Chapter 357 Beheading!



"I won't rest until I've defeated you, captured you, and silenced that sharp tongue of yours," Les Munchi declared, brandishing his katana.

"Bring it on," Damien replied coolly, his weapon at the ready.

At first, Damien was effortlessly evading Les Munchi's strikes, taunting him with his confident attitude. Les Munchi stepped back, furrowing his brows as he tried to figure out Damien's movements and find any weaknesses. After a moment of observation, Les Munchi spotted a few opportunities. "It's now or never," he thought, tapping into his Primordial Bloodline and causing a reddish hue to envelop him and his katana.

"Alright, let's get serious," Damien said, summoning a black katana that hummed with dull energy.

Les Munchi attacked with ferocity, while Damien defended with fluid movements. Their swords clashed, creating white lightning and red energy explosions that lit up the night sky and caught the attention of nearby residents. The two warriors fought on, Les Munchi with an aggressive style and Damien with a defensive one.

Despite Les Munchi's best efforts, he couldn't seem to get the upper hand. He felt a strange familiarity with Damien's sword techniques. "Wait a minute," he thought, "who is this kid's master?" In the heat of the battle, he called out, "Who is your master, lad?"

"Otsuka Kemino!" Damien responded proudly.

Les Munchi was shocked. "Otsuka? Like the Otsuka Hidden Village?" he asked, halting his attack.

"Yes, that's right," Damien confirmed.

"But, that's impossible. We killed every one of the Otsuka that night," Les Munchi muttered, talking to himself.

"Not everyone. Some of us survived. And as for my teacher, he's someone you may have heard of before. He's the director of the Orǎga'aon Institute Of Space Science And Technology, as well as the butler of the Burton Royal Family of Vampires," Damien explained.

"Ha! Thanks for the information. Now I can finish the job I failed to do that day. First, I'll cut off your head," Les Munchi said with a maniacal laugh, preparing to use his ultimate trump card.

"So you were the assassin who attacked the Hidden Otsuka Ninja Village?" Damien asked, brooding

"Yes, I was one of the lead captains," Les Munchi confirmed.

"Then this must be what people call fate. My filial duty to my Sensei Kemino requires me to avenge the massacre of his village. Just use your strongest attack. So that I may honor their memory and carry on my Sensei's teachings." Damien said, brandishing his black katana determinedly.

Les Munchi recited a chant and lifted his katana, summoning an enormous image of an Asura above him. "Narakasura, the Great Asura, I offer you a hundred years of my life force," he said as he absorbed the green Origin Qi into his katana. He then threw the katana at Damien.

But Damien was unfazed. "Hmph, what a weak move," he said as he raised his own katana and executed a simple-looking vertical slash. "Dragon Beheading Strike!" he whispered, unleashing an enormous amount of sword energy within a hidden temporal space. The energy shattered Les Munchi's katana, which was traced with Asura energy, and cut the Asura image in half. Les Munchi's head rolled to the ground as a fountain of red blood sprayed.

Damien wrapped Les Munchi's head in a silk cloth and placed it inside his Purple Beast's Spatial Eyeball.

"Master Damien, are you still planning to go to the city?" asked Kimura Onsen, who now wanted nothing more than to get as far away as possible. She had no problem with him killing petrol officers and ninja guards, but with the death of the Tenth Xander Gon, her presence with Damien would implicate her as an accomplice.

"Not yet," Damien said with a crooked grin. "My welcome party has just begun. You eleven must be the other Xander Gons. There's no point hiding to ambush me. Come out and face me. I know you want to reclaim your pride." he yelled into the sky, tracing with a considerable amount of Origin Qi in it. His voice echoed throughout the surroundings, revealing the presence of seven men and four women wearing Shinigami masks who were floating high above in the air, surrounding Damien.

"Identify yourself before I kill you," Caro Munchi, the fifth Xander Gon, boomed as he blasted a strong killing intent at Damien. But before it reached halfway, a tall and beefy black middle-aged man appeared in front of Damien and punched the air. The thick and almost solidified Origin Qi instantly shattered into pieces and sent Caro Munchi flying away.

Lucracia Munchi, the third Xander Gon, shouted at the beefy man, "You're meant to not interfere within our jurisdiction. What's the meaning of this, Bull?"

But ignoring her, Bull Burton knelt on the ground and greeted Damien, "Welcome home, Young Master. Forgive me for not arriving in time to receive you." He added with a dumb smile.

Damien nodded, and Bull obediently retreated to the sidelines. The way Bull was acting stunned the Ten Xander Gons who were still present. They had always known Bull as a proud veteran member of the Spartan Legion, and seeing him bow to a young man was new to them. This led them to question the youth's identity.

Lucracia, the Third Xander Gon, persisted, "Please, let us handle this, Mister Bull. Regardless of his identity, this young man does not have the right to behead the Tenth Xander Gon."

The other Xander Gons stood back, watching the situation unfold. They did not intervene, as they were curious to find out the young man's identity as well.

After receiving a telepathic message from Damien, Bull responded, "Fine, do as you wish." He stood still, with his arms crossed, but he had no intention of leaving.

Lucracia Munchi spoke softly, "Alright, just surrender and come with us, little boy."

But Damien was taken aback by the word "boy." He smiled widely and stepped forward. His body flickered and reappeared in the same spot, now holding a shinigami mask. "First, I need to see your face," Damien said. "I want to see if it can calm my urge to fight."

"Hmm, yes, it indeed cools my mind," Damien said as he gazed upon the beautiful, round face that the darkness of the night could not hide.