Infinity, The Arcade Age

Chapter 433 - 433: Legendary Weapon

"Ahhhhhh!"

Muramasa, whose blood was being continuously drained, realized something was wrong.

He was a ruthless man. When he saw that he couldn't tear off the demon blade, he immediately drew the short dagger from his waist and directly sliced off his own arm.

With a thud, the severed arm fell to the ground. The arm still connected to the demon blade was devoured and dissolved by it in moments. All the flesh and blood were absorbed, leaving behind only a pale white skeletal hand.

Muramasa staggered back, clutching his severed stump, his face ghastly pale.

Just as he was about to use the Wind-Fire-Mountain-Forest technique to escape again, he didn't expect the demon blade on the ground to extend countless wriggling blood vessels along the trail of blood from his severed arm, surging toward him once more.

Muramasa had never expected to be betrayed by the weapon that had accompanied him for so many years. By now, the blood loss had severely weakened him.

Faced with the demon blade's renewed assault, how could he possibly dodge?

With a miserable scream, Muramasa was dragged to the ground by blood vessels that coiled around his legs.

He used his only remaining arm to struggle and tear at the veins, but no matter how hard he fought, it was futile.

Gradually, as more blood vessels split and spread, they covered and burrowed into his facial features. His movements became weaker and weaker.

The blood within him—originally injected by the demon blade to heal his injuries—was instantly absorbed the moment it came into contact with the blade, completely powerless to resist.

In just a few minutes, a master capable of fighting Qin Feng head-on had died by his own weapon.

When the demon blade finally stopped feeding, Muramasa had already turned into a skeleton, while the blade looked completely renewed.

Qin Ming, standing far away, stared wide-eyed at the skeletal remains and the demon blade gleaming in the bones.

He had fought dinosaur versions of himself, tank versions of himself—he had seen all kinds of strange things.

But a sword that could kill on its own, and even kill its wielder? This was the first time Qin Ming had encountered something like that.

What the hell is this thing?! Isn't the Round Table Knights world a standard Western heroic fantasy? How could such a grotesque weapon exist?!

Having witnessed the demon blade turn on its master, Qin Ming was truly frightened.

What he didn't know was that both the demon blade and Muramasa himself weren't actually from this world.

According to the game's lore, Muramasa was a wandering samurai who had accidentally crossed over from another world. Although he was a samurai, he practiced ninja arts and wielded a demon blade—he belonged to an entirely different worldview.

Because the native warriors of this world didn't accept him and instead treated him like a monster, he had no choice but to cross the seas and side with the Evil Duke.

The demon blade Muramasa was never a product of this world. Its abilities were inherently different and completely out of place in this world.

Qin Ming stood in place for several seconds, observing. Seeing that the demon blade showed no signs of movement and didn't seem to want to continue attacking, he finally gathered his courage and walked over.

He picked up a sword, extended his arm, and poked the demon blade. After confirming that it no longer had the intent to attack, Qin Ming reached out and pulled it up.

He then looked around and was surprised to find that Muramasa hadn't dropped any treasure chests.

Or rather... he dropped his weapon directly. The demon blade had replaced the loot chest.

Name: Demon Blade Muramasa

Category: Weapon (Dull Legendary)

Equipment Requirement: Recognized by the Demon Blade Muramasa

Effect 1: Blood Edge (Can increase sharpness by storing absorbed blood)

Effect 2: Muramasa (Can consume blood to heal either itself or its wielder)

Effect 3: Demon Blade (Wounds caused by this blade cannot be healed by ordinary means)

Description: The Demon Blade Muramasa is one of the legendary cursed blades. According to rumors, it brings misfortune to its user. Anyone who wields it will eventually die by its hand. Users should be careful not to disappoint it—because once it encounters someone stronger and senses weakness in its current wielder, it may abandon them, or even consume them as nourishment.

A legendary weapon! This was truly the first time Qin Ming had ever acquired one!

He raised his hand and gently wiped the blade, gazing at the blood-red edge in his hand that shone like new, his face filled with awe.

Before he could finish examining it, the demon blade in his hand suddenly trembled. In the next second, numerous crimson blood vessels extended from the hilt and pierced into Qin Ming's arm.

Startled by the sight, Qin Ming panicked and quickly flung the demon blade away, retreating to put some distance between them.

When he stopped and looked down, he discovered that the broken blade once lodged in his chest, along with the shards embedded in his flesh, had all mysteriously melted and fused into his body.

His wounds healed rapidly, and the suppression effect from earlier was instantly nullified.

Seeing the blood actively helping to heal his injuries, Qin Ming suddenly chuckled and walked back to the demon blade, reaching out to pull it up again.

Gazing down at the weapon in his hand, he couldn't help but speak softly.

"You really are a fence-sitter, huh? Turning traitor just like that. How's anyone supposed to trust you?"

Clearly, the demon blade in Qin Ming's hand was sentient—and extremely fickle.

The moment it saw Muramasa losing to Qin Ming, it decisively turned on Muramasa in an attempt to choose a stronger master.

The reason Muramasa, such a powerful fighter, died so helplessly was precisely because his body had fused with too much of the demon blade's blood.

That blood was essentially an extension of the blade itself and remained under its control.

Normally, that wouldn't be much of a problem—but once the demon blade turned against him, the more of its blood that had fused with Muramasa, the more vulnerable he became, utterly unable to resist.

The phrase "whoever wields the demon blade will die by it" was no joke.

So-called "masters" were, at their core, merely gourmet meals the demon blade had carefully cultivated.

And when a better meal came along, that was the moment it would enjoy the feast.

There were plenty of people who had figured this out. After all, many had witnessed the demon blade kill its own master firsthand.

But faced with such a weapon—one that could heal injuries, regrow shattered blades, and even allow its user to remain at peak condition, almost achieving a twisted form of immortality—how many could resist the temptation to wield it?

Previously, its former wielder Muramasa couldn't.

And Qin Ming...

Lightly flicking the blade in his hand and looking at the demon blade Muramasa, Qin Ming suddenly smirked.

"Control blood? What a joke. You ended up in the wrong hands."

With a swing of his weapon, Qin Ming turned and strode back toward the battlefield. At the same time, he raised his hand and gathered the blood in the surroundings into his palm.

Trying to control the blood in Qin Ming's body to kill him? What a laugh! Did it think Qin Ming's S-rank skill, Blood and Flesh Absorption, was just for show?

Once blood entered Qin Ming's body—who would actually be in control? That was still up in the air!

These little tricks of the demon blade were completely ineffective against someone like Qin Ming with unique abilities.

(End of Chapter)