Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Historical Fragments – The Heian Period in Japan.

Bai Lin unleashed his "sword energy" for the first time, which gave him a small thrill. This sword energy did not disappoint him. The broken monk was "shocked" and retreated rapidly. To avoid the sharpness of the sword energy, his huge body almost lay on the ground. Although he was wearing a mask, Bai Lin could still feel his terrified expression.

The sword energy grazed the broken monk's body and slashed towards a monk's cell behind it, cutting the stone and wood structure in two with a sharp cutting sound. The cell collapsed in response, its power far exceeding that of the magic "Divine Edge Without Shadow".

The monk who had broken his vows, who had just grazed the edge, had a gaping wound more than ten centimeters long cut into his left shoulder. His head, which had been covered by a large piece of earth-yellow monk's robe, was now also ripped open by the sword energy, revealing a strange, pitch-black flesh inside.

The monk who had broken his vows was afraid that Bai Lin would unleash his sword energy again, so he dared not step forward rashly. However, Bai Lin knew his own limitations. This sword strike could only be described as a "lucky stroke of genius." If asked how he had unleashed the sword energy, he himself had no idea. How could he have casually unleashed a second sword strike? He was also embarrassed and frozen for a moment, still savoring the feeling of the sword strike just now.

The broken monk quickly noticed this. He smiled sinisterly, ignoring his seemingly badly injured left shoulder, gripped his huge naginata tightly, and flashed into view in front of Bai Lin. The naginata slashed down from above like a guillotine, aiming for Bai Lin's head and neck.

Bai Lin's longsword desperately blocked the broken monk's naginata. The immense force pressed him down to one knee. It should be noted that although Bai Lin's disordered elemental energy was not very effective, the chaotic power greatly enhanced his nerve reflexes and muscle strength. Coupled with his swordsmanship practiced for more than ten years, he was confident that few in the world could rival him. However, the broken monk was not human. In terms of strength alone, he was on par with Fujiwara Ichiura in his demon sword form.

The broken monk's sword strikes were as swift as the wind. Although his moves were simple and direct and not particularly sophisticated, these wide and sweeping strikes put immense pressure on Bai Lin. The slight advantage he had just gained from the burst of sword energy vanished. Bai Lin's nerves were on edge, and he dared not relax for a moment. He parried the broken monk's increasingly rapid and storm-like strikes one by one. He felt anxious and somewhat confused.

Of course, he could also summon a longhorn or a thunderbird to attack the Corrupted Monk from three sides, but that would go against his original intention of coming here to train. He could deal with most enemies by relying on summoned beasts, but when facing those "enemies of the world", such as the dead Voldemort, the missing Gracchus, Zemurus, and Fujiwara Ichiura who also has a divine system, throwing out the longhorn would be like delivering food to his door. The opponent might use a strange move he has never seen before to kill him instantly.

Therefore, ultimately, Bai Lin needs to improve his own strength rather than relying too much on summoned beasts. When his own abilities improve, it might in turn enhance the strength of his summoned beasts. Those dark wizards who used dark magic to create basilisks and night shadow dragons, while creating monsters with endless troubles, also indirectly proved the possibility that magical power can influence living beings and enhance their strength.

Despite his thoughts, Bai Lin's tiger's mouth had already split open, causing him to grimace in pain. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of sword strikes, but the broken monk's moves showed no signs of fatigue, each strike full of power. If this continued, Bai Lin might have to drop his sword in less than ten strikes and would only be able to escape by using Phantom Shift.

Just as Bai Lin was feeling unwilling, a whooshing sound came from outside the temple gate. In the blink of an eye, a figure leaped onto the top of the gate. Bai Lin glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and saw that he was a swordsman dressed in a black robe, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and covering his face with a black cloth, so he could not see his appearance. But judging from his figure, he should be a strong man in his thirties or forties.

The burly man in black robes, seeing the two fighting, seemed to intend to sit back and reap the benefits, but soon he saw something surprising, his body trembled, and he flew over, shouting, "I'm here to help you!" He was speaking in Chinese.

Bai Lin couldn't help but feel delighted. Even though he had no idea who the other person was, the fact that they spoke Chinese made him feel quite at ease.

The burly man in black robes held a pitch-black katana. He let out a low growl, and flames suddenly burst forth from the long katana. He instantly charged into the battle between Bai Lin and the Broken Monk, catching the Broken Monk completely off guard.

The black-robed strongman's moves were even more ferocious, almost entirely offensive with no defense. Every strike was aimed at the broken monk's heart, which seemed to be the monk's vital point. The monk had no choice but to abandon his pursuit of Bai Lin and instead deflect the black-robed strongman's katana.

Bai Lin felt much less pressure and stopped to catch his breath. He cast a healing spell on his right wrist and felt a stream of cool water heal his cracked hand, relieving the soreness. Only then did he rush over and join the black-robed strongman in attacking the monk who had broken his vows from the left and right.

The katana burning with flames was indeed formidable. Even without a direct hit, the broken monk's body was already stained with flames. The broken monk seemed extremely afraid of these flames, constantly trying to extinguish them with his wide sleeves, but the flames only grew larger and larger, and it was believed that they would soon spread throughout his entire body.

"I'll give you a boost!" Bai Lin roared, pointing his longsword at the Broken Monk's massive body. A fireball the size of a basketball instantly formed. At such close range, the Broken Monk had no way to dodge and could only slice the fireball in half. But Bai Lin had anticipated this move. He had extremely strong control over magical elements, and the fireball immediately exploded into dozens of fist-sized fireballs, which slammed into the Broken Monk's body.

"Ah!!!" The broken monk screamed in agony as he was engulfed in flames and retreated repeatedly, frantically waving his arms and legs in the courtyard to pat off the flames. However, Bai Lin knew it was all in vain and that he would soon be burned to a crisp.

"Fire alone won't kill it! Please attack its heart to force out its innate demonic energy, and I will subdue it!" the burly man in black robes shouted.

Bai Lin was taken aback, but still nodded. With a flick of his longsword, it pierced the monk's heart like a purple meteor.

"Thud!" The longsword pierced straight in, but a strange sound came out, like it had punctured the tire of a large truck.

A sense of crisis washed over him, and Bai Lin quickly activated his close-range phantom teleportation, teleporting back more than ten meters. At the same time, the broken monk inflated like a balloon and then exploded into pieces. A thick cloud of black smoke emerged from its shattered body. Bai Lin had seen this before; Ibaraki-doji had also turned into a cloud of black smoke and escaped.

The burly man in black robes leaped into the air, pulled out a small mirror the size of a palm from his robes, and a beam of red light shot out from the mirror, striking the cloud of black smoke directly.

"No!!! Demon Slayer Corps! I curse you..." The Corrupted Monk let out his final scream, the black smoke was dissolved by the red light, and it vanished in seconds.

The burly man in black robes put away the small mirror and landed steadily in front of Bai Lin.

"Song Quan, First Class Lieutenant of the Demon Slayer Corps, greets you!" The burly man in black robes threw away the katana that had been burned black and deformed in his hand, and bowed to Bai Lin. Only then did Bai Lin notice that he was carrying two katanas on his back. It seemed that this move was very powerful and quite wasteful of swords.

"Bai Lin, a subject of a fallen kingdom, thanks you for your rescue, brave warrior!" Bai Lin also bowed and said. As for why he said "subject of a fallen kingdom," it was because the other party was likely a swordsman who had fled eastward. At this time, the Later Tang Dynasty had just been destroyed, and he was already claiming to be a subject of a fallen kingdom. There was a high probability that he could make contact with the other party. Bai Lin urgently needed intelligence. Otherwise, Japan was not a very big country, but it was not a very small country either. It was impossible for him to find everything in fifty days. Having a helper was always a good thing.

Song Quan was indeed slightly startled, and looked down at the longsword in Bai Lin's hand, saying, "You are indeed a subject of Tang. My apologies for my disrespect; may I ask if this sword is the Jade-Handled Dragon?"