The Death of the Professor

If the white-faced woman with the double swords had come as a quiet assassin, then the old man with scriptures tattooed on his face was there to demonstrate hard and true attacks!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Surrounded by dozens of fiery ifrits, the Sighing Sword slashed, creating a chilling wind.

The old man seemed to be over seventy-years-old, but the wild power within him was demonic. The steel mechanics implanted in him provided limitless strength. As the aether fire burned, the old man’s body expanded. His muscles swelled and his skin burned red as if his blood was boiling from the strength.

With a single strike, the Sighing Sword cut down two ifrits. The Chainsaw monk stepped into the flames, wielding his black sword. Where the wind from the sword blew, the ifrits began trembling and dimming.