Swordsman Chronicles: Art of the Sword

CHAPTER 82

Plague rose to his feet and then spat out blood as his wound on his chest started to smoke and heal,

“That bastard. He covered his hostility so well that I didn’t even feel it until the last second. We have been had! Shit! Know where that bastard is going!” Plague yelled as the atmosphere in the area starts to intensify.

Plague then went to his brother’s assistance as his right arm has been cut, and Plague then healed it, but unfortunately, he can’t regenerate it. It is because the attack was different, it has the intensity of a devil and the holiness of an angel. That is something that has never happened before. Both worlds colliding to create a powerful attack like that is not some kind of joke and this is the first time everyone has seen it. Which makes this upcoming battle more exciting. They have all seen a man wielding hundreds of blades before, but he himself holds a single type of blade. But not this guy,

“Kendrick Griffin. You have carved your name in my mind. I promise to ki