Jacob from the Dark Realm Returns novel Chapter 103

"Heaven-defying Seven Devil Strikes, first strike, Darkness!"

Jacob said.

He swung his sword!

Suddenly, some pitch-black sword mana seemed to devour the light around.

The martial stage went dark.

On the place where Jacob and Miyamoto were standing, there had already been several cracks. After that strike, it cracked even more.

"How did this happen?"

Miyamoto screamed.

This sword strike was terrifying.

Even his master, one of the four State Backbones of Japan, a true expert of the Divinity Phase, the Saber Saint of Hokkaido, would not be able to cut out such power.

Facing Jacob's sword strike, Miyamoto was terrified.

He felt as if he was in the darkness, unable to see the slightest bit of light.

It was not something that a human being could fight against!

Miyamoto was so shocked and terrified that he turned around to flee.

His gut told him that if he tried to block that attack, he would die!

However, when Miyamoto wanted to escape, he discovered that he couldn't.

The sword mana cast the surroundings in absolute darkness.

Even though he had reached the limit of the top Virtuoso phase and would enter the Semi-Divinity Phase in the near future, he was still trapped.

In the end, Miyamoto could only forcefully use a secret technique, under the risk of damaging his foundations, to protect his fatal spot.

However, this sword mana still cut off one of his arms.

It was his right arm, which he used to hold the saber.

...

Miyamoto immediately let out a miserable scream.

The pain from his broken arm was torturing him.

But there was something more painful. His entire right arm was cut off from his shoulder!

Without his right arm, how was he going to hold a saber?

As someone who had practiced saber martial arts his whole life, if he couldn't wield a saber, what else could he do?

"Not bad. You do have stuff up in your sleeves. You've managed to survive!"

Jacob looked at Miyamoto and said.

From this, it could be seen that Miyamoto, with his strength, would have been ranked in the top ten or even the top five of the so-called Virtuoso Rankings in China!

"However, you failed to block my attack. I will take all of those items!" Jacob sneered. Instantly, all the spoils left behind by the defeated Virtuosos as well as the Scarlet Flame Fruit were taken away by Jacob.

"You..." Miyamoto glared at Jacob with hatred!

"What? Want another fight?"

Jacob's eyes turned cold as he waved his hand.

Immediately, Miyamoto flew out again and landed below the stage.

Miyamoto, who had already been deathly pale, spat out blood again.

"From now on, you should respect China as if you were worshipping God!"

Jacob stood with his hands behind his back as he looked at Miyamoto and said coldly, "And be scared of me as if I am a devil!"

"Do you admit defeat?"

His voice rang out and entered Miyamoto's ears. Once again, Miyamoto's internal organs trembled in pain.

He felt like that Jacob could shatter his organs into pieces with will power at any second.

This power frightened Miyamoto.

He looked at Jacob was as if he was looking at a devil.

"I do!"

Miyamoto finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Good. Say that you are trash. Say that the martial artists of Japan are all losers!"

Jacob said calmly.

The intimidating aura around him did not diminish a bit.

Miyamoto hesitated.

However, in an instant, he felt as if he had been targeted by the devil of death. If he dared to say no, he would be torn into pieces within a second!

As Miyamoto hesitated, Jacob gave him a glance once again.

Miyamoto felt that he was on the verge of death.

"I admit that I'm trash. All the martial artists in my country are losers!" He shouted.

The people in the stadium had been holding their breath in silence.

But now, everyone stopped to conceal their emotions.

Everyone was in a commotion.

"Jacob!"

"Jacob!"

"Jacob!"

Jacob's name resounded throughout the entire stadium.

In the corner, Evelyn's eyes were still wide open.

Was he really Jacob?

Did he really defeat Miyamoto?

And he did it effortlessly!