demon Samurai.

Tsurugi!

Two black energy swirled towards Osho, but the latter easily evaded it. Dreaming Blade's rhythm was already off.

However, Osho suddenly changed directions after evading the skill of Dreaming Blade. He faced Udil, who was tailing him.

Summer Solstice!

The Samurai awkwardly kicked on the space above him. To Al's surprise, Osho's attack connected to another blurry figure - Battousai, who hiccuped as he was hit in the abdomen.

"You-!" Battousai was not able to finish his words as indiscriminate slashes quickly riddled his airborne body.

"Hey! Leave me some!" Udil grumbled as he joined the torture.

Reverse-Harakiri!

The flamberge in Udil's hand suddenly changed shape as it became a katana. It was the form's hidden skill.

Finally, Battousai was the first to drop as Udil cut open his belly.

"What weapon is that?" Osho was dumbfounded. "I thought that it has only three forms. Why do you have a katana?"

"Hehe. Secret. Quick! The other one is escaping." Udil shrugged his shoulders as he gave chase.

Dreaming Blade's breathing was unstable as his speed significantly slowed down. 'That guy knew our technique. Damn it!'

The reason why he chose the Bamboo Grove as the map was because of the difference in techniques. Secret Forest was a breathing technique that allowed its user to form airwaves beneath one's feet, creating an illusion of sky walking. Meanwhile, the ability that was practiced by Osho should have caused the leaves to flutter, but it did not. It was why Dreaming Blade was caught off guard.

"Hey! Mr. Invisible! Wait up!" Udil deliberately slowed down as he matched the pace of the escaping Dreaming Blade, whose figure was still somehow flickering. However, the trail of black blood that he had left behind betrayed his furtive escape.

"So, what's the secret behind your technique?" Al asked with a playful tone as he suddenly appeared behind Dreaming Blade with a dagger already attached to the Demon Samurai's back.

Double-Edge Blade!

It was the assassination skill of the assassins.

Chapter end