Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 82: 082: The Sparrow Stalks Behind



Chapter 82: Chapter 082: The Sparrow Stalks Behind

Roger instinctively raised his sword to block!

Boom!

A tremendous force struck him head-on, sending Roger flying out like a cannonball.

A stifling sensation in his chest, his breath turbulent.

“This guy’s strength is even greater than last time!” A glimmer of sharpness flashed in Roger’s eyes as he tensed his waist and abdominals to adjust his posture in mid-air.

After landing, he only took a few steps back before steadying himself.

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Having gauged the strength of his opponent, he felt a measure of relief in his heart.

Although Ivy was powerful, his own progress was much more pronounced.

“Huh?”

Ivy frowned, a hint of confusion appearing on her Murloc-like features.

“You seem to have gotten a lot stronger.”

Without responding, Roger kept his eyes on the distant Ivy while bending to open the music box at his feet.

“Hehe, what are you planning to do?”

“Play a tune to please me?”

Ivy laughed lightly, feeling utterly relaxed knowing that Henrik wasn’t there.

“Give me the Soul Transference Book, and I can grant you a relatively quick death, and promise not to harm your family.”

By that time, Roger had already grabbed the hilt of the Steel Sword, but he wasn’t in a hurry to attack, instead, he raised his head to look at Ivy in the distance.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t seen this so-called Soul Transference Book.”

Roger intended to keep this matter to himself, refusing to acknowledge it to anyone asking, and besides, the Soul Transference Book was already taken into the Hunter’s Cabin; even if he wanted to, he couldn’t produce it.

Ivy’s expression darkened, “Are you still going to argue when death is upon you?”

“That thing isn’t on the island, nor is it in Sherman’s house. Apart from you, I can’t think of anyone else.”

“I only suspected before, but now I’m utterly certain, you must have obtained the Soul Transference Book; otherwise, there’s no way to explain how you’ve become so much stronger in such a short time!” Ivy challenged.

“I come from an ancient Demon Hunting family, my strength is due to the Secret Techniques passed down by my family, and it has nothing to do with the thing you mentioned.”

“We have no grudge between us, and I don’t have what you’re looking for…”

Roger stared at Ivy.

“Humph.”

Ivy let out a cold laugh, “Now that I know the secret of the Soul Transference Book, it’s impossible to let you go.”

Roger’s muscles tensed slightly, and he shifted his position, “You killed Sherman. If you kill me, Henrik won’t let you get away with it.”

“Sherman?”

Ivy was taken aback at first, “You Demon Hunters are like beasts in human skin, biting wildly without a clue.”

Roger’s expression suddenly changed, “Sherman wasn’t killed by you?”

“I may not be a good person, but at least I have the courage to admit what I’ve done!”

The moment her words fell, Ivy’s body sprung forward, pouncing towards Roger, “When I catch you, I hope you’re still as defiant as you are now!”

If Sherman wasn’t killed by her, then who was it?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, yet all were swiftly suppressed to the depths of Roger’s heart.

As Ivy charged towards him, the muscles on Roger’s back bulged, and from a half-crouched stance, he suddenly stepped forward, leveraging the power from his body moving forward and his waist and abdominals.

Swish!

A streak of white light flashed by, in the dark of the night, even more dazzling than the moonlight!

Although he hadn’t practiced Night Cat Swordsmanship for long, this style, derived from the Cat Fraction, had much in common with the elven dagger technique Roger previously practiced.

Swift and agile.

Fierce and ruthless.

This seemingly ordinary sword draw was actually one of the stronger moves in swordsmanship.

Flash Strike!

From stillness to motion.

Like a Night Cat launching an attack!

From the moment he grasped the hilt of his sword, Roger had begun to gather his strength, adjusting his muscles to their optimal state.

Ivy, unaware of this, made a casual pounce, only to collide with the most ferocious moment of Roger’s attack!

Not long ago, when Roger and Henrik had discussed transcendent powers, they had talked about Ivy’s strength.

Roger had originally thought Ivy was already a Transcendent Being, but Henrik told him the Ivy they met at the manor was all show.

A true Transcendent Being is transformed from the inside out.

If Ivy back then had been Transcendent, both of them would’ve died right there.

This was precisely why Roger didn’t choose to run away immediately upon seeing Ivy.

Below the Transcendent tier, he believed he could fight!

And if he really couldn’t match her, he could still take a potion.

The sword was too fast, and Ivy, caught off guard, took a direct hit.

The flash of the sword passed, first a chilling sensation, followed by a surge of intense pain.

“Ah…”

Ivy was sent flying by the slash, and before she could even hit the ground, her blood splattered—a critical hit. Roger just took a quick breath and then, powering up his legs, he charged toward Ivy who had fallen to the ground.

During a fight, focus on fighting—don’t waste time trash-talking. If your bluster falls flat and your enemy escapes, that’s when the real trouble starts.

Roger had originally thought that his sword strike could’ve taken at least half of Ivy’s life, but upon getting closer, he realized that although Ivy seemed seriously injured, at most it was a severe wound.

Her body was entirely different from a normal human’s.

Her skin was covered in fine scales, and the bones under her muscles were thick and hard. Roger’s sword had struck bone.

That’s why Ivy’s injury was only surface deep and had not affected her internal organs.

Even so, Roger now had an absolute upper hand.

He moved nimbly, avoiding a direct clash with Ivy, while his Steel Sword swung, gradually expanding his victory and wearing down Ivy’s strength bit by bit.

“This swordsmanship… are you from the Blood Hunter Family!?”

Ivy growled.

Roger turned a deaf ear, his attacks unceasing.

Moments ago, Ivy had looked down on Roger with the air of a superior being, but now, this young man she had underestimated had seriously wounded her and was even pushing her step by step toward the abyss of death.

“Damn it!”

Ivy began to think of retreat; her strength was originally just above Roger’s, but due to her carelessness, Roger had seized the opportunity to seriously wound her, and she had fallen into a situation where she was getting hit repeatedly.

Of course, Roger wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could kill Ivy in a heartbeat, but this outcome made him more vigilant.

Reality isn’t a game; the slightest negligence could be fatal!

Swish!

An arm raised high, Roger turned and cleaved through the scales on Ivy’s chest, then pinned her to a tree, following up on the wound he had just inflicted.

Seeing that she had completely lost the ability to move, Roger finally relaxed a bit.

“Haha, who would’ve thought… I would die at the hands of a young hunter.”

Ivy laughed bitterly.

Seeing Ivy in this state, Roger suddenly remembered something Henrik had done not long ago.

“Hmm…” he cleared his throat.

“I’m not saying I couldn’t let you go.”

“Do you have any savings or something…”

Roger asked earnestly.

……

Looking at Ivy, who had become even more despairing, Roger sighed.

“Indeed, I can’t learn such shameless tactics like Henrik’s. I’m just too honest for that.”

Just as Roger was about to put an end to Ivy’s life, he saw a trace of venom flash in her eyes.

“I’ll be waiting for you down below, the Three Holy Spirits will soon find you.”

“The Soul Transference Book is key to the Advent of the Saint Heir.”

“You can’t escape!”

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