The sword stopped at a hairsbreadth distance from his neck.

Yeman did not proceed because a telepathic voice came in. It was from one of his people, from Dark Priest.

"My Lord, thanks for the gifts."

After hearing the word gift, he assumed that he meant the goons.

No problem," he flatly said as he was doing something important at the moment. Although he was talking with the Dark Priest, his eyes didn't avert from the person. 

And his Killing sword was caressing his neck. Just a little push would end a person's life.

Just as he thought the Dark Priest already ended the telepathy, he heard him saying, "Actually, my lord, I had a breakthrough, and not just that, I learned a new skill."

"Eh really?"

Yeman was surprised. He was busy these past days and not able to check their statuses.

Elder Dark Priest made a nod by slightly moaning.

He wanted to tell him that he wanted to talk to him later as he was doing something at the moment, but the already blurted out saying, "With my new ability, I think I can read someone's memory fragment as long as I extract their brain and study them."

After saying it, Yeman was stunned for a second. He wondered if the Elder Dark Priest was telling the truth. He was becoming darker, though.

The Elder Dark Priest also told him that he obtained information from the Oldman, which was probably useful to him.

He widened his eyes after hearing it. "Is he dead?" He asked. It was a waste if he was dead already. He wanted that Oldman to suffer more.

And also, he believed that he was still useful for the plans, mainly because their battle against that family was still ongoing.

"Rest assured, My Lord. Although his skull is currently empty, he's still alive."

"....."

"Let's talk again later, " he ended the conversation. For some reason, he felt like he became the leader of a Black organization that sells organs.

While Yeman was talking with Elder Dark Priest, the other people were showing puzzled faces. They were puzzled as to why he stopped his attack.

Did he feel pity for the Captain? No, it was impossible. He already killed so many of their comrades for him to pity the Captain. It was unthinkable!

Yeman noticed the enemy was accumulating magical energy inside him. Probably, it was to counter the effect of weakening.

Thud! A kick to the face instantly blackouts the Turo.

He hasn't pitied him at all! They exclaimed inwardly.

It was thanks to his Lord's Domain that he was able to escape the recent predicament. 

After seeing their captain lying on the floor, the others showed scared faces. They were wondering what happened to him when he suddenly fell to his knee.

Sweats started to pour on the face of Mr. Yule, while Jackson, on the other hand, was slowly slipping away.

However, before he could use the door behind them, Night had appeared in front of him. He instantly froze on the spot when a cold gaze bore upon him.

"Moron! Don't underestimate me!" he shouted at her. 

Everyone glanced at where Mr. Jackson was. They saw him summon his magical aura and launched an attack on the lass.

He passed by a step behind her. But they noticed something that made them stunned with cold feet.

Mr. Jackson's head was nowhere to see!

In the hand of Night, her fingers with long black nails were gripping the hair of Jackson! A cold sensation creeped out on their spines. Everyone trembled in the fear that this lady would soon do the same to them.

She was still wearing a cold lofty face. 

Gulping sounds were discernible everywhere. 

Plok! Plok! plok!

Droplets of blood from Jackson's head add more pressure to them.

Night slowly glanced at Mr. Yule. He staggered back and fell on his butt.

"No, no, don't come close!" He shouted. "You morons! Help me! Kill her!" He ordered his men. His men glanced at each other, seemingly waiting for someone to do it first.

However, most of them weren't willing to become the next victim.

"Dammit! Grr…! Yaaaah!"

One of them screamed as he resolved himself and rushed forward while raising a weapon to save his boss.

Swoosh!

Before he could take his 5th steps, something pierced his skull. The man froze, then blood sprayed afterward.

Everyone stared with wide eyes.

Tap, tap, tap,

Then they heard unhurried footsteps. "I told you, I will decide who can leave here alive."

His voice just added up a bucket of cold water onto them. Everyone didn't know what to do. They were overwhelmed by two young people.

Dammit! What kind of enemy they had involved themselves this time! They thought with regrets.

"Shit! Useless fools!" Mr. Yule bellowed.

He had himself to rely on by now. His men were shitty scared. Jackson was dead, and his captain was unconscious!

"Heh!" He sneered. Although he wasn't as strong as the most magician in this room, he had some ways to escape such a predicament.

When Night arrived five meters away from him, "Hehehe!" He chuckled suddenly.

Night stared at him and thought he became an idiot.

However, Mr. Yule lifted his hand towards her. In which one of the rings in his finger gleamed.

"Now! You will become my--!"

Before he could finish his words, something pierced his chest.

A black hand? Mr. Yule asked in mind. No! It was longer for a hand! He exclaimed.

He glanced at her and saw something behind her. It was like a shadow with multiple hands.

With wide eyes and a puzzled look, he glanced at her with a grimace. "G...Gold-Stage…?" His last words before he stopped breathing.

Blood dripped from his mouth, and his consciousness had faded without him knowing what it was.

The other people who were still alive in the room were like rats as they scuttled away to escape.

As expected, most of them were killed by him and her. They tried to beg for their life, but he needed to collect their souls.

Only a few of them that he left alive. They sighed in relief, but Yeman didn't mean good for them. Sooner, they would come to realize that they had rather died this time.

Yeman moved near the unconscious person and tapped him slightly using his sword.

"Wake up, Oldman!" Yeman called out.

The body twitched before a groan was heard by him.

"H...How did you know?" Captain Turo was surprised.

"Fufu, don't underestimate me…" Yeman replied.

"I… see," he regretfully said. He didn't expect that the young man was so capable-- to notice his deception.

He gathered magical energy within him to freeze his breathing, to deceive everyone that he was dead.

Yet, this young was still able to see through his deception. He could fight him, but with his current situation, he had little chance of winning. Even if he succeeded in killing the young man, there was still that young girl.

Aside from that, the cause of his grief was already dead. He had no reason to live anymore. He closed his eyes while in his mind he thought, 'The Legend of the Sword Martial had already ended a long time ago.'

"Tell me, kid. Why didn't you kill me just yet?" Turo asked, curious.

"Fufu." He heard the kid laugh.

"How come I killed a person who didn't even have an intention to kill me."

After hearing the young man, he was further surprised by him.

It was true that he intentionally weakened his magical attack and even did not use half of his ability in their duel. But how did this young man notice that? He widened his eyes in disbelief.

"I see. It's your win," Turo admitted.

"So, since you don't have a plan to kill me. Are you just letting me go?" He asked the obvious.

"Hm… Not really."

Turo knitted his brow. "What do you mean?" He asked again but slightly confused this time.

"Do you want to join forces with me?" He asked.

"....."

He fell silent for a moment. It wasn't like he was surprised.

"Hm… I see. I saw it coming. But kiddo, I have nothing left in this world." If only he asked him before he killed that lowlife, he would consider perhaps. That if he knew from the start of this young man's strength.

Since if he asked him without him knowing of his real strength, he would just think that he was delusional, typical of people his age.

"Fufu!

He thought the kid would back down after hearing his reply. But he heard a chuckle instead.

"Your fight, Mister, I think it was just starting."

"What?!"

Turo was stupefied. 

He pushed his body and sat on his butt. Then he gazed at the young man's eyes. Although he was chuckling, his eyes were saying that he was serious.

"What do you mean?" He asked though he was still a little doubtful of his words.

After seeing his reaction, Yeman's extended into a broader smile. His guess was on the spot!