“Well done!” The crowd cried instinctively as they whooped for Jared. In the meantime, Kazuo wore an


    ugly look on his face, but his re was not directed at Jared. Instead, it was fixed on Evangeline. No


    ordinary mortal could have recognized Esiotrotus!


    Scowling, Jun rose from the ground. A katana, the color of blood, emerged in his hand with souls of the


    da*ned circling the de. It was in that many had fallen under the weapon in Jun’s hand.


    The crimson glow flickered, and Jun’s entire body turned red as if he had been bathed in blood. The


    sighs of the da*ned souls emanated from Jun with an aura of carnage in the aftermath of a battle.


    Dragonyer Sword in Jared’s hand glowed and hummed incessantly like a bloodthirsty predator with


    its sights set on its prey. The wrathful spirits, sensing the aura of Dragonyer Sword, stirred uneasily


    as if it was trying to edge away from it.


    Jun frowned at the sight. My own weapon is cowering before the fight began. “Set your blood essence


    aze to awaken the spirit of the samurai within you,” Kazuo rumbled, with the authority of the


    primordial earth.


    At those words, Jun bit down on his tongue without hesitation and spat a mouthful of blood onto the


    katana.


    The crimson de appeared to have be excited upon getting a taste of blood. Cowering no more,


    the spirits began roaring like wild, untamed beasts.


    “Souls of the da*ned, attack!” Jun shouted and, with a mighty sh of his katana, unleashed a terrifying


    force that seemed to descend from the heavens. Baring their bloody maws, the spirits dashed toward


    his opponent. Jared sneered at the spirits. “Holy Light!”


    Dragonyer Sword in Jared’s hand emitted a golden beam that ascended to the heavens before


    sending forth streaks of light and illuminating the earth with the brilliance of the sun.


    The spirits which were initially vicious writhed in agony upon the merest contact with the golden light


    before dissipating in a wisp of green smoke.


    Though the spirits disappeared, the golden light remained and shone onto Jun, whose features were


    contorted by a look of terror before struggling in pain.


    His body smoldered with a dense, ck smog before it quickly dissipated. In the meantime, Kazuo


    shuddered. Jared’s lips curled upward at the sight. “So that’s what it is.”


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    He had ascertained from the expansion of Jun’s aura earlier that thetter was possessed by a spirit,


    except that he did not expect Kazuo to have survived and dispatched his spirit into the body of another


    host.


    Having never witnessed magecraft like this, Jared began to take a keen interest in Kazuo. Jun was


    drenched in cold sweat. Without Kazuo’s support, he had now be a scapegoat.


    With a leap, Jarednded a ferocious punch on thetter. The force of that strike warped the space


    around Jun and drenched him in blood from the impact.


    Noticing that Jun was still alive, Jared sent out another punch. Without a doubt, Jun will not survive this


    one.


    At that moment, Kazuo waved his hand and a massive force descended and sent Jared retreating


    swiftly. Despite that, the aura within Jared continued to push forth.


    “What is the meaning of this?” Jared asked with a re at Kazuo. “With the oue of the battle now


    clear, there is no need to shed blood,” Kazuo replied slowly.