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Shing!

The metallic sound was produced when Turo picked up the long sword lying on the ground. It was scraping against the floor.

In Turo's mind,

It was good that this man had returned to life. He could finally take his revenge. The man who took his family's life; it had been so long that he waited for this moment.

OOOOOHHHHOOOORRR!!!

WOOOOOOOSSSSSSHH!!!

A loud howled caused the air inside Yule's room to vibrate, throwing away the debris around him. The pressure of the howl made the floor tremble while the whole room shook terribly.

"Heh!"

He sneered at him.

"That appearance suits you better, Yuuuule!" He screamed out his name in an unrespectful way.

Becoming a demon was better to the type of person, like Yule. It was what Turo wished to see, and It was fortunate that it did happen.

"T...Turrrroooh!"

"!!"

Turo and the others knitted their brows. They did not expect that Yule could still talk. However, he sounded so bizarre. His voice was comparable to that of a monster.

"Her her her!" Even his laughing voice could send a chill down their spines.

Although he was laughing, his half-torn mouth almost did not move. Though, they saw it trembling. It looks sinister though because its gums and big teeth were peeking from the torn of its mouth.

"Y-You traitor!!!" Demon Yule screamed out. His voice was so thunderous and unclear.

Seeing the supposed to be dead Captain Turo with his sword and was standing while facing him, Yule could probably guess the circumstances.

He understood that Turo had tricked him. "Har har har!"

But, instead of feeling mad at him and lashed out words of insults, Yule was actually in euphoria. He felt so powerful! It was a good feeling. Aside from that, he was thirsting for fresh meat.

"Fresh!" He mumbled in an eerie growl when his unproportioned eyes landed on two youngsters.

Drip drip drip!

Long sticky salivas were dripping from his mouth, down to the ground.

Demon Yule believed that in his current state, he could defeat these two. However, Turo stepped in the front, facing his back to the youngsters, while making a pose of pointing the tip of his sword to him.

"Turrrro!" Demon Yule growled. More dark purplish auras were exuding from his body, sending a cold sensation to their skin.

Bang!

A thunderous noise shook the room and trembled the ground when Demon Yule stomped his feet.

Seeing the approaching plump of meat with its meaty body bouncing up and down, Turo readied his long sword. Tightening the grip on the hilt, "Haaaah!" He conjured magical energy on his sword.

Golden energy burst out from his body and coalesced on his sword, making it sharper and powerful. It was Yeman's impression when he saw the sword in Turo's hands enveloped by magical auras.

He squinted his eyes. He knew that the Oldman was now serious unlike when they fought against each other a while ago.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every step of Demon Yule created a vibration on the ground.

Turo lifted his long sword while pointing the tip forward. His right foot stretched behind him while his left foot in a semi-kneeled state.

He breathed deeply. 

Turo slowly opened his mouth after a brief second of closing his eyes. "In the name of the Sword Martial, wielding the power of my sword. I… shall grant you the punishment befitting of your sin." Turo muttered in a calm and collected voice, but his words echoed in their ears like the loudest voice they had ever heard.

Demon Yule squinted his eyes at his words.

"Hehr! What punishment? No one…! Can punish the strong. Weaklings are just foodies to my belly! Har har har!" Demon Yule's loud hoarse voice reverberated in their ears.

Smoke departed from his mouth after he exhaled. The next second, his figure disappeared from where he was standing a moment ago.

"Exodus of the fallen!"

TIIINNNGG!!!

The moment his figure disappeared, it was followed by a high-piercing sound.

"Her-herr!" A horrific chuckle tickled their ears.

However, Turo balled his eyes, even Yeman did also. His long sword collided with a big flat knife. This knife, Turo remembered Yule using it sometimes. Looked like he stored it inside his spatial ring that was currently on his finger.

The Exodus of the fallen— technique was blocked!

"Be my foodie!" After he screamed it, a massive hand wielding the big-flat-knife came brandishing from above.

Bang!

Clouds of dust from the debris arose like smoke when a downward strike hit the ground.

Creassssss!

Turo's feet drew long lines of scratches when he slid a few steps away behind.

Yeman noticed steam left on the Oldman's sword. Looks like he was able to parry the Demon Yule's attack. But the force of the attack still threw him a few steps away from his previous position.

"Traitors shall offer himself to die in my hands! Har har!"

Shing!

After saying this, the Demon Yule pierced his weapon on the concrete floor and lifted it together with his weapon. Then he threw it towards Turo.

The way he threw it was seemingly throwing a lightweight object. But seeing that it was made of floor concrete, everyone knew that it wasn't as lightweight as it looks.

It traveled so fast in the air that it produced a gushing noise of the wind.

Weirdly though, instead of getting afraid by it, Turo stood like a stale mountain. He was lifting his sword in front of him with the tip pointing at the ceiling.

With his eyes narrowed at the flying object, he kicked the messy floor of the room and dashed forward.

Shing!

They heard a slashing sound and the next second, the thrown concrete floor split in two and fell on the ground.

He did not stop and proceeded to attack the Demon Yule. Seeing the approaching captain, Demon Yule also advanced. Still, in his unsteady way of running.

He used the knife in his hand and randomly slashed left and right.

Ting ting ting!

High-piercing sounds were overheard inside the room which followed by sparks. The cause of it was the repeated collisions of their weapons.

"Die! Die! Die! Die traaaitooooor! Hur Har Har Har!"

His loud monstrous voice together with the constant collision of their weapons created an unpleasant melody in the ears.

"The ugly fat has the advantage in strength…" Night who was silently watching beside him suddenly muttered.

"Yeah, if this stalemate kept going on, the Sword Martial might be at the disadvantage later on. But I doubted that he was only to that extent." Yeman agreed with her and also said his assessment of the fight.

However, Yeman doubted that the well-known Sword Martial was an easy opponent.

Just as he thought. He noticed the weapon of the Demon Yule slid on the longsword in Turo's hands.

Sword Martial Turo's eye twitched slightly and squinted. 

"Sword Martial-The 1st Punishment!"

"Sword Mastery!"

After shouting the words, the sword in his hands gleamed tremendously. Then his figure disappeared and a glowing cross appeared on the Demon Yule's body.

The next second, Sword Martial Turo reappeared a few steps away, behind the Demon Yule.

Hum hum hum! Bang!

AWWWWW OOOOOOR RRHG!

The cross exploded and created a cross-shaped hole on the Demon Yule's body.

It was followed by a wail of agony.