They all call me Great Master-Chapter 777 - 774 Master’s Words II

Piercing!

The Baron Tami's cry of surprise was so piercing!

The Marquess of Ainhars instinctively executed a Twin Sword Slash.

But—

The blades stopped one inch away from Baron Tami's head.

The receding sword wind rustled the Baron's hair and clothes.

In that whistling sound, the 'Blood Drinker' laughed with unrestrained glee, it knew it had won again this time.

Humans have weaknesses.

Once you grasp those weaknesses...

You are sure to win!

Without the slightest pause, the 'Blood Drinker' forced Baron Tami's arms to thrust forward powerfully.

Thud, thud!

Kama and Baron Harlan's bodies were impaled on the Marquis's Twin Swords.

The two Barons' eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.

Clearly, these two had contemplated their own deaths.

Only, they never imagined that they would die at the hands of the Marquess of Ainhars.

Instinctively, the two men opened their mouths wanting to say something, but with a twist of the 'Blood Drinker's' arms behind them, their bodies were split in two, leaving no last words.

Watching this scene, the Marquess of Ainhars's facial muscles twitched.

And the 'Blood Drinker' laughed even more joyously—

"Death always brings me pleasure.

But meaningless death is irritating.

Only death that comes with the suffering of the living excites me!

Marquis of Ainhars, do you know?

Your ancestors also once faced a choice as painful as yours."

The 'Blood Drinker's' voice began to take on a playful tone.

The Marquis's pupils shook violently.

The Marquis wanted to swing his sword down and stop such words.

But looking at Tami's face, the Marquis found his sword couldn't swing down—he hesitated like any normal person would.

Just like his despised father.

In his view, it was because his father's sword wasn't fast enough, nor ruthless enough, that he lost to the Old Lion of Inner Bay's father.

Therefore, his sword had to be faster and more ruthless than his father's.

And indeed, he had achieved that.

Though it came at a cost.

But what's that in comparison to the result?

Children?

It's the same if they come from a collateral adoption.

They are all of the Ainhars bloodline.

As long as he doesn't fall.

Everything can continue.

Besides, he had succeeded.

Only...

Why couldn't his sword, now fast and ruthless enough, not swing down?

"Bernaken, is it you?

Are you the one behind this?

Come out!

Take back your power!

I have my own power!

I don't want yours!"

The Marquis of Ainhars roared.

In response to such a roar, the 'Blood Drinker', using Baron Tami's body, revealed a smiling face, and the voice was even softer—

"My dear Marquis, have you ever heard a saying?

Power can change a person!

Don't deny it, it's true!"

Standing before the Marquis of Ainhars's sword blade, the 'Blood Drinker' spoke leisurely.

"Every kind of power has its own traits.

And when these traits reach their pinnacle, they become the path."

Only those whose traits are highly compatible can qualify to walk the path represented by that power.

So, what about the opposite?

Having accepted the "Demon Hunter's Path", have you...

...been influenced by the "Demon Hunter's Path"?"

"Blood Drinker" said half-truthfully.

Compatibility does indeed make things easier.

The choice of power can truly influence one's personality.

But,

The essence will not change!

So-called change?

It is merely an excuse.

And now, "Blood Drinker" was giving the Marquess of Ainhars an excuse—an excuse that would allow it to successfully seize the other's body.

"Blood Drinker" sensed the chaos within the Marquess of Ainhars' spirituality, the abnormal beating of his heart, and a smile crept into its heart.

Although compared with those bizarre beings that peep from the shadows into the depths of fear in others' hearts to disturb their spirituality and achieve their predatory goals, its methods were certainly inferior, but compared to those bizarre beings that follow their instincts, it knew how to choose better.

It knew which words could better breach the opponent's mental defenses.

Rather than relying on luck.

After all, the things people fear the most vary from moment to moment.

Some people have a strong love for various horror stories and can calmly comb through the logical points while being too scared to walk at night, turning pale and screaming at any little noise.

There are also those who are well-built, able to bench press 100kg, yet fall to their knees at the mention of "I'm the boss of Shu Road" in fear.

At that moment, in that instant, what they fear is truly different.

The former might still be somewhat effective.

But what about the latter?

To those bizarre beings from the shadows, it is incomprehensible why, even as they punch and kick, their prey's fear rapidly diminishes—a abnormality.

But "Blood Drinker" doesn't need such things.

It captures everything.

It confirms its opportunity.

Then it crashed directly onto the sword of the Marquess of Ainhars.

"Do you feel like even breathing has become difficult now?

Is your heart hurting?

Your 'Sword Body' has stopped, right?"

Baron Tami, hanging on the blade, was spitting fresh blood, but this did not stop "Blood Drinker" from using this fact to add insult to injury to the Marquess of Ainhars' psyche.

"I…"

"My Lord, save me."

The Marquess of Ainhars' instinctive rebuttal was interrupted by Baron Tami's words.

At this moment, Baron Tami's face was pale from blood loss, but the gloominess was gone.

This time, Baron Tami was truly Baron Tami.

Having confirmed this. the Marquess of Ainhars immediately attempted to lay Baron Tami down, intending to turn him on his side and plug the wound with a healing potion.

But "Blood Drinker" would not allow his wishes to be fulfilled.

Just as Baron Tami had been laid down—

Bang!

Baron Tami's body burst open.

Amidst the spray of blood that splattered the face of the Marquess of Ainhars,

the warm touch was accompanied by the voice of "Blood Drinker" echoing by the Marquis' ear.

"You can't save anything!"

"You can't change anything!"

The two sentences stabbed into the heart of the Marquess of Ainhars like knives.

The opportunity "Blood Drinker" was waiting for had arrived.

Without hesitation, "Blood Drinker" entered the body of the Marquess of Ainhars and launched an attack on his consciousness.

"Blood Drinker" was confident that with its proficiency, even fighting on an away ground, it could still kill the Marquis' consciousness.

However, what it did not realize was that while it was waiting for an opportunity,

someone else was also waiting for an opportunity.

It regarded the Marquess of Ainhars as its prey.

Yet that person considered it the prey.

Arthur emerged from the shadows from one side, looking at the Marquess of Ainhars who was frozen in place, and touched his own throat.

The next moment, the highest-level "Noise Technique" perfectly imitated the voice of Lord Darnel—

"My Lord, it is my honor to follow you!"