Alonso had a satisfying afternoon.
But within ten minutes, he began to touch his belly with a strange expression.
Within another ten seconds, his face grew sowhat pale, and goosebumps dotted his arms.
He gritted his teeth, summoning all his strength to tighten his anus.
"Damn it..."
"Is this... a case of indigestion?"
The Grand Swordmaster’s eyes scanned around. The heavy mist made it impossible to find a suitable place to relieve himself.
Besides, he felt imnse pressure in his abdon. Every step made the muscles in his anus contract uncontrollably.
The more he hesitated, the greater the pressure inside beca.
In desperation,
he ignored everything else, planted his longsword firmly into the ground, and proceeded to relieve himself on the spot.
His eyes remained alert to his surroundings. A person was extrely vulnerable while doing their business, and if a Demon appeared now, he’d soil his pants.
Ten minutes later,
Alonso exhaled in relief.
He rubbed himself against a nearby stone, then pulled up his trousers.
"Phew, damn it, luckily I’ve traveled far and wide— even if this Netherrealm at is tough, I can handle it easily..."
"No, wait."
Before he had walked twenty steps, Alonso’s face changed again.
He clutched his belly and without hesitation, decisively relieved himself again right there.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the hell is this! It’s the sa damn at, how can I not digest it?"
The taste and texture were no different from venison back in the mortal world.
Could it be that in the Netherrealm this at was poisonous, not fit for humans?
After two rounds of diarrhea, Alonso imdiately beca much more docile.
His face turned even paler than before when he hadn’t eaten, but the irritation in his eyes had lessened significantly, replaced instead by a dark gloom.
He was sowhat rattled now. That large rack of ribs—he had purposely eaten only a small portion, planning to save the rest as long-term food.
Given the current situation, he didn’t even know whether he should eat the remaining at.
If he ate it, he feared having diarrhea again.
If he didn’t eat it, there was almost nothing else to eat here.
Most importantly, there was no water source around. If he had to run to the bathroom a few more tis, he felt he might dehydrate.
After eating half a pound of at, he had almost expelled everything he had in his body, completely emptying himself out.
"Damn Demon, fuck you."
Three days later.
Ashu entered the Netherrealm and followed the ’marker point.’ It wasn’t long before he found the Grand Swordmaster Alonso·Tiersha.
At this mont, Alonso had discarded his pants and was only using his shirt tied around his waist to cover himself.
From afar ca a strange stench.
Ashu pinched his nose and greeted, "Grand Swordmaster, how have you been these past few days?"
Hearing the voice, the exhausted Grand Swordmaster finally noticed Ashu.
"You fucking... I swear I’m going to kill you!"
There was a rumor in the Bounty Hunter world that Alonso·Tiersha’s teeth were sharper and stronger than the sword he wielded.
But right now, Alonso’s steel teeth were about to break from the tension.
He wanted nothing more than to tear to pieces the enemies who had frad him and caused him to fall to this place.
However,
from Ashu’s perspective, the current Grand Swordmaster was vastly different from before.
His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his steps lacked the explosive power he once had.
His combat strength had fallen at least from the peak of a Grand Swordmaster down to the beginner level of a Grand Swordmaster.
That was enough.
After yesterday’s cultivation, Ashu’s baseline power had reached mid-level Archmage, and after activating "Reaper’s Resolve," his overall condition had improved slightly.
In summary, Ashu’s rank was now not far off from the Grand Swordmaster’s.
But.
"Co out, Holy Shield Knight, use Knight’s Shield Bash on him!"
Ashu had summoned the Holy Shield Knight in normal mode earlier on the way here.
Because of this, his chances of winning shot up dramatically.
Add in a series of cunning tricks, and this fight was a guaranteed win.
Alonso saw the Holy Shield Knight barreling toward him and quickly raised his sword to defend.
This was not an ordinary defensive stance, but a form of swordplay designed to deflect force.
He held his sword horizontally with both hands, and at the mont the sword t the shield, he began drawing a circle.
Most of the force from the Holy Shield Knight was absorbed into the ground, which rumbled and cracked open a large pit.
Grand Swordmaster Alonso moved accordingly, clearly knowing that no matter how many tis he attacked the Holy Shield Knight, it was useless; only by killing Ashu could he survive.
So he gathered all his strength and charged at Ashu to kill him.
Although Ashu lacked spiritual perception, in close combat his naked eyes were his best ans of sensing.
When Grand Swordmaster Alonso charged at him, Ashu summoned the power of Death and swung his giant scythe to et the attack.
The Grand Swordmaster moved extrely fast, certain that this Scythe strike would miss him completely.
Therefore, this was only a feint—in reality, he had already activated the "Kiss of the Reaper."
Sure enough.
The furious Grand Swordmaster launched a powerful strike, aiming to take Ashu’s head.
Unfortunately,
the sword did cut from Ashu’s throat to the back of his neck.
If this had happened to an ordinary person, it would have been a fatal blow.
But as a Death Devotee who had prepared the "Kiss of Death" in advance, Ashu didn’t die from the strike. Instead, he instantly teleported behind Grand Swordmaster Alonso.
At the sa ti, the power of Death condensed into a phantom wielding the Scythe, which imdiately attacked Alonso’s back.
This move was extrely sneaky. Anyone facing it for the first ti would hardly react in ti.
After all, by combat habit, once you sever the opponent’s head, you usually relax, feeling victory is secured.
Who would have expected the target not only survived but counterattacked from behind?
On this strike—
the Grand Swordmaster reacted quite quickly. At the critical mont, he hastily pulled his sword around to block his back.
Though his fine steel sword stopped the Reaper’s Scythe, the sharp blade still cut a long wound across his back under the trendous force.
The wound stretched from his left shoulder down to his right lower back.
Blood imdiately poured out in a steady stream.
"Ugh—ah!"
"Damn it!"
The Grand Swordmaster quickly retreated several dozen steps, his gaze on Ashu like he was seeing a ghost.
How could soone survive having their head cut off?
Even Demons died by his sword, so why was this man still alive?
Is this the power of a Death Devotee? Is this the authority of the Reaper?
"You sneaky bastard." Grand Swordmaster Alonso’s eyes darkened with malice. He knew he had no way out; the longer he delayed, the worse it was for him. Even though he wasn’t sure if Ashu still had immunity to Death, he had no choice but to strike.
"You really pissed off! Watch closely! With this sword, I’m betting my entire career—either you die, or I do!"
Alonso let out a low roar. Magical Essence exploded throughout his body, and a terrifying sword aura surged up from the Netherrealm.
His longsword burst with a hundred-foot glow, cutting straight through the mist.
Seeing this, Ashu silently stepped back half a pace. He knew he couldn’t block this strike head-on.
He couldn’t use "Kiss of Death" a second ti in such a short period and had no extra death immunity left.
So.
He had to retreat.
As long as he left the Netherrealm, no matter how strong Alonso’s sword technique, missing the target was useless.
With absolute spatial advantage and full initiative, the dominant side had no reason to fight a desperate battle to the death with a trapped opponent.
Therefore,
when Alonso’s heavy, powerful sword ca down, Ashu decisively used the Death Devotee’s privilege to leave the Netherrealm and return to the human world.
He drank a cup of hot water.
Then, he leisurely returned to the Netherrealm.
At this mont, the Netherrealm’s ground was marked by a deep, endless crack carved out by Alonso’s sword.
That crack, though not as vast as the chasms on the Netherrealm’s surface, was still a "small chasm."
"Well done, Alonso."
Ashu took it easy, strolling forward with casual confidence.
Even after walking back and forth, the Holy Shield Knight he had summoned still remained, continuing to target Alonso for attacks.
At this mont, Alonso looked rather disheveled. His all-out strike had cut nothing but air.
Taking advantage of his stiffness and vulnerability, the Holy Shield Knight struck in, slamming several shields hard enough to embed them into the ground.
Then it slamd into him fiercely with its spiraling lance.
Right now,
the shirt Alonso had tied around his waist was gone, swinging wildly around his groin like an uncivilized wild monkey.
"Really stylish, Alonso," Ashu remarked aloud.
The embarrassed Alonso Tiersha heard the voice, looked over at the unscathed Ashu, and instantly his anger boiled over.
"I despise you! Your treachery, like your whore goddess, belongs only in dark corners! You’ll never be welco on any stage!"
"Done talking? Good. Because now I’m going to kill you."
Alonso’s back had already been slashed, and then he took heavy hits from the Holy Shield Knight. The blood loss alone was enough to halve the Grand Swordmaster’s combat strength.
Given that, Ashu had no worries left.
He imdiately swung his massive Scythe and charged forward.
A typical Grand Archmage against a weakened, feeble, utterly frail Grand Swordmaster—who would win was obvious.
Within fewer than ten rounds, Ashu had driven the blade of his giant Scythe deep into Alonso’s chest.
The black wound spread like a virus, turning Alonso’s body piece by piece into blackened ash.
"Alonso, before you die, say a few last words. How co I haven’t heard enough of you, and you’re already dying?" Ashu asked deliberately.
At these words, Alonso tried to raise his longsword to fight back again, but the decay had already spread to his shoulder.
The arm he lifted dropped with a clatter to the ground, and the fine steel sword in his hand fell alongside it.
Finally, his head rolled on the ground, spinning several tis, eyes wide open in restless death.
Ashu used his foot to flick Alonso’s longsword toward him, and before his head completely disintegrated, he stabbed the sword tip into Alonso’s forehead.
"Three left."
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