Chapter 20 (1/2)

Chapter 20 – The Throne (2)

No tactics No formations The army of the death just attacked Jhuro Yashura with their full, raer!

Jhuro steadied his breath Prepared the bestStyle’

Five enemies approached with swords in their hands

The Blackfang Swordsman of the Yashura Fatheir heads as his silhouette swiftly passed by

“Come,” he said “You fuckers,” and he added

More and ed And Jhuro started to dance his ‘Water Flowing Style’ again

He beautifully dodged every sword slashes and pike thrusts and at the same time, chopped more and more heads while he was at it

Minutes later, most of the dead men were headless Jhuro started to cut their limbs as fast as possible

The mercenaries of the camp were massacred by Nura the Necroain by Jhuro Yashura

Jhuro stepped out of the crippled army

“Try again when you're much fuckin’ older, kiddos,” he said while sheathed his sword

He coolly walked forward, one by one the standing dead men behind him fell like a bunch of dominoes

From the Blackwood’s tent, an enthusiastic clap was heard

“Still a as always,” the suard followed behind him “hello, Jhuju”

“Nura fuckin’ Blackwood,” Jhuro Yashura greeted the pale man back

“Ah, it’s Nura Gilht?”

“You killed a bunch of fuckin’ innocent men here, such an asshole”

“Isn’t your hobby provoked by so but innocent people too? Then killed them in the end?”

“I’m just an occasional asshole by choice You’re a fuckin’ permanent asshole, the type that people don’t have cures for it”

Nura Gilmour chuckled

“What do you want now, Nura,” Jhuro asked with a serious tone

“Just a proper chat”

“Don’t bullshi+t ain”

Nura Gilreen bamboo stick to Jhuro “Here, catch it”

When he caught it with his hand, Jhuro found the bamboo stick was actually his old sword sheath “You stole ive it back? fuck you”

“Don’t you want that thing again?”

“Should I say thank you? I can fuckin’ kill you with this thing, ya know,” Jhuro replaced his current sword sheath with the green bamboo sheath The sheath actually performed as poisons sack for him, and the bamboo sheath was the secret weapon that needed years for poison master like him to nurture

Nura Gilestured his head to invite Jhuro to Blackwood’s tent “Let’s chat about your son”

“The fuck you talkin’ about my son?!”

Nura Gilo as slasses of tea

“You worked hard to the bone just to bought expensive elixirs for your son, which we both knew some were rare and not accessible to cohty Grandpa Lharu helped with his huge wealth to bought even rare and heavenly ingredients that usually used by grand kingdoms as tributes to heaven Well, naturally, as you feared, people started to asked questions and put more attention to this matter”

Jhuro Yashura eyes started to shake He lost his confidence “What do you trying to say?”

“Oh, did Butler Yulong never told you about it?”

“Told me? About what?” the man’s hands started to tremble as well

“Your old buddy Good-Natured Spirit now becoood friend with your son”

Jhuro Yashura couldn’t utter a word as he stared at the pale man

“I said,” Nura Gilmour repeated himself “Old buddy Good-Natured Spirit no—”

Shhiiing!

Jhuro pounced toward Nura Gilmour with sword readied in his hand

However, a big silhouette suddenly appeared to block his path

Claaank!

The swordsainst a flash of a long iron stick, which later appeared itself as a rusty spear with dragon ornaments on the surface