Yuno cradled Old Man's body, standing dazed for a long while before he finally reacted and said to Radahn, "He... is dead."
An uproar erupted.
The entire crowd was in an uproar. After those repeated heavy blows to the head, there had really been no chance of survival. So how had Old Man sprung up to counterattack just now? That had merely been his final fighting instinct, squeezing out his last trace of life to do what befitted him-attack, attack, attack.
He was always on the path of battle, even in death.
This was a state that defied normal human behavior. When ordinary people were near death, their survival instincts would often awaken. That was the nature of living things: if they could live, they did not want to die. Besides, after being beaten like that, they could not move even if they wanted to.
Yuno understood that. He knew how hard he had struck. He really had been trying to kill him. Under normal circumstances, Old Man would either have been beaten to death or left with one last breath because he was hard to kill. In any case, he should have lost the ability to resist.
What was this, then? Suicide? Had Old Man died at my hands?
Yuno found it hard to wrap his head around. There were oddballs every year, but this one was far too horrifying.
Radahn smacked his lips and beckoned toward Old Man's corpse. Purple Gravity Sorcery lifted it into the air before him. He examined it carefully, then said, "Find a Witch to restore his body, then place him in a jar and bury him in the Heroic Spirit Underground Catacombs. On my authority, grant him an honorable return to the Erdtree. May we witness his superb and frenzied swordsmanship again in