They all call me Great Master

The pitch-black night was illuminated by gunpowder, and crimson blood blossomed forth. Five crossbowmen were hit by the bullets of the Thunder Gun and sent flying. The remaining attackers were routed under the Longsword of the 'Bandage Swordsman'— Clang! In the midst of the pleasant ringing of swords, the Longsword started to flicker with cold radiance. This sword was not fast. This sword was not slow. But with its unique rhythm, it dodged all of the attackers' strikes and then fiercely pierced the throats of the aggressors, each stab precise and prophetic. Walsh watched this swordsmanship, his expression solemn. For swordsmanship, Walsh relied on the abilities bestowed by the Bone Sword. It wasn't that he didn't want to learn, it was just that he had blindly followed Glast's advice, believing the swordsmanship granted by the Bone Sword would be sufficient. But now? The 'Pale Hand' newcomer, sober now, had already realized the importance of swordsmanship. And the swordsmanship of the 'Bandage Swordsman' was showing him what true swordsmanship really meant. "The boss's swordsmanship is really strong, isn't it? Believe me, in South Los, no, in the whole South County, no one has yet been born who can surpass the boss in pure swordsmanship!" Eli jumped down from the rooftop and started bragging about the 'Bandage Swordsman'. In response to this, Walsh fell silent. This 'Pale Hand' newcomer, though endowed with swordsmanship by the Bone Sword, certainly understood what swordsmanship that ruled all of South County implied. At least an 'Entrant' level, right? Even, perhaps an 'Ascend Steper'. And this 'Bandage Swordsman' in front of them? Clearly not reaching either level. Walsh was silent, and so was Doctor Lindster. Because— The doctor had gotten a clear look at the 'Bandage Swordsman's' face. Or to be more exact, he saw the exposed skin of the 'Bandage Swordsman'. It was the skin of a dead person! The doctor could swear what he saw was the skin of a dead person! Resurrection of the dead! Almost subconsciously, that's where the doctor's mind went. Then, his body began trembling, and his eyes sparkled with excitement, almost tangibly. "Doctor Lindster, the boss's appearance was an accident. After this, I will introduce you in detail. Now? We need to run!" Eli's eyes turned towards the street corner, where a silhouette was slowly walking towards them. An unseen aura, heavy with the reek of Death Qi, was rolling in like a tide. Suddenly, the alley fell silent. Every creature in the face of death chose to yield. Even the rats in the sewers were no exception. Clearly, the big fish among these attackers was still to come. These were merely the appetizers. After stabbing the last attacker in the throat, the 'Bandage Swordsman' with one exposed eye stared intently at the slowly approaching figure. Feeling the surging, powerful Death Qi, there was no panic or fear in his gaze. Only familiarity and resilience! And... courage! Can the dead have courage? Before this, no one could be sure. But after seeing the Bandage Swordsman, anyone would be certain that even the dead can have courage. Because, at this moment, the 'Bandage Swordsman' showed no sign of backing down, with the half of the Longsword in his hand shining a faint light in the night. The gentle light, like sunshine, awakened Eli, Lindster, and Walsh from the overpowering dread of Death Qi. "Run! Run!" Eli hoisted up Walsh, who still wanted to fight, grabbed the Bone Sword with one hand, and with the other pulled the still dazzled Doctor Lindster, and they headed to the side. Clap clap clap! Crisp applause emerged from the hands of the approaching person. The stranger propped his cane under his arm; beneath a tall top hat, a clean-shaven face with neatly trimmed beard smiled. "Well done! The 'Bandage Swordsman' from the rumors. One who has died and come back to life. And able to wield the 'Slash of Vanquishing Evil.' I have been looking for you for a long time." In the night, the stranger's voice was calm, narrating almost as if telling a story, but increasingly more Death Qi was seeping out from his body. The white that represented 'death' began to spread in the dark night. No! It was blooming! Like the white flower of death. ``` Walsh was firmly secured on Eli's back, but this young newcomer of the 'Pale Hand', twisted his head to steadfastly keep eye on the middle-aged man behind them. Was it Glast? It should be, right? Walsh wasn't certain, but he could only commit the man's appearance to memory. And he silently swore to himself— Next time, I will have my revenge with my own hands! Doctor Lindster also looked back, his attention completely captured by the 'Bandage Swordsman.' Therefore, neither of them saw another figure appear ahead of them. The dirty face was plainly visible under the moonlight, and the headband he wore was indiscernible in color, with a strangely dressed monkey perched on his shoulder. As Eli and the others rushed toward the figure, he grinned, revealing three large gold teeth. Instead of obstructing them, he stepped aside. Then, he yanked a nearby plank and bellowed— "Yang Fan!" Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh! With the shout, sea water appeared beneath the figure's feet, and as he stepped onto the plank, the water propelled him toward the opposing figure. "Haha, set sail upon the sea!" The newcomer laughed heartily as he surged forward even faster. The middle-aged gentleman on the other end seemed to have anticipated this, pausing in his tracks and releasing a flare with a raised hand. Pop! The white flare blossomed in the night sky. Transforming into... A crossbones skull. Just like the flag of a pirate ship. Then— "'Bloody John' has come to South Los! 'Bloody John' is slaughtering the innocent in the Var Alley of Dort District! Help! Save me!" The shouts, magnified by a secret technique, were almost heard across the entire Dort District. The excitement of 'Bloody John', who was surfing, nearly turned him green. Because— He had sensed that scorching heat. The Sun Arrow! It was the Countess of South Los's men! Without any hesitation, the recently charging 'Bloody John' turned tail and ran. The middle-aged gentleman watched the scene with a content smile. "Wisdom, too, is a part of strength." He said this. But he didn't see the upturned corner of 'Bloody John's' mouth as he turned around. 'Just as X expected. Just you wait! You're a dead man!' 'Bloody John' thought to himself as he quickened his escape. That burning sensation was singeing his backside. "What the hell? Why are you only chasing after me? I didn't do anything!" 'Bloody John' roared in anger. Such an outburst made the middle-aged gentleman shake his head slightly, showing a face full of disappointment. However, when he turned to look at the 'Bandage Swordsman', who hadn't moved an inch, his eyes held surprise. "Why aren't you running?" "Slash!" After the 'Bandage Swordsman' uttered that word, the bright radiance of his Longsword immediately turned scorching hot and Sharpness. Unstoppable. Indifferent to life and death. This brilliance illuminated the entire alley, and even the fleeing Eli took notice. However, the stalker-cum-Intelligence Trafficker quickened his pace instead of stopping. He knew, the boss was risking it all. He couldn't waste the opportunity the boss had fought for. Walsh also sensed something, the lips of this 'Pale Hand' newcomer firmly pressed together. Doctor Lindster also lowered his head, saying nothing. "Take it easy, the boss climbed back from hell itself! And he's arranged a perfectly safe getaway for us!" In such a moment, Eli still maintained a smile. The stalker-cum-Intelligence Trafficker motivated the morale in his own way. "Where is this perfectly safe place?" Doctor Lindster asked, playing along. Curiosity flickered in Walsh's eyes. Feeling the shift in the two men, Eli immediately grinned and said— "No. 2 Cork Street!" ```