Chapter 29
"Hongdao, I have personal matters to attend to. I advise you not to get in my way."
Shimotsuki's voice carried an undeniable authority, one that could not be ignored.
Yet, beside her, Yoren felt a sense of unease settle deep in his gut. He had just learned from Frost Moon that the man who had suddenly appeared was called Hongdao.
Red Blade.
Damn it—it was him! The Red Blade!
Yoren's mind reeled. He never expected to see this legend in the flesh. No one knew Red Blade's terrifying exploits better than he did.
Memories flooded his mind—his first time challenging Lungmen 400. He had just reached level 30, nervous but excited. It had started well enough. His little angel, Cross, held her ground on the central platform, cutting down enemies with ease. Jessica and Liskarm provided support from behind, and Beagle, assigned to the front lines, was so relaxed she might as well have been napping.
Then they appeared—a group of gangsters wielding long knives, charging forward with reckless abandon.
But among them, one stood apart.
A man who did not move.
He stood there, motionless, as though frozen in time. His scarf was red.