A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 424: Shadow Vs Purple Death (2)

Slowly, without caring about the slashes shredding across its body, Shadow lowered itself into a crouching stance.

...The exact same stance Purple Death was using.

At this, Purple Death’s eyes narrowed sharply.

"...It copied me?"

Then—

From the darkness beneath Shadow’s arms—

Two short black blades slowly emerged, and look like it was formed directly from shadow itself.

The swords were thin and curved unnaturally, their surfaces swallowing even the surrounding purple light.

And the moment the blades appeared—

Purple Death suddenly felt a terrifying sense of danger explode inside his mind.

His instincts screamed.

RUN.

But before he could move—

Shadow’s mask tilted upward, staring directly at him.

For some reason, Purple Death could tell that this creature was... happy?

"~~"

Purple Death’s pupils contracted violently as the creature suddenly swing—

The entire forest suddenly exploded apart.

There was no warning, no visible attack and mo sword qi.

...Nothing.

One moment the world was normal....

And the next moment—

...Everything within hundreds of meters was cut and shred apart.

Mountains of trees collapsed simultaneously as the earth split open into countless razor-thin lines.

Several silver-class assassins froze in confusion before their bodies suddenly slid apart into dozens of pieces.

Blood erupted everywhere.

"...Wha—?"

One assassin didn’t even finish speaking before his upper body slowly separated from his waist.

The most terrifying part...

Nobody saw the attack and nobody sensed it.

Even Purple Death only managed to detect the countless invisible slashes erupting around him at impossible speed through sheer instinct, experience, and... his special bloodline.

Purple flames exploded wildly as he desperately spun both blades around himself.

Sparks erupted in every direction.

Above.

Below.

Behind.

Inside his blind spots.

The attacks were nearly identical to his own technique.

No... Even worse.

Because there were no visible sword trails.

No qi fluctuations.

...Nothing.

There was only destruction.

A deep cut suddenly opened across Purple Death’s ribs as his blood sprayed into the air.

Before he could react—

Another invisible slash pierced straight through his shoulder.

Purple Death immediately twisted away while forcefully releasing another burst of purple flames.

The flames exploded outward in all directions like a dome.

In this intense moment, Purple Death finally realized something terrifying.

It wasn’t invisibility.

....It was absence.

The attacks themselves no longer existed until the moment they hit.

’Impossible...! What in the hell is that!’

Purple Death’s expression finally changed completely at this strangeness.

Not only that, this monster... had copied his technique after seeing it only once.

And somehow improved it into something even deadlier.

Then suddenly—

Shadow appeared directly in front of him.

The white skull mask stared silently into his eyes from mere inches away.

And for the first time—

Purple Death saw something inside those black slits.

There was no eyes... but only countless tiny purple reflections.

And he realized what those things were... they were his own attacks.

The creature had memorized everything.

Then—

Shadow swung its black blades, which seemed to vibrate with a strange, ominous power, forward.

Purple Death barely crossed his weapons in time to block—

A catastrophic invisible slash erupted outward.

The entire forest behind Purple Death was erased in a perfectly straight line.

Everything silently split apart before collapsing seconds later...

...and silence fell.

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Shadow landed lightly several dozen meters away.

Its tall body remained slightly hunched as the two curved black blades slowly rotated in its hands.

The creature tilted its skull mask downward, staring silently at the weapons with what almost looked like happiness.

Almost like a child discovering a new toy.

Then it gently swung one of them.

A distant mountain behind the forest silently split apart.

There was no sound and no visible slash.

Only a perfectly smooth line appearing across the mountain before the upper half slowly slid downward several seconds later.

"~~"

A strange, distorted humming sound escaped from beneath the mask.

The sound itself carried no killing intent.

But for some reason... it sounded pleased, curious and excited.

Because it was learning so many interesting things from this fight.

Actually, Shadow could have just stayed inside the Yin Realm and observed, slowly hunting them down one by one.

But Shadow found their way of fighting strangely elegant, so it wanted to learn about it.

Because using its claws felt a bit strangely unsatisfying, so... it decided to come out and experience the fight firsthand.

And it was not in vain.

Suddenly, sensing movement from where Purple Death stood before, Shadow finally turned its attention back.

As the smoke cleared, it saw that the one who had shown it such interesting things was still alive.

"~~"

It couldn’t help but wonder if that human could show it even more elegant ways of fighting.

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From across the ruined battlefield, Purple Death slowly stood up from the collapsed earth.

"Cough! Cough!"

His breathing had become visibly rough and blood continuously dripped from beneath his torn cloak.

One sleeve had been almost completely shredded apart, exposing deep wounds running across his shoulder and ribs.

Even one of his black blades had several cracks on its surface.

Yet despite his miserable state...

The terrifying pressure around him still hadn’t disappeared.

Purple flames continued flickering violently around his body as if refusing to let him fall.

Meanwhile, Shadow stood silently in the distance.

Its skull mask slowly tilted toward Purple Death again.

The black slits remained fixed on the wounded assassin, as if waiting to move.

Then just as Shadow about to make a move first—

"...?"

Shadow suddenly paused and tilted its head.

For the first time since the battle started, Shadow stopped moving completely.

The humming noises beneath the mask faded as its head tilted slightly further, appearing almost confused.

Because during Purple Death’s last clash, most of the upper cloak had been shredded apart by the invisible slash.

And part of the hood had been torn away as well, and now Shadow could see it clearly...

Short hair.

A beautiful face.

Those striking purple eyes... and that strange, large plumpness of flesh on her chest...

Shadow realized that this opponent it had been fighting all along... was a woman.

And the kind that its Master seemed to like.

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[Here an illustration of Purple Death:]