The Great Demon Lord of the American Comics World

Chapter 41, Please Call Me Sword God
Li Xingzhou arrived just in time and caught Selena.

He only said one sentence to her before the werewolf above plummeted down.

Li Xingzhou had no intention of catching that monster. Holding Selena in his arms, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and floated backward.

Boom!

The werewolf missed its target and landed, smashing the concrete floor below into pieces, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.

It roared, and with its two thick, powerful hind claws slamming into the ground, it charged towards Li Xingzhou, who was flying backward.

Li Xingzhou held Selena in one arm, reached behind his back with his right hand, pulled out his beloved Colt Python, and fired six shots at the werewolf.

The werewolf let out a mournful howl and collapsed to the ground, six bloody holes appearing on its head, blood gushing out continuously, the wounds showing no signs of healing, and it fell silent in the blink of an eye.

It was obvious that Li Xingzhou had used silver bullets.

Ever since he ran into Badman, that werewolf, at the Bloodhand Gang's hideout, he had already prepared in advance and ordered a batch of silver bullets from the weapons shop. They arrived yesterday and came in handy today.

That being said, werewolves don't necessarily die instantly from a single silver bullet.

Given the werewolf's tenacious vitality, if a vital spot isn't hit, the werewolf will only be wounded and weakened by the silver bullets. Afterwards, surgery to remove the bullets will restore it to its former vigor. Only Li Xingzhou's exceptional marksmanship, hitting the head with every shot, allowed him to kill the werewolf in one fell swoop.

Just as the werewolf was killed, another wolf howl rang out, and four werewolves surrounded them from the front, back, left, and right.

Li Xingzhou remained expressionless and tossed Selena into the air, sending her flying three stories high.

He then sheathed the gun, gripped the Thousand-Mechanism Umbrella tucked under his ribs, pressed the mechanism on the umbrella handle, and drew a three-foot-long slender sword from the handle.

He gripped the sword hilt, channeled his inner energy, and the silver-plated sword vibrated with a hum, its blade radiating a cool, moon-like light.

Selena has reached her peak and is beginning to fall.

The four werewolves that had surrounded him had already pounced on Li Xingzhou.

Li Xingzhou suddenly spun around, his trench coat billowing as he raised his arm and drew his sword. The slender sword swiftly pierced the air, creating a dazzling halo that seemed to connect head to tail, like a silver dragon swirling amidst the piercing wind.

A halo surrounded Li Xingzhou in a 360-degree arc, expanding and spreading in all directions like a shockwave, sweeping across the necks of the four werewolves almost simultaneously.

A flash of light, and the wolf howls ceased abruptly.

Four enormous werewolf heads flew up simultaneously, and four massive headless corpses crashed to the ground.

Li Xingzhou flicked his sword, and a few drops of blood fell to the ground. The sword remained clean and spotless.

At the same time, he raised his left hand and caught Selena as she fell again, pulling her into his arms with one hand.

Selena nestled in Li Xingzhou's arms, staring blankly at his face, her heart fluttering.

Just now, as she was taking off and landing in the air, she also saw Li Xingzhou instantly kill four werewolves.

Even with her eyesight, which is sharp enough to see the flapping of a fly's wings, she was dazzled by the magnificent halo that resembled a swirling silver dragon, and could only barely catch a glimpse of the blurry afterimage of the rapier's slash.

On that rainy night, she had witnessed Li Xingzhou's battle with the werewolves at the Blood Hand Gang's lair.

She knew he was strong and acknowledged his strength as a warrior.

But she still underestimated him.

Unexpectedly, when he held a sword in his hand, the strength he displayed was more than ten times stronger than that rainy night.
"You...you also know swordsmanship?" She didn't know what to say, so she could only ask this blankly. She did know swordsmanship; in the Middle Ages, before firearms, her main weapon when fighting werewolves was a longsword.

Therefore, she also possessed extremely exquisite swordsmanship, but compared to the swordsmanship that Li Xingzhou had just displayed, she felt that her proud swordsmanship was simply like a child waving a twig around haphazardly.

Li Xingzhou smiled slightly:
"His swordsmanship isn't invincible; he's only second best in the world."

Selena was shocked:

"Second? Your swordsmanship is only second? Then who is first?"

"The Heavenly Sword Immortal. A prodigy born with sword bones and an unparalleled sword spirit, he attracted ancient divine swords to his side from birth, who voluntarily recognized him as their master... I can't compare to that kind of person. I don't have his innate talent and opportunities favored by heaven. On the contrary, heaven doesn't seem to like me very much, so I can only rely on my comprehension and hard work..."

Li Xingzhou casually recounted a nemesis from a past life, but he didn't tell her that the Heavenly Sword Immortal, who possessed nothing but his sword, had been his enemy for many years. Yet, he still succumbed to Li Xingzhou's masterful mastery of the combined power of swordsmanship, formations, talismans, weapons, and magic, and was killed by Li Xingzhou, who also stole his innate sword bone, peerless sword soul, and his lifelong insights into the way of the sword.

Although neither the innate sword bone nor the peerless sword soul could be reincarnated with Li Xingzhou, the body and spirit of a cultivator are connected, and innate talent can also influence the primordial spirit to a certain extent.

Therefore, Li Xingzhou's primordial spirit also possessed some of the characteristics of innate sword bones and peerless sword soul, and his sword comprehension was not lost at all. So even though it was his first time using a sword in this life and his skill was still shallow, he could still kill four wolves instantly with a sword in hand.

Selena listened, somewhat bewildered, unable to fully grasp Li Xingzhou's story due to her cultural background. But she could tell it must be a rather fascinating legend.

If it weren't for the fact that Li Xingzhou's tone and eyes didn't show any signs of the vicissitudes of time, and that his aura was as vigorous as a newly sprouted tree, Selena would almost have suspected that he was also an immortal being who had lived for countless years.

After the short story was told, two more figures appeared in their field of vision.

A bearded white man, and Craven.

Craven glanced at the four decapitated werewolf corpses on the ground, then looked at Li Xingzhou. Seeing Selena nestled intimately against him, almost entirely pressed against his chest, Craven's eyes, already filled with fear and apprehension, now held a hint of jealousy and hatred.

He had always wanted to pursue Selena, but Selena always ignored him and never even held his hand.

But now, she lets that strange man hold her in his arms...

Craven, consumed by jealousy and hatred, suddenly drew a submachine gun and aimed it at Li Xingzhou and Selena, snarling:

"Selena, you bitch, you actually mingled with humans... Humans are just our food, lowly livestock like pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep. You, a noble vampire immortal, have actually degraded yourself like this..."

Selena smiled dismissively, too lazy to say another word to Craven, and didn't even want to rebuke him for betraying the clan and colluding with the werewolves—after learning the truth, she had no attachment to the Victor clan, only hatred, so why would she care about Craven's betrayal of the clan?
Seeing Selena looking at him coldly with the same eyes one would use to look at a clown, Craven grew even angrier. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a large hand gently pressed down on the barrel, lowering the gun.

"Catch them alive."

The bearded white man said in a low voice:
"Both of these are excellent sacrifices. I... that one in Hell will like them."

"But that man is dangerous!"

Craven showed a hint of fear and said hastily:
"Didn't you see him kill four werewolves with one sword? That kind of swordsmanship... even Victor is far inferior to him! He's too dangerous; there's no way to capture someone like him alive!"

"His swordsmanship is very impressive."

The bearded werewolf chuckled softly:
"But... that sword is too small, too thin, and too light. It can kill an ordinary werewolf, but it definitely can't hurt me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of blood-red light suddenly erupted from the depths of his pupils, and his two pupils instantly turned blood red.

A red glow enveloped its body, giving it an eerie and malevolent aura under the moonlight.

Seeing this change, Li Xingzhou, who had personally visited the borders of Hell and experienced the aura of the Hell dimension firsthand, raised an eyebrow:
"This aura... seems to come from hell? But it also seems somewhat ambiguous..."

(End of this chapter)