Fast heard the sharp noise that tore through the air, then the sharp blade light suddenly appeared before his eyes. By the time he came to his senses, the Shadowless Barrier had already been slashed into countless cracks, with the Ether interweaving, bursting into dazzling sparks.
Bologue’s onslaught was like a violent storm, as if he were the Prayer Believer of the hunt, and Fast was the Condenser waiting to be slaughtered. Their roles reversed in an instant of confrontation. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveI(F)ire.net
Fast couldn’t understand where Bologue’s confidence came from. He tried to strangle Bologue; the solidified air compressed Bologue’s body, causing it to emit bursts of wails, but it still couldn’t stop Bologue’s movements.
If the body was bound, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid still had extremely strong extensibility. They flowed like water through the gaps, transforming into spinning blades repeatedly cutting the enemy in front.
If it were just a counterattack, Fast could still withstand it. But the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid adhered to the Shadowless Barrier, continuously extending, blocking Fast’s vision.
The vision plunged into darkness, making Fast panic for a moment. Then the boiling fear erupted in his heart.
The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid dispersed, revealing the ghostly figure standing before him, blue pupils like burning ghost flames reflecting Fast’s tormented soul.
The Face of Horror struck Fast’s thoughts heavily. Bologue liked this Contract Object very much. After using it for so long, Bologue realized that the true function of the Face of Horror was not to instill fear in the opponent but to interrupt the opponent’s Secret Energy by relying on the opponent’s fleeting daze during fear.
Bologue broke free of his restraints and swung a downward blow at Fast. At this moment, Fast had already regained his senses. He raised his hand, and the solidified air gathered in front of him, forcibly blocking the blow. But then the Ether’s onslaught transmitted, causing Fast to plummet downward.
His body slammed against the rock wall, and the overgrown flesh and blood, as if it smelled prey, became active, reaching out tendrils toward Fast. The blood-red seaweed swayed, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped Fast layer by layer.
The Ether was restless, the spreading Shadowless Barrier crushed the flesh and blood. Thanks to the power of the Secret Energy, Fast kept a safe distance from these flesh and blood.
He looked up, and the shadow attacked again. Bologue gave him no chance to breathe, like a vengeful wild dog, determined to bite Fast dead before stopping.
The sharp long blade fell again, no different than before, and Fast blocked it again.
"Didn’t learn your lesson!"
Fast mocked loudly. Bologue, like a powerless rage, all his slashes were easily blocked. Aside from consuming his power, Fast couldn’t see the point of what Bologue was doing.
But then he saw that something appeared in Bologue’s hand—a fuse.
The Silver Hand grasped a Red Mercury Grenade, firmly pressing it against the Shadowless Barrier. Bologue looked at Fast indifferently, layers of armor stacked together, protecting his body. In the next second, a deafening roar erupted.
The grenade exploded, and the expanding Red Mercury stirred a fiery storm in midair. Bologue and Fast had no room to evade, engulfed the moment it detonated.
In the searing firelight, two silhouettes could vaguely be seen. The explosive blaze vanished instantly, like dissipating fireworks.
Bologue freed himself from the armor, thrusting the long blade into the rock wall, hanging himself steadily on it.
He looked a bit of a mess. Even with prior defenses, the explosion of Red Mercury had scorched Bologue’s body. But with the blessing of the Undying Body, such injuries had no effect.
But it was different for Fast. After the flames scattered, his body front was burned, chest bloody and mangled, face smeared with filthy blood.
One eye barely opened, the other completely fused with the charred skin.
Just as Bologue thought, the Shadowless Barrier could block physical attacks but couldn’t isolate high temperatures. Fast blocked the blast impact, but the ensuing heat wave still dealt him a heavy blow, nearly taking his life.
Fast breathed painfully as if there were a hole in his throat. His breathing sounded like the rasp of a ghostly specter.
Bologue seemed to have fully grasped the nature of his Secret Energy. This both frightened and astonished Fast, especially since they had just sparred face-to-face.
The Shadowless Barrier stacked in front, Air Bullets fired continuously. Now Fast no longer wanted to compete with Bologue; he just wanted to escape the place quickly.
A string of setbacks shattered Fast’s inner resolve. He even felt that the action was wrong from the start, destined for failure.
The bulky figure landed on a precarious platform. Fast’s vision was tainted with filthy blood, stained with scarlet hues all around.
As he prepared to move, a slight pain came from his ankle, followed by a thin Flying Knife stained with blood swiping past.
Fast couldn’t understand what was happening, and then his body collapsed uncontrollably.
Palmer raised his hand to catch the returning Flying Knife. The earlier battle avoidance vanished from his eyes. He was like a skilled assassin, severing Fast’s Achilles tendon at this critical moment.
The platform began to tremble, the crimson fungal carpet sniffed the living aroma, rapidly spreading here. Fast struggled to rise, with the Shadowless Barrier trying to repel the flesh and blood, but one after another, Iron Spears descended from the sky.