Chapter 10: Fragments of the Past

The rain gradually softened, yet a cold, chilling aura still lingered in the air.

He sliced off the jaw of the first demon’s head. The twisted skull tumbled through the air a few times before crashing to the ground, splashing a pool of blood-red water.

A voice echoed in his mind—“Massive blood loss!” It seemed as though she was laughing, a laugh both arrogant and cruel. Contaminated by that laughter, he found himself wanting to laugh too. Facing the rancid, frenzied wind, he laughed loudly, releasing the oppression that had weighed on his chest since last night. In its place came a surprising exhilaration, one even he had not anticipated.

His sapphire-blue cat eyes narrowed, fierce and wild like a beast on the hunt.

The four insectoid heads swooped down like attacking vultures. Xu Mingsong dodged sideways; the bronze short sword in his hand spun, slicing a cold gleam as it grazed one of the insect’s cheeks, drawing a streak of blood.

This average high school boy—who had never even killed a chicken and felt uneasy watching his mother kill fish—had become ruthlessly fierce once he took up the blade.

There was a strange sensation.

Clearly, he didn't know how to wield the sword properly; clumsy mistakes were easy to spot in his swings. Yet each time, he narrowly corrected them and learned from the errors in his next strike. Thanks to his fusion with Ming and his enhanced senses and physicality, he continuously adjusted the sword’s angle, making his bronze blade swing faster and smoother with every move.

This feeling shouldn’t be called “talent.”

It was more like “instinct.”

Because of his keen senses, Xu Mingsong realized that his proficiency with weapons wasn’t about talent but something flowing from deep within his heart—like fish being born to swim, beasts born to hunt, or hawks born to soar. Instinctively, he wielded the blades without a teacher.

Talent requires learning, but instinct is innate knowledge.

“Xu Mingsong! How do you feel now!”

Ming’s spirit-infused baton lashed sharply, a fierce whipping.

It was the “Path of Demon Blood” Ming had mentioned before.

After merging with Ming, the Path of Demon Blood in his body truly awakened. The accumulated demon blood surged from his heart, bringing him to the brink of death while also triggering unimaginable mutations.

It was the instinct to hunt, fight, slaughter, and be savage!

He was no qualified warrior, but the demon blood drove him to adapt to this brutal deathmatch at a staggering pace.

Second twenty-four!

The four insect heads almost simultaneously launched their attacks, converging from different directions.

Time seemed to slow at that moment.

“I don’t remember much, but judging by their elemental aura, their techniques should belong to the Wood element faction… Wood element, huh? Those twisted, cursed spells are beyond these little demons’ abilities. They’re just using the most basic life force manipulations—strengthening their bodies or poisons.”

Fragments of time slipped through his fingers, drifting amid the flashing blade light.

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