Devil's Eye Reborn - Shadow Angel Awakens - Chapter 47

Chapter 45：Down from the sky fell a mighty enemy
 

I nodded and smiled. “Yes, two things, no more, no less.”

“Let me think,” Yan’er said, placing her finger on her lips, looking adorable.

I laughed. “We can discuss this later.”

“No, I’m in a bad mood, and I need you to do something to cheer me up,” Yan’er said, her eyes lighting up as she clapped her hands. “I remember my mother saying that Satan once used the ‘Spirit Flute’ during the Second Heaven War to summon countless colorful birds to block out the sun. The tune was called ‘Phoenix Shrouding the Sun.'”

“‘Phoenix Shrouding the Sun’? Why would Satan want to block out the sun?” I asked, curious.

“Satan didn’t explain, but my mother speculated that the angelic army weakened without sunlight. When the birds covered the battlefield, the angels suddenly lost their strength, allowing Satan to slaughter them,” Yan’er recalled her mother’s words.

Do angels weaken without sunlight?

I had never heard Rahab mention this. Perhaps I should ask him later.

I set aside my curiosity for now and smiled at Yan’er. “But there are no angels now. Why summon the birds? Besides, I don’t know how to play the flute.”

“I want to see the spectacle of hundreds of colorful birds. It must be mesmerizing!” Yan’er said, pulling out the ‘Spirit Flute’ from her bosom. “And although the ‘Spirit Flute’ produces extraordinary sounds, it’s quite easy to play.”

“Really? But it has so many intricate holes,” I said, taking the flute and feeling a chill in my palm.

“I had never seen this flute before. When I was at the Satanic Cult headquarters, I played it out of curiosity. To my surprise, as soon as I put the flute to my lips, my fingers moved instinctively, and the tune played naturally. So, big brother, you shouldn’t refuse,” Yan’er said with a smile.

“Alright, I’ll give it a try. But you should stuff your ears with a handkerchief in case I play out of tune and hurt you,” I said seriously.

Yan’er, overjoyed by my agreement, immediately wrapped her ears as instructed.

In truth, I was also eager to try the ‘Spirit Flute.’ As one of the twelve divine artifacts, mastering it would undoubtedly be advantageous in future battles.

I closed my eyes, calming my mind, and imagined the scene of birds shrouding the sun. Soon, I reached a state of tranquility and clarity.

I gently caressed the ‘Spirit Flute,’ feeling my mind slowly merge with it.

I placed the flute to my lips, the coldness sharpening my focus.

Just as I was about to blow, a strange sensation interrupted my thoughts.

It was the feeling of danger.

I opened my eyes immediately.

A dark figure descended from the sky, landing on the carriage we had just left!

“Boom!”

An immense force surged, splitting the train in two and raising a cloud of dust.

Hearing the sounds of battle from the original carriage, I stood up to rush forward, but a fierce killing intent emanated from the broken train.

“Could it be another of the seven lords?” I thought, wary. The intensity of the killing intent indicated a formidable opponent, yet there was no trace of demonic energy.

Only pure killing intent.

A dark figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

“Yan’er, be careful!” I shouted, as the figure’s killing intent grew stronger with each step.

A burly man in a black Japanese warrior outfit stood twenty paces before me, his eyes closed, standing as steady as a mountain.

His face was stern, with iron-like hair casually tied up, and his hands rested lightly on the hilts of the swords at his waist.

One sword on the left, one on the right, one long, one short.

“Human or demon?” I asked, summoning the ‘Eye of Illusions’ to counter his killing intent with my demonic energy.

“Both human and demon,” the man replied, his voice sharp and piercing, his eyes still closed.

“Why are you here?” I asked, gripping the ‘Spirit Flute’ tightly.

“To kill demons,” the man’s killing intent flared.

“Your name?” I asked, frowning.

“Miyamoto Musashi,” the man said, suddenly opening his eyes, revealing a fierce light.

His irises were brown on the right, red on the left!

The train had come to a halt due to the violent tremor. Many staff and passengers peeked out curiously, but they were all struck dumb by the dramatic rupture, too terrified to intervene.

“Well, who would have thought I’d meet the renowned Japanese swordsman on a train roof?” I said with a relaxed smile, though I remained on guard, ready for a sudden attack.

“A mere reputation, not worth mentioning,” Miyamoto Musashi replied calmly, showing no trace of arrogance.

“Though your aura lacks any demonic taint, your left eye is blood-red, unmistakably a Devil eye. Why do you want to kill me for no reason? You are a demon yourself,” I said with a smile.

“No comment,” Miyamoto Musashi suddenly stepped forward with his left foot, gripping the hilt and guard of the short sword on his right side.

“Oh? You’re only using the short sword?” I asked with a smile.

“One short sword is more than enough,” Miyamoto Musashi closed his eyes, and his killing intent suddenly receded.

He stood there, exuding an imposing aura like a towering mountain.

I understood that he wasn’t using both swords to avoid taking advantage, but this would undoubtedly reduce the power and versatility of his techniques, which was to my benefit.

My master was adept with various weapons, but his favorite was a dagger. In our practice bouts, he often used nimble and agile sword techniques, so I had ample experience against short weapons.

I gripped the “Spirit Flute” tightly, quickly recalling my master’s “Three Words” in my mind.

“The way of martial arts requires only three words: fast, fierce, and deadly!” my master had said, swiftly moving his dagger, the force stirring up the surrounding sand.

“Master, explain in detail,” my younger self had complained, squinting. “I’ve never learned martial arts before.”

My master had laughed heartily, patting my head. “Strike fast, with fierce force, and aim for a deadly blow. That’s the secret to invincibility.”

With that, the sandstorm had suddenly stopped, and before I knew it, the dagger had lightly pricked my forehead.

A trickle of blood had slowly flowed down, crossing my astonished face.

“Fast, fierce, deadly blow,” I murmured, touching my forehead, gathering my thoughts.

“Enough talk, let’s fight,” Miyamoto Musashi stood still as a mountain, unmoving.

“Here I come!” I exhaled lightly, bent forward, and leaped, thrusting the long flute with lightning speed!

Miyamoto Musashi took a large step forward, drawing his short sword with ghostly swiftness!

As soon as we clashed.

“Clang!”

The sound of our weapons colliding echoed, a continuous blend of rapid strikes.

We both moved with lightning speed, a fierce wind gradually rising around us.

On the train roof, only the glint of the sword and the shadow of the flute could be seen, flashing back and forth.

After a while, the clashing sounds ceased, and in a flash, Miyamoto Musashi and I had returned to our original positions.

“Impressive, no wonder I had to come personally,” Miyamoto Musashi said, his eyes still closed, a small hole in the heart of his warrior’s garb.

“Who wants me dead? The Satanic Cult?” I asked, wiping a long bloodstain from my cheek, grateful that his blade wasn’t silver.

“Don’t lump me in with that filth,” Miyamoto Musashi’s killing intent surged, his voice heavy. “If you survive, I will tell you honestly!”

With that, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly moved with several times the speed from before, his short sword slashing at me like a storm!

Though I was on guard as soon as he moved, wielding the “Spirit Flute” to fend off his attacks, Miyamoto Musashi’s speed kept increasing. I was quickly overwhelmed, my body covered in numerous cuts.

Though my wounds healed rapidly due to the demonic energy, prolonged fighting would deplete my power, leading to defeat.

I struggled to hold my ground, inwardly cursing. Despite his aggressive attacks exposing many flaws in his technique, his sword was too fast for me to counterattack.

“Damn it!” I cursed, and in that moment of distraction, Miyamoto Musashi seized the opportunity. His short sword appeared before me like a venomous snake.

Startled, I quickly retreated, but the short sword pursued relentlessly.

I hurriedly swung the flute to defend myself, but the blade was too close. I had no time to block, so I channeled my demonic energy to the maximum, tilting my head to protect my Devil eye.

Just as the short sword was about to pierce my forehead, there was a “ding” sound. The short sword was blocked by the “Spirit Flute,” which had mysteriously extended!

“Huh?” Both Miyamoto Musashi and I were surprised, his attack momentarily halted.

Seizing the opportunity, I leaped back several meters, catching my breath. Lowering my head, I noticed the “Spirit Flute” had extended significantly, resembling a short staff!

Puzzled, I pondered the reason for the flute’s sudden extension. As my demonic energy dissipated, the “Spirit Flute” returned to its original form.

“Could it be that infusing demonic energy causes the ‘Spirit Flute’ to extend?” With this thought, I channeled a small amount of demonic energy into the flute, and sure enough, it extended slightly.

I was elated, realizing that the flute was the legendary Ruyi Jingu Bang, capable of extending and contracting at will!

Overjoyed, I marveled at my accidental discovery of the flute’s additional use, which would surely give me an advantage in the upcoming battle.

Yan’er, noticing the flute’s change, exclaimed, “Big brother, this flute…”

“Yes, I know,” I interrupted her, preventing Miyamoto Musashi from overhearing the secret of the “Spirit Flute.”

“Hmm? What are you mumbling about over there?” Miyamoto Musashi asked, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed.

“Nothing, just wondering why you keep your eyes closed,” I replied with a smile.