Bologue Lazarus, a debtor known as an expert, but sadly, even though Bologue is an expert, this so-called "expert" has its limitations.
Bologue is a violence expert, adept at handling all violent incidents and resolving them with even greater violence. However, when it comes to matters other than violence, one could say Bologue is completely clueless.
In this current situation, a negotiation expert is needed to calm Aimou down and persuade her, but clearly, Bologue’s negotiation skills are terrible, leading to a disastrous outcome.
Looking at Bologue embedded in the wall, Aimou couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of shame as she recalled those words she had whispered to him, words that required immense courage and were not meant to be remembered.
This bastard not only remembers everything but also pretends to be completely oblivious.
Thinking of her ridiculous reactions, Bologue had seen through it all long ago!
Humiliation, anger, confusion... various emotions mixed together, nearly causing Aimou to lose her sanity.
"Killkillkillkillkill..."
Aimou was completely out of control, with violent words escaping from between her teeth. Various brutal fighting techniques flashed through her mind. Today, she was determined to show Bologue what a rebellion of alchemy puppets looked like.
"Stay calm! Aimou! Stay calm! Control yourself!"
Bologue was also a bit panicked, realizing he had made things too serious.
"Bologue! I’m going to kill you!"
Aimou ignored Bologue’s words, raised her fist, and charged towards him.
Forget about escaping Opus and starting a new life. If she could make another wish now, Aimou would wish to beat Bologue to death.
The Constant Motion Core roared to life. If the alchemy puppet had a heart rate like a human, Aimou’s rate would have certainly exceeded the limit, flashing incessantly in the red zone.
Hearing Aimou’s words full of anger, Bologue felt a chill in his heart.
It was certain that Aimou had indeed lost her reason; after all, he was an Undead! She actually wanted to kill an Undead, what was she thinking?
Bologue struggled to climb out of the wall and grabbed a streetlight post he had knocked over, swinging it at Aimou before her punches could reach.
A loud crash was heard as Aimou bent the streetlight post with a punch. But that wasn’t the end; she quickly approached Bologue.
Secret Energy·Summoning Hand.
A cyan trail of light appeared on the streetlight post, which then began to bend and twist, shattering into several chains in Bologue’s hands, winding towards Aimou.
Aimou crouched, sliding under the sweeping chains, then leaped up, throwing a heavy punch towards Bologue.
Bologue barely dodged the fist, which slammed into the ground, leaving a deep dent.
Seeing this, Bologue exclaimed in his heart, Aimou really wasn’t holding back!
Aimou lifted her head, casting a fierce glance at Bologue. After the punch, surging steam was released from her body, like scorching anger.
Bologue swallowed, with no hesitation, kicked Aimou hard, pushing her away forcefully. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel fire.net
He had anticipated that this kick could send Aimou several meters away, but she merely took a few steps back. A layer of Ethereal Barrier had already formed on her surface.
Aimou infused a large amount of Ether into the armor given by Belli, first using the Ethereal Barrier to block Bologue’s kick, then releasing a powerful impact from her hands.
This time, Bologue didn’t even have time to curse. The storm swept through the street, shattering all the glass windows along the way. The shattered shards, sharp like scattered blades, also targeted Bologue.
During a quick roll, Bologue tightly gripped the snake-like chains, threw a long spear into the ground to stabilize himself, swaying in the wind like a flag, then the ground cracked, and a wall rose up.
But soon, Aimou rode the wind, punched through the wall, and hit Bologue by the way.
With a wail, Bologue fell to the ground, Aimou pinned him down, ready to strike while the iron was hot.
"What are you doing so early in the morning!"
Their battle had obviously reached a level of public disturbance, with a fearless guy standing at the window, yelling at the two on the street.
Aimou straddled Bologue, grabbing his collar with one hand and holding a fist in the air with the other. She frowned and glanced back at the fearless guy.
The man was intimidated by Aimou’s cold gaze, and then another hand stretched out from beside the window, pulling him back in.
"Don’t go looking for trouble when people are arguing!"
"But this is too much!"
"Young people are under a lot of pressure nowadays, try to understand!"
The absurd conversation ended, and Bologue gave Aimou an awkward smile, still reaching out a thumb, agreeing, "Everyone seems pretty stressed."
Aimou responded expressionlessly, "Yeah."
With that, she swung her fist to slam into Bologue’s face. Bologue turned his head so that the heavy punch hit the ground, then he choked Aimou with one hand and banged the ground with the other.
The ground bulged, and Bologue flipped, pinning Aimou beneath him. Bologue now desperately wished he had a copy of the "Aimou Operation Manual," which he would read thoroughly to learn how to disassemble Aimou.
Bologue intended to scold Aimou with a reprimanding tone, but hesitated when the words came to his mouth, "Calm down! Aimou! We’ve fought so many times! Aren’t you tired of it yet?"