In the tangled alleys of New Suburb, a group hurried along at full speed. At last, relying on a wilderness hunter's tracking skills, they found their priceless target.
Unfortunately, they were destined to be disappointed.
Clang!
Amid flashes of blades, Luosang the Second pulled his sword from the body of an enemy whose eyes were still wide open, then ducked low to avoid the silver dart flying from behind.
"Reinforcements! Call for reinforcements!"
"Push forward!"
"He's too strong..."
"Don't let that bastard get away! He's worth five gold pieces!"
"Do you know how to move? Surround him!"
"He slipped through! Watch your backs!"
"Don't fall asleep, brother—damn it, this is his ability..."
Luosang the Second's sword seemed alive. It danced and whirled with his body, weaving back and forth through the narrow alleys between the high walls. Every strike achieved maximum effect, leaving his opponents flustered and helpless.
His steps were orderly. Whenever he was caught between attacks, he beat out a steady rhythm, shifting positions and slipping free of the encirclement, then beginning another one-on-one duel.
"I've seen you before! I definitely have! But weren't you dead?"
"Run! That's Luosang! Luosang of the Blood Bottle Gang!"
"So what? You think having a gang name makes you impressive? Our boss is the Blood Bottle Gang's top man, the Alpha Wolf's right-hand man... forget it! Whoever he is, chop him down!"
"That's right! I'm taking his head! Even Prince Tayaus couldn't save him! I'm telling you—aaagh!"
"We're screwed! He knocked our boss down!"
"The legend of the Blood Bottle Gang is true! He's come back to life!"
"Impossible! The Black Sword killed him!"
Come back to life?
Luosang the Second sneered inwardly.
Compared with Rober, he had been far, far less fortunate.
Back then, when he awoke from the nightmare of