Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents

Chapter 458: Chapter 114: He Is a Super Monster That Cannot Be Defeated Even at Full Strength

"Yes."

That single word struck the Tier Four Lord’s heart like a heavy hammer.

He hadn’t yet recovered from the despair of that confirmation when Qin Feng’s voice rang out again, each word clear and carrying the weight of a cold declaration:

"Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning."

"If you don’t have a Divine Gift-level Purification Skill."

Qin Feng paused, his gaze sweeping over the other man’s instantly pale face, his eyes devoid of any pity.

"This Poisoned effect will last until this life of yours is completely over."

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"You will be continuously afflicted by this Poisoned effect."

’A Divine Gift purification ability!?’

’Since when was that something you could fucking get so easily!?’

The Tier Four player from Sakura Country grit his teeth, the last trace of color draining from his face.

A Divine Gift Authority was a one-in-ten-thousand existence to begin with. In the entire Sakura Country Realm, to date, only the top one hundred Strongest Lords possessed Divine Gift abilities, and they were all support-type Authorities like Teleportation. A Purification Class Divine Gift Authority? He had never even heard rumors of one, let alone seen it!

This meant that there was absolutely no way to remove the permanent poison coursing through him!

At this moment, the Tier Four Sakura Country player’s Life Value was still plummeting at a rate of 1% per second. The Life Value bar on his retina was visibly shrinking.

He suddenly recalled Qin Feng’s composure while guarding the Teleportation Gate, and the indifference in his voice when he said, "Either scram or die."

Clearly, from the very beginning, the man had never taken him, a Level 100 Tier Four Lord Player, seriously. The so-called "wait" was nothing more than a ploy to make him walk into this inescapable death trap with his own two feet.

"Why..."

He collapsed amidst the wreckage, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, filled not only with indignation but also a bone-deep fear.

Qin Feng glanced at him, then turned and walked toward the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows. The sunlight outlined his imposing figure, leaving behind only a cold echo:

"When you ganged up to invade my Lord Plane, trying to stomp my Lord’s Hall into dust, why didn’t you ask ’why’ then?"

As his voice faded, Qin Feng was already advancing, stepping over the chaotic mess of splintered wood and bloodstains to close the distance.

The glass of the top-floor office windows had long since been shattered in the previous battle. The evening wind, carrying the clamor of Shimada’s streets, poured into the room, swirling up dark red beads of blood and charred wood chips that traced eerie arcs in the glow of the Golden Holy Flame.

The Beheading Sword in his hand once again blazed with brilliant light. Sacred Patterns flowed rapidly across the blade, intertwining with the passing neon lights from outside the window as he slashed out, unleashing a crimson-gold blade of light that seemed to tear the very air.

The pupils of the Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country contracted. Survival instinct made him subconsciously snatch the Magic Folding Fan at his feet to parry.

The blood-red Gemstone on the fan’s surface erupted with dense Dark Magic, attempting to form a shield to block the attack. But Qin Feng’s figure moved like a phantom, changing direction in the cramped space. He pushed his Holy Stepping Technique to its limit, leaving a trail of afterimages as he swept past the scattered remains of desks and chairs.

With a flick of his wrist, the trajectory of his sword suddenly dipped. In the instant he bypassed the fan’s parry, the blade slid along its surface. The Holy Flame burned the wooden ribs of the fan, which sizzled audibly as sparks flew.

This change in attack was unimaginably fast, and the Combat Skills it contained were so exquisite as to be terrifying. What seemed like a simple slash was in fact a move that had perfectly predicted the opponent’s parry. The angle, force, and timing of the blade were all controlled with flawless precision.

The Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country felt his wrist go numb as most of the force behind his parry was instantly dispersed, leaving his chest wide open.

Before he could react, the cold blade had already pierced through the Magic Barrier he had hastily summoned, plunging brutally into his abdomen with searing Holy Power.

PSHCK!

The muffled sound of the blade sinking into flesh was accompanied by the spreading stench of scorched skin from the Holy Flame. Dark red blood, mixed with the black residue of dark magic, spewed from the wound and splattered onto the mottled wall behind him. It overlapped with the previously scorched cherry blossom patterns, creating a gruesome tableau.

The Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country let out a shrill scream. His body stumbled backward uncontrollably, crashing into the edge of a cold metal desk. The documents and shattered teacups on it fell to the floor with a crash.

Just then, a crimson system notification suddenly popped up on his retina, arriving in sync with a bone-gnawing pain that flared up inside him.

[System Notification: The "Poisoned effect" in your body is stacking! Current Life Value loss has increased to 2% per second!]

"No!"

A desperate roar caught in his throat. The Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country looked down at the wound in his abdomen. The Golden Holy Flame was spreading inward from the injury, intertwining with the poison in his system and making the 2% per second loss of life feel all the more palpable.

His Life Value bar plummeted at a visible rate. What had been over half his Blood Volume instantly dropped below thirty percent.

The evening wind poured in through the broken window, making his gold-embroidered Magic Robe flap loudly, but it couldn’t disperse the ever-thickening aura of death around him. Only the Holy Flame on the Beheading Sword in Qin Feng’s hand grew more dazzling in the dim room.

’Monster!’

’This guy is a monster!’

’He’s a super monster that can’t be defeated even if I give it my all!’

The Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country sat collapsed amidst the shattered armor and filth of blood. Blood was still gushing from the wound in his abdomen, and the excruciating pain from the intertwined Holy Flame and poison nearly tore his consciousness apart. Yet, only those words echoed over and over in his mind.

He stared intently at Qin Feng, who stood nearby with his hands behind his back. The man wasn’t stained with a single drop of blood. The motion of sheathing his flaming sword was as leisurely as if he had just finished a casual stroll, not a life-or-death battle against a Tier Four Lord Player far above his own level.