Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 993 - 724 Sword Seal Seed_2

Just as Ox relaxed and prepared his next step, a calm voice suddenly came from behind him.

That voice carried no inflection, much like words uttered from a cold corpse.

More terrifying was that the voice was very close, as if it were right behind his head.

"You’ve run so far, where are you going?"

His body tensed abruptly, and even without turning, Ox spun around, his right leg whipping out like a lash.

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The heavy blow struck the surrounding branches, propelling Ox away, but behind him was no one.

Tap.

A faint sound, a cool hand rested on his shoulder.

"Who are you? Get out here!"

The light in Ox’s pupils was solid as if tangible, and his power surged instantly. He took a step back, lunging with his elbow like a javelin.

This time, his attack did not miss.

Thunk.

Retreating, attacking, and turning, all in one seamless motion.

In the dark underbrush, Ox saw a slightly thin figure. He squinted, but the person’s features seemed shrouded by the surrounding darkness, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see clearly.

"Who are you?"

"A noble or from the kingdom’s secret agency?"

Ox asked coldly.

"How did you do it?" Roger questioned back instead of answering.

But the next second, Ox’s figure retreated rapidly, frantically trying to flee into the distance.

He was a spy, not a warrior. Having completed his mission, there was no need to linger here; leaving early was the right choice.

"You still haven’t answered my question, how did you do it?"

After just a few steps forward, Ox found himself intercepted once again. This time he didn’t flee, though unsure how the other could move silently and swiftly through the dense forest.

But Ox knew that to get away without consequences was impossible here.

The remaining choice was simple.

Kill the blocking enemy.

"Your body is very weak, genuinely weak, yet just now, you mysteriously surged twice."

"It’s truly strange."

Roger questioned again.

"How did you do it?"

Ox took half a step back, lowering his center of gravity. At some point, two dull, lightless daggers had appeared in his hands.

In the next moment, Ox attacked without any reservation.

Swish, swish, swish!

He struck like a viper in the dark, each blow aimed at Roger’s vital spots.

Roger’s expression remained unchanged, his hand reaching for Ox’s thrusting dagger.

Clang!

A light sound, the blade clashed against Roger’s fingernail, producing a metallic scraping noise. The successive attacks all connected, but no matter how hard Ox fought, every attack was precisely intercepted.

In just a few breaths, Ox struck dozens of times, but each strike left him more desperate.

"This is impossible?"

"How can anyone, without unleashing soul power, resist the sharpness of a blade with just physical strength!?"

"This is an illusion!"

A faint line appeared in Ox’s silver pupils, and at that moment, a smile appeared on Roger’s lips.

"As I thought, it’s soul power."

"A peculiar fluctuation, soul power can indeed be like bloodlines."

Rapidly pondering in his mind.

"Is this maybe a different path of advancement?"

"What kind of monster are you?"

Ox was already somewhat hopeless, and in the next second, he felt a pain in his wrist. When he realized, his weapon was already in the other’s hand.

"About enough understanding now."

Roger spoke to himself.

"Strong power but terrible technique."

Reversed the grip on the daggers in his hand. "That’s not how you use weapons."

He remembered the time executing tasks in the town, there was a period where the daggers were his strongest combat assets.

His vision had since advanced significantly, mastering weapon techniques to a very high level.

In an instant, he completely grasped the dagger in his hand.

With a skill transformation in his mind, Roger stepped forward, plunging the weapon into Ox’s chest.

Thud!

The blade sliced through skin, simultaneously a special energy entered his own body.

Ox’s eyes widened, soul swelling.

But quickly, a special mark, like that dagger, stabbed deep into his soul, leaving a profound imprint there.

Axis Sword Seal.

Gazing at the puppet-like Ox, Roger satisfactorily withdrew the weapon from his hand.

Ox’s soul oscillated like ripples, and soon the wound on his chest healed rapidly.

When it all concluded, Ox fell to his knees in front of Roger with a thud.

Raising his head, in his silver eyes appeared a clear sword seal.

"Very good."

Roger smiled, placing his palm on Ox’s forehead.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

The forest was silent, the environment swallowing the two whole.

After a long time, a look of realization passed through Roger’s eyes.

"I see."

This Ox came from humble beginnings, selected through layers of filters in his childhood to join the Federation’s secret Inspection Bureau.

The so-called Inspection Bureau equates to a special agency, mainly working to gather intelligence, assassinate, and infiltrate the kingdom’s nobility.

Through personal effort, both in identity and status, Ox achieved significant advancement, more than a month ago, he was the earliest personnel sent to the border.

"Looks like my body fell deep underground."

Roger thought silently.

His body, under the influence of the Quinn Sword Seal, merged with the rules of the earth. Even without Roger’s control, the forces activated can prevent injuries from hitting the ground upon falling.

In fact, it might even go further down into the earth when it descended.

However, no one anticipated an unknown area hidden deep underground at the border.

Perhaps due to this, Roger suddenly lost contact with his own body. Now, both the kingdom and the federation are exerting effort.

Both sides’ spies probe each other, searching for Roger’s body and the location of that underground space.

According to Ox’s account, the kingdom cares more about Roger’s body, while the Federation focuses on the secret underground space.

There’s supposedly a massive secret hidden there that only the highest ranks of the Federation know.

"Looks like I have to make a trip to the border."

Roger touched his slightly smooth nails; just now, he used them to block all of Ox’s attacks.

He controlled a corpse, with no possibility of self-growth. Even with the seepage of Life Lake Water, it seemed to cause some mutation but not bring a complete change through practice like before.

During the time he practiced the Axis Sword Seal, Roger could clearly feel the recovery of his soul’s injury.

But this efficiency was far too low compared to before, affecting even his cultivation speed.

The body couldn’t improve, the soul’s injury recovery was also slow, despite many methods, Roger lacked a direction to break the stalemate.

Yet compared to other Transcendents, Roger was evidently more comprehensive. He quickly shifted his mindset that since his body couldn’t grow stronger through cultivation, he would find another way.

He regarded his body as an alchemical product.

Completely changed its original characteristics through potion immersion.

During this process, the Life Lake Water helped greatly.

The available herbs and materials were very limited now.

But through precise ratios and the targeted guidance of Life Lake Water, Roger developed several new types of potions in a short time.

His skin had become tough, although feeling normal, its resistance increased sharply.

His nails were specially strengthened, their defensive power now far exceeding ordinary metal.

Limited by the current materials, what he could do was very limited, if his research went deeper, with more knowledge.

Roger might be able to transform this body into an inhuman entity with Alchemy alone, as for the final limit, that was unknown.

Besides that, the greatest gain was the special ability obtained through practicing the Axis Dharma Seal.

Imprinted deep within the soul, the Sword Seal Seed merged with the soul itself as the other grew.

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