
As the sword was about to land on it, Sam raised his left hand and caught the blade between his thumb and index finger.
The claws and sword blades emitted the sound of metal clanking, but the clash of spiritual energy buried the small clang.
The two fighters did not retreat at all. Sam swung his right arm, but the other party blocked him with his sword, but the wind that followed his claws, was extremely sharp and as before, he headed towards the other party's chest.
This time the damage was not much but it was still there.
Immediately the two exchanged blows, each time, the two blocked each other's attacks, but the middle-aged man received damage.
Damage slowly accumulates. He started losing blood.
The middle-aged man suddenly stopped and drew blood with his finger.
"You're better than I thought." The middle-aged man looked at Sam and started drawing something on the sword that looked like a secret inscription.
Then his life force began to seep out from his body and accumulate into a sword.
"Master gave me a mission to stop anyone from bothering him, But from the looks of it I'll die if the fight goes on for a long time and it looks like you're looking for that too, I can't believe you have what it is. it is necessary to make a powerful movement in an instant.
So, if you take this last step of mine, I'll be right away…."
*Whoosh**Whoosh**Whoosh*
Before he could finish something whistled in the wind and three deep wounds were made in the middle-aged man's throat.
Sam waved his hand and caught the three cards in his hand. It is made of ordinary metal, similar to Watt but the only difference is the signature symbol Sam imprinted on it.
Sam wiped the blood on the card onto his pants and stored it as he looked at the fallen middle-aged man's body and said.
"You talk too much in fights."
After that Sam slowly stepped inside the house.
In the hall, the Count sat inside a circle of inscriptions made of blood and Jasmine was put to sleep and laid on the other end of the circle.
The count makes several spells and sometimes a small part of the circle is being lit. The Count seems unaware of the new presence and seems too involved in the ritual.
Sam did not care and moved towards Jasmine. The other party was actually stronger than him and was beyond his reach. If she fought him without restraint, she might have a chance, but Jasmine would definitely be implicated in additional damage.
As he was about to step into the circle, he was stopped by some sort of restriction that seemed to be caused by the inscription.
He did not have the patience to understand and solve the inscription. He put his hands on the floor and closed his eyes. The floor suddenly turned into powder at a place near his hand.
The inscription was forcefully broken and the Count was sent flying as he spurted blood.
Sam also retreated a few steps due to the counterattack, but most of the counterattack was taken by the Count.
He slowly stood up and walked towards Jasmine. Seeing that he was still in an unconscious state, he checked if there were any other problems and after confirming that there were no problems he immediately sent him to the divine dimension.
He then looked at the Count who was also standing up.
"How dare you come here? Do you have no plan to live? You should have obediently escaped when you got the news that the girl was kidnapped."
The count who seemed to receive a serious blow wiped the blood in his mouth.
Sam did not say anything, instead he took out some ordinary swords and started stabbing around him. Before the count could understand those things, more than three formations were activated around Sam.
He took diluted indigo water, and began to heat it. Tilapia-colored steam begins to form as it forces the gas to remain in the ball of wind.
The Count felt something was amiss and immediately moved away. He also looked like a warrior and he took out a sword and attacked Sam, but the formation stopped the attack.
Sam just stared nonchalantly and pulled more indigo steam into the ball and started compressing it. As he did so, the compressed gas was now the size of an egg.
The Count continued to attack and after five blows, Sam's formation broke. But at that moment Sam immediately threw the compressed gas into the Count's mouth and immediately jumped back creating distance.
The other party immediately tried to make a move, but he felt that something was amiss with his body, as he looked inside with his spiritual senses, as he looked, he could see his lungs and heart spreading with indigo color.
His blood was suddenly filled with a strange poison and his organs were corroded. He knelt down as his legs weakened.
He never expected that he would fall by such a trick.
Sam slowly walked towards him as he saw that his tactics were working. In fact, he didn't have much energy anymore. If he were to fight head-on, he would have a very low chance of winning.
That was the reason he played such a trick. Tilapia steam might seem like a special attack, but it was poison, so if the Count stayed away and was careful, he might be able to avoid inhaling it.
But the overconfident Count, who saw Sam's exhausted condition, thought it was an easy win.
Sam then drags the Count out of the mansion.
The teammates were astonished, at this time some nobles and other officials also walked here, all the city guards who were under Novice were also here. When they saw Sam, they were goosebumps.
Even with all the wounds and blood, he walked with his back straight without the slightest bit of pain in his eyes.
Sam looked around and found his golden wand. He set up a stick on the ground and tied the Count there.
He walked towards all the Corpses and started piling them up in front of the Count.
Sam thought about it after what Philip said.
He had to tell the world that he should not be disturbed.
And he was determined to create a symbol for that message.
A symbol that would show everyone else to stay away from him, a symbol that would be a warning to others.
When his teammates offered to help, Sam disagreed and did all the work himself.
After piling up the corpse, which was more intact, he took out the blood extraction tool he made, as well as his forging equipment. He did not care about his storage capacity being revealed.
He took out all the equipment he needed and put it around.
He started to bleed from the corpse and filled the cauldron with it.
After some time, all the corpses were free from blood.
Sam placed his hand in the blood and began to observe as he heated it simultaneously. Soon there was a blood red vapor emitting from it.
But in the middle was a solid object that formed, after some time, all the liquid was gone and only a lump of solid-colored blood was left inside the cauldron.
Sam took out the blob and put it on the runway. He pulled out a hammer and started hitting it.
After some red-colored soft-textured powder collapsed, the sound of metal clanking came.
This is blood iron. A metal equivalent to Meteorite sand.
Sam saw a big lump of blood iron. He then walked towards the cauldron and cleaned it, before placing the blood iron inside the cauldron. He put his hands on it and made it into powder form.
He started the process.
Liquefies blood iron.
Making billet with casting.
Heating and rolling into sheets in the rolling process.
After the sheet was finished, Sam divided the large sheet into two, one large and one small.
He took the big one and started the forging process. He heated it up and started to fold it. He uses Japanese forging techniques and he also makes Japanese swords.
He's heated, folded, hammered. The remaining impurities in the blood iron begin to appear and accumulate on one side.
He deleted it and faked it again and again.
Soon, a blood-red Katana was formed. Sam placed the dagger, knife, and all the additional equipment he made with the Black meteorite sand into the cauldron to make two handles. He fixed one to the Katana blade.
Then he proceeded to the smaller sheet and forged to make Wakizashi. After fixing the second handle.
Sam took out the remaining Black meteorite thread after making his coat, to withstand the blows of his two blades.
After everything was done, Sam once again heated the blade and placed it on the runway.
He used his claws and used his index finger to carve on his blade.
In katana he wrote 'Algojo'
In Wakizashi he wrote 'Reaper'
Sam held two blades towards the Count.
He slashed with two blades by making the cross on his body end his life.
"From now on, these two blades will act as symbols that serve as a warning to the entire world. These two blades will be the ones that show how far I am Sam will go. I want to see which fool wants to mess it up." Sam mutters.
Then he walked towards his teammates and let Jasmine out of the dimension. Although many of them were shocked, they had no thoughts of asking.
They took him and checked his condition.
Sam stepped back and sat on the steps of the mansion. All of a sudden, all of the fatigue approached her and just as she was about to fall backwards, she felt something soft-haired. He looked up to see the ape rubbing Sam's head gently.
Yanwu and Sky came up to him and stood on both sides.
Sam closed his eyes and slept well.
When a teammate saw the serious expression of a savage beast and avoided the thought of examining it.
Just as Hawk was about to close the news, Philip said.
"Let the news spread. In fact, order them to spread the word. I really want to see who will fight Sam after this incident. Today and this incident will be a warning to the whole world. The world may also catch a glimpse of what Sam can do if he gets angry.
In any case, Sam made all these efforts to send a message.
"A Level 7 Novice was sixteen years old, fighting against a Novice 300 and a Great Warrior and slaughtering them all just because they kidnapped his team-mates." When Philip said these words, the other teammates shivered just by thinking about what would happen if Sam was their enemy.