Chapter 115: Soaring Judgement

The two minions of dark forces materialized in front of him. They had grotesque figures that resembled that of the goblin. However, they had fiercer eyes and sharper teeth. They had dark blue skin colors, and they stood with their two limbs. 

And they were wielding a dagger in hand. Seeing the dazed human in front of them, they grinned from ear to ear, showing their saw-like razor-sharp teeth. A moment later, they brandished their weapon in hand.

Sword Martial Turo widened his eyes. He just realized that he was under a control type spell, 'It must be the miasma!' He thought.

Out of reflex, he managed to lift his sword to block the two incoming attacks, but he knew that he was too late. He could block the attack coming from his left, but not the attack on his right.

Damn it! The only words in his mind upon realizing that he made a blunder of himself.

Yet, before the brandished daggers could hit him, the trailing red magical energies burst out the minion's scalps. It pierced through the other side. The two minions of darkness left a grieving cry before they turned into dark smokes and dissipated into the thin air.

The scene in front of the Sword Martial had immediately returned to normal. He found himself kneeling in the messy room of Yule's building.

Not far from him, he saw the Demon Yule being entangled by multiple long black hands. It was coming from the back of the young lass.

Furthermore, he noticed countless holes in the Demon Yule's body. He guessed that it was the young man's doing.

And looked like, he saved him just now. He was amazed that the two of them were unaffected by the miasma, even though it proliferated in the whole room.

He guessed that these two youngsters were not ordinary people. In the face of such an opponent, most people of their age would certainly panic. Some might even lose the will to fight.

"Oldman, welcome back!" He heard the young man jokingly greeted. Even in such a situation where they were facing a newly born demon, he still had the spirit to joke. Sword Martial Turo wondered if this young man had the word 'FEAR' in his vocabulary.

Seeing the Sword Martial in a daze, "Perhaps you can help us defeat this ugly immortal?" The young man added. Beside him was the young woman with her ever serious and aloft expression. However, he noticed some sweats on her face.

Seeing the enemy struggling fiercely, Sword Martial Turo used his long sword to help him lift his body to stand.

Turo believed that these two youngsters, although they were both abnormally strong with their age, none of them had a way to kill the demon.

Turo was right.

Yeman and Night tried to kill it many times when Turo was under the control effect of the miasma, but the Demon Yule could restore its body no matter how gravely they damaged him!

He even noticed that Night was starting to breathe heavily. He on the other hand, well, he had high stamina. So, it wasn't easy to tire him.

In truth, he wanted to test something on the demon, but he also wanted to figure out the real strength of the Sword Martial. So as of the moment, he decided to become an audience.

The Sword Martial Turo held the hilt of the longsword. Then he posed once again. He was standing straight in which his two hands were resting on top of the hilt; Whereas the tip of the sword was on the floor.

Like praying, Sword Martial Turo closed his eyes. Then their ears heard the sound of a water droplet. Yeman stared at him.

Then he noticed the area around the Sword Martial formed a ripple. In Yeman's perspective, It seemed like the Sword Martial was standing on the lake surface.

For some reason, he felt the calmness around the Sword Martial. As though he wasn't part of the battle. They, on the other hand, were facing the noisy Demon Yule. He was growling and struggling fiercely. Night was barely holding him.

Although she was at the peak of Gold-Stage. At the moment, they were facing a demon! It wasn't easy to defeat even one of them. Not even Yeman would wish to face it alone. He rather escaped if the opportunity was presented. But since he had a reason, he chose to stay a little longer.

Right after opening his eyes, dense magical energy was bursting out from the Sword Martial's body. Even his eyes were gleaming in golden aura.

"Hah— s-sorry, my lord!"

However, Night reached her limit. Demon Yule was able to escape from their entanglement. He then rushed towards the two fresh meats.

"Har har har! Fresh! Fresh! Fresh! Give me! Fresh!" He repeatedly said.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Yeman shot with his Finger Bullet skill.

GWARRGH!!!

Demon Yule staggered but he didn't stop and continued his advance, like a zombie.

He was pierced randomly all over his body. Yeman had stored many stones inside his system storage. But damn! His attack could not kill it!

A large gaping mouth of the Demon Yule would soon gnaw them in just a few steps!

But, Yeman had noticed a glowing figure jumped towards the ceiling while wielding the hilt of his shining longsword in both hands.

"My lord!" Night shouted but he noticed her lord was standing still without a tinge of worry on his face. She then calmed herself. No matter what happened, she would stay beside him.

A second before the demon could gnaw them, Yeman leaped to his back while pulling Night with him.

She immediately turned red. 

After he leaped, it was followed by a loud explosion.

"Sword Martial-The Third Punishment…"

"Sword Mastery Level 2…"

"The Soaring Judgement."

The Sword Martial muttered.

A strong gust was generated after the explosion, and it almost crashed Yeman and Night to the wall. But the two of them managed to brace themselves. Their feet landed on the ground.

Some segments of the ceiling and walls were starting to fall.

On the floor, they noticed a larger pit, standing in the middle of it was the Sword Martial, surrounded by pieces of meat that scattered all around him.

"So, strong…" Yeman muttered.