Heavy-Hitting Swordsman

Green gestured a couple of times, and the more he handled the pistol, the better it felt.

Moreover, despite both being enchanted weapons, the pistol's grade far surpassed that batch of enchanted rifles Green had bought from Old One-Eye. If he had to make a comparison, the enchanted rifles were white-grade equipment, while this pistol was a superb dark-gold item set with gems.

Of course, a Formal Rank expert would definitely not think much of an enchanted pistol like this, but among apprentices, it was a superb weapon that many could only dream of.

After a brief moment of thought, Green decided to keep the pistol for now. He also took the leather gun holster hanging on the toilet-stall wall, wrapped it around his waist, and inserted the pistol into it before walking out of the restroom. Unexpectedly, just then, footsteps approached from outside and stopped right there.

Green frowned. Obtaining a pistol worth eight hundred Psychic Energy had indeed made him relax somewhat. Otherwise, there was no way he would have failed to hear the footsteps until the other party was nearly at the door.

The footsteps stopped outside the door. After a brief half-second pause, the person did not open it immediately.

Green cursed inwardly. The smell of blood in the restroom had probably alerted the other party. He acted decisively, suddenly yanking open the door. A very burly man stood outside, a startled and vicious glint flashing through his eyes. By the time Green saw him, one of the man's hands was already reaching for the longsword at his waist.

"Heavy Strike Swordsman!"

Seeing the enormous sword hanging from the man's waist, fully as wide as a palm, Green immediately identified his profession. He was actually a Heavy Strike Swordsman, a profession that had long since fallen into decline!

This powerful profession had once dominated the continent for centuries before the Industrial Revolution. But after firearms were invented and enchanted firearms appeared, its practitioners stubbornly clung to dogma and held fast to their heavy greatswords. Unable to adapt and reform, and unable to keep pace with the times like the knight profession, it was no surprise that they had been swept into the river of history.

To see a Heavy Strike Swordsman in a small city like Landon City nowadays was enough to classify him as a rare species.

Unfortunately, Green was no conservationist when it came to rare species. Whether it was a Heavy Strike Swordsman or a Fencing Dancer, in front of him there were only enemies and friends.

Before the Heavy Strike Swordsman could draw his greatsword, a white shadow flashed past and shot straight at his face. The Heavy Strike Swordsman hurriedly retreated while drawing his weapon, but unexpectedly, with a puff, just as the greatsword was halfway out of its sheath, a downward-pointing spike that appeared from thin air pierced through the top of his head and emerged from below.

He was skewered like candied hawthorn on a stick and died on the spot, without even having time to scream.

Green had already turned this Bone Spikes technique into an art. Its skill level had reached six, and this time he had cast it instantly, determining the man's life and death in one strike.

Green was feeling rather pleased with himself when his expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly shifted his footing and slid his body more than half a foot to the side, narrowly avoiding a fierce Sword Qi slash.

"He's still alive!"

Green was startled. Looking again, he saw that the person who had released the Sword Qi was actually the unlucky man who had just been skewered by Bone Spikes. He had somehow revived, though his face was deathly pale and he was panting heavily, showing that the earlier attack had injured him severely. Green's gaze swept over the area and landed on the corpse from before. It had now become a badly damaged, crude cloth doll woven from hemp rope and gray cloth.

"A Substitute Doll. So that's how it is!" Green understood at once. Although this crude Substitute Doll could save its owner's life at a critical moment, the cost was also immense. They were rare and difficult to see under normal circumstances. He had not expected this man to possess one.

Seeing his unexpected, supposedly foolproof attack easily avoided, a trace of despair flashed through the Heavy Strike Swordsman's eyes. Yet he still refused to give up hope. He struggled to hold his sword defensively and opened his mouth wide, preparing to call for help from his nearby companions.

But just as he opened his mouth to shout, he suddenly discovered that he could not make a sound. It felt as though something had blocked his throat, and even breathing was difficult.

"Not good! That white shadow just now was a spirit!" The Heavy Strike Swordsman realized what had happened. When Evil Ghost Maxim charged at him earlier, it had already touched his soul. Once he sensed something was wrong, he reacted extremely quickly, biting the tip of his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood. His spirit immediately jolted awake, breaking free of the evil spirit's suppression. He summoned all his strength to call for help and, like a dying beast making one last counterattack, tried to throw the greatsword in his hand at Green.

Unfortunately, before he could truly shout or throw the greatsword, there was a wet stab. The Hard-Skin Ghoul's claws pierced into his back a second time, right through the heart.

This time, there was no Substitute Doll to save him. The Heavy Strike Swordsman let out a muffled groan, his eyes dimmed, and he died on the spot.

Expressionless, Green reached out and touched the corpse, harvesting another wave of Psychic Energy. He then dragged the body into the restroom. After searching it, he found no other enchanted weapons besides the greatsword. That sword subsequently transformed into forty-five points of Psychic Energy as well.

The entire process had taken less than a minute. Green walked out of the restroom with a wand in one hand and a pistol in the other, swaggering toward the most crowded place in the building.

Green had come to clear the dungeon prepared to kill without restraint. Moreover, casually killing a few scumbags just now and obtaining more than a hundred Psychic Energy had further inflamed his killing intent.

Originally, he had wanted to play at "secret infiltration," slipping in without anyone noticing. But discovering the underground pyramid ruins had changed his mind. He planned to finish things quickly, then enter the underground area and see whether that pyramid still contained any Psychic Energy. Although the magic formation around its exterior had been utterly destroyed, the pyramid itself still contained something mysterious. Otherwise, it could not have interfered with Green's control over the evil spirit.

As for the core figures of the Tower of Yin Spirits, Green estimated that most of them were probably inside that pyramid as well. Otherwise, as the Tower of Yin Spirits' largest secret base near Landon City, it was impossible for the place to contain only these newly initiated supernatural practitioners, without even a single Advanced Apprentice to hold down the fort.

He had been cautious earlier to guard against Advanced Apprentice Mages or Advanced Apprentice Knights. Since none of them had appeared, he might as well cut loose a little instead of wasting time for nothing.

The hall of the abandoned office building reeked of alcohol and lust. Tonight's wanton revelry had already reached its climax.

Green swaggered in, passing by several people, yet no one came forward to question the unfamiliar face. It was not until a drunken, red-haired, bearded man passed by with his arm around a bare-chested woman that he seemed unable to find Green in his memories. Frowning, he slurred his words and questioned him with a crooked grin: "Hey, kid, who brought you here? How come I've never seen you before?"

Green chuckled, stopped, and turned to look at him. He said lightly, "Then I'll start with you."

The red-haired bearded man was still too drunk to think clearly. He cursed incoherently, "You filthy swine! I'm talking to you! Think I won't smash your dog head with one punch?"