Chapter 115: Demon Han Shuo (2/2)

A biting scream emitted from Angelo’s mouth as painful keens sounded from a person who had just been arrogantly domineering. Han Shuo descended like a demon had possessed him and straddled Angelo’s body, the Demonslayer Edge ripping at Angelo’s body.

Angelo fought back, his blows interspersed with fighting aura. However, Han Shou had no reaction when the attacks struck his body, and only responded with even more ferocious attacks. His palms seemed to have become sharp weapons as he ripped off Angelo’s ears and sank his nose into his cheeks. The flesh within Angelo’s eyes became a blurry, bloody mess, his eyes having already exploded into plasma and were leaking out in a gooey mess. Large swathes of flesh and skin on Angelo’s chest were being ripped out beneath Han Shuo’s crazy tearing. The scene made everyone else’s scalp go numb.

“Save me, save me!” At this moment, Angelo’s features had been obliterated and he looked even more frightening than Han Shuo. Only his mouth was left and able to voice desperate cries for help.

Having sunk into a demonic stupor, only the urges of bloodlust and destruction remained within his heart. There was no more of the usual placidity and restraint that could be normally found. He was a bit irritated by Angelo’s calls and swung a fist down at Angelo’s mouth. The sound of teeth breaking rang out as Angelo moaned feebly and spat out bits of teeth.

“Oh, my gosh. How did we enrage such a madman?!” Leon, not too far in the distance, was getting an eyeful of Han Shuo’s brutal torture. A cold fear grew in his heart as his body trembled and he gave an involuntary scream.

Blow after blow from Han Shuo’s fists landed on Angelo’s cheeks and neck. He’d been moaning continuously before, but his chest now faced upwards and his cheek was against the ground. This posture noticeably indicated that his neck had already been broken and Angelo was long without breath.

“What’s happened to Han? Why is he being so brutal?” Aphrodite and the others had been about ready to attack the other side when they were all scared senseless, even forgetting to raise their hands against the enemies and could only stand there dumbly, watching Han Shuo continue his violence.

“Angelica, stay there and don’t come any nearer!” Nia saw that Angelica was curious and wanted to come over to check things out, and so suddenly yelled out loudly to prevent her from drawing close. She wasn’t willing to let Angelica see such a bloody scene.

“Don’t let them get away! Although Han is a bit out of sorts right now, we should still assist him.” Although Trunks had killed his share of people, Han Shuo’s current violence also made his scalp numb. However, Trunks was someone who’d weathered strong winds and big waves as well and understood what should be done at this point.

Trunks rushed over with his manticore, milky-white aura flaring out from his longsword and immediately killed a robber and an archer. His milky-white aura represented his identity as a swordmaster, and the appearance of the manticore indicated Trunks’ identity.

It was only now that these people finally realized that they had gotten entangled with Trunks of the Dark Forest, and that Leon cursed and said in pain, “Damn it, why were we so unlucky? It’s enough that we met one crazy madman, but now we’ve run into this notable harbinger of bad luck.”

“Damn it, why is it Trunks?! Everyone run!” Another swordsman also cried out with some trepidation.

The group of more than ten, which contained senior swordsmen and adept mages, as well as all sorts of other professions, actually had more than enough strength to defeat them. Even with Trunks on the other side, Han Shuo’s group may not have full confidence in defeating them, but the other side was overwhelmed by Trunks’ reputation and Han Shuo’s outrageous reactions, and thus made the decision to retreat.

“You stay here, I’ll chase after them.” Seeing that Aphrodite and the others were attempting to follow them, Trunks suddenly called out loudly.

His voice had just sounded and didn’t even have the time to taper off when the berserk Han Shuo suddenly leapt up from Angelo’s corpse and dashed out with the Demonslayer Edge, making for Leon, fleeing towards safety, at the speed of lightning.

“That demon’s catching up to us. Leon, how did you decide on picking on them? You’ve doomed us all!” One swordsman turned his head back to see Han Shuo appear and complained bitterly to Leon.

“Everyone split up. Although I can’t tell how strong that demon is, he absolutely wouldn’t be much weaker than Trunks given that he could kill Angelo just like that. You better hope that you don’t run into him, or you’ll be tortured to death.” Leon immediately changed direction after calling out these orders.

Everyone had also witnessed Han Shuo’s brutality just now and didn’t need to be reminded by Leon. All of them suddenly changed direction and formed groups of two or three, splitting off into several directions to escape from the premises. Although they’d heard of Trunks’ might, they also knew that Trunks had never killed someone so brutally. Therefore, they’d rather bump into Trunks and didn’t want to run into the equally unknown, but much more brutal demonic Han Shuo.

Whoosh sounded out as Han Shuo appeared and rushed ahead without stopping. He finally caught up with two journeyman swordsmen and one thunder adept mage in front of a river.

When the three of them saw that the person ahead of them was Han Shuo, they all displayed expressions of fear. Their bodies all trembled uncontrollably, and when they saw that Han Shuo was swiftly approaching, the adept mage finally roared, “Damn it, let’s fight him head to head or we’ll all be tortured to death.”

After the thunder mage had spoken, he recited a string of incantations and five bolts of lightning, like traversing dragons, appeared out of thin air, snaking towards Han Shuo. The two journeyman swordsmen gripped their longswords and were a bit nervous due to fear.

It wasn’t until Han Shuo had rushed in front of the two of them and evaded three lightning bolts, but was rendered greatly charred by two more, that the two swordsmen and mage were overjoyed. The swordsmen intended on killing Han Shuo after the mage had done his bit.

It was a pity that they had no way of knowing how strong and durable Han Shuo’s body was. Although his body had injuries upon injuries after taking two bolts of lightning, he felt no pain in his enraged mental state. He crashed into the swordsmen and mage, immediately giving rise to a struggle between life and death.

After taking a few breaths in, he took two bolts of light from the swordsmen’s swords based purely on an indomitable will. He killed the thunder adept mage, who had miscalculating Han Shuo’s bodily strength and used the last bit of his magical yuan to severely injure another swordsman. His body finally thoroughly lost all strength and he sank down listlessly.

“He’s done for, help me kill him, hurry!” The heavily injured journeyman swordsman lay in a puddle of blood and called out to the other fellow.