The Supreme Satanic System

"Then what are you waiting for? Lightning slash!" Bobby said and made a slashing motion in the air, not in the direction where Captain Rolland was standing. Then he continued slashing ten times in a row, sending out ten thin and curvy white lightning sword energies into the air.

None of them targeted the captain's current standing spot. The ten energies disappeared all at a time as if they disappeared because of the lack of energy.

"Humph! Some parlor tricks." Rolland snorted, drew the other katana, and then he slashed both of them five times, sending out black sword energies that contained earth-elemental nature.

The ten black sword energies disappeared with the air.

Then he took a step forward and turned into a blurry figure.

Just as he reappeared in another spot which was quite far away, ten white lightning sword energies came out of the space and reappeared in the spot Rolland was before.

And within a fraction of a fraction, another ten black sword energies also reappeared and intercepted each one of the lightning sword energies.

Boom! Boom! Boom!....

They exploded, followed by a continuous booming sound of explosions.

"Lad, I know for some reason you have comprehended the Space law. So, that trick will not work on me, the second time." Rolland said, sneering, and then he continued, "Damien, truthfully speaking after knowing that there is another Otsuka, I was planning to go there and meet him. Hence, I don't wish to spend another minute. So, I will attack you with my strongest strike. If you still come out alive, then consider it my loss. Or you can just surrender."

After that, without even caring for the other's reply, Rolland sheathed his weapons. Then he bit his forefinger and then started drawing a design with his blood over the Black Dragon tattoo, covering almost all of his chest and up to the waistline. He then started chanting a mnemonic in Archaic Hebrew tongue and shouted after ending the ceremony, "Berserker Blood Skill, Black Dragon Soul, activate!"

After that, he unsheathed a katana. Holding the handle in both of his hands, it was raised gradually while he kept infusing his energy into the katana.

"Oh, he's about to use the Dragon Beheading Strike!" Bobby muttered under his breath. "Shadow Slave, don't hold back this time." Instructing the Black Katana in his hand, he also raised it slowly in a similar fashion Captain Rolland was currently using.

Captain Rolland was also aware of the technique the youth was currently channeling. He was surprised, but he didn't hold back as he struck his katana down, yelling: "Dragon Beheading Strike!"

Unlike any other strike of his before, no energy transference could be seen sending out from the Katana.

Another voice came from the direction of the youth, "Dragon Beheading Strike!"

And Bobby struck his black katana down in the air.

It was as if both of them were simply waving their swords in the air at once. But it was the opposite, as both of their channeled sword energies were fueled by their internal Origin Qi and hidden deep within another spatial realm.

At the exact center distance between them, a colossal explosion was comparable to the explosion of 5 tones A-bomb. Followed by a cluster of white clouds in the aftermath of the gigantic explosion.

Both of them retreated as fast as possible.

Several minutes later, Captain Rolland reappeared, standing in the center of the immense crater, which resulted from the explosion from the last exchange.

He called out, "Lad, are you still alive?"

His response was the earlier three soldiers plopped down on the ground close to him. As he caught them and placed them gently over the ground.

"Hahaha, it's my win then." Bobby's loud voice came from above. "Captain Rolland, thanks for the ship anyway."

Then, with a loud honk, the Black Ship, hovering in the air, started moving a bit.

"Wait! Hold on a sec! You can have the ship as you win the bet." Captain Rolland shouted.

Then the ship halted too immediately, then Bobby said, "Shoot it out, Mr. Rolland! I have some urgent matters to attend to now."

"What is your full name?"

"Damien Darhk!"

"Damien Darhk!?" Rolland exclaimed as if he was thunderstruck by lightning. Quickly, he recomposed himself and disappeared from that place with a wave of his hand.

He reappeared standing on the dock of the Gigantic black ship, knelt before Bobby, and said, "Young Master, I apologize for not recognizing you sooner. From today onward, I'll be at your service."

"Are you someone close to my father?" Bobby asked.

"Yes," Holland replied courteously. "Please, let me be your personal bodyguard. I owe him too much and I had even failed to protect many things that he treasured the most. So, Young Master Damien, I gave you my word I'll protect you with my life. "

"For now, you can't follow me, as you still haven't earned the faith yet," Bobby said in a calm, collected, and regal tone.

"How should I earn your faith?" asked Holland, still kneeling on the wooden deck of the Goliath-looking the Black Lumber Ship.

"Actually, you don't need to blame me for not trusting you as you are someone who didn't even sweat even a drop when I slayed all of your subordinates in your presence. So, how could I trust someone so stone-hearted who didn't even have a tiny shred of camaraderie in him? Faith? That's not a luxury you could afford." Bobby said in a playful tone.

And when he saw the man's expression that was quite desperate to be his follower, Bobby said, "Well, I'll give you some tasks as a test first. If you come back after completing all of them, then I'll consider taking you into my band."

He continued, "First task, bring those three of your clansmen to your home and relay this message to the man with the greatest authority;"

"After I'm done conquering the Vampire family, then be ready as I'm coming there and, if they want to hunt me down, then tell them to send someone of your caliber or maybe stronger."