Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1582: Chapter 935: Cloak

Now the roles of attack and defense have reversed. The opponent’s movements were clearly faster than his. Yang Xiao knew well that there was a vast difference in strength. If that oar struck out, he would at least be seriously injured.

And facing such an opponent, being seriously injured was basically no different from death. This guy definitely wouldn’t let them go.

To survive, the first step was to eliminate that strange ability that slowed his movements, and that ability came from the broken conical hat on this person’s head.

With a thought, the Ghost Lantern appeared in his hand. He immediately detonated it, and as the green light spread out, the sensation of being slowed down was greatly diminished. Though it hadn’t completely disappeared, it was enough for him.

This gave him the opportunity to move his body, dodging to the right. In an instant, a dark glow pierced through the spot where he stood a second ago.

At the same time, with the green light from the exploding Ghost Lantern, Yang Xiao saw clearly the broken conical hat. On the side facing him, there was a small hole, and through that hole, an eyeball was staring at him intently. freeweɓnovel.cøm

The eye was bloodshot, filled with extreme negative emotions. Just one glance made Yang Xiao feel uncomfortable all over. It was this guy that had slowed him down earlier. This was a ghost hiding in the conical hat.

Without a doubt, the conical hat was also a magic artifact, and its abilities were quite peculiar.

Having missed the strike, the Fisherman seemed to truly acknowledge the opponent in front for the first time. He half-turned, facing Yang Xiao, and swung the oar down on him.

Yang Xiao could have retreated to dodge this, but thinking of his plan, he gritted his teeth and stayed, switching the Ring-Headed Saber for the Ghost Bamboo Stick, prepared to take the hit head-on.

The two magic artifacts collided heavily, producing an ear-piercing explosion. Yang Xiao was sent flying by the tremendous force, landing on the ground after flying over ten meters.

The fall made his internal organs ache. Yang Xiao endured for a while but couldn’t help spitting out a mouthful of blood. His hands, which were gripping the Ghost Bamboo Stick, trembled uncontrollably, and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split, bleeding.

Just taking a single hit, he was injured by the Fisherman. The difference in strength between the two sides was obvious.

But Yang Xiao believed it was all worth it. After all, he hadn’t intended to kill the Fisherman by himself. He wasn’t that arrogant.

He was a diversion, while the real attacker, under his cover, had successfully advanced into the Fisherman’s blind spot at the back.

It was Nalan Shuo.

Ever since Jiang Qingluan and Yang Xiao started their move, Nalan Shuo had quietly shifted positions, never exposing himself, making a big circle to find an ideal attack spot.

Now, it was just a matter of waiting. He needed an opportunity, a chance for a one-hit kill.

The tacit understanding between Yang Xiao and Nalan Shuo was such that there was no need for communication. Yang Xiao clearly judged Director Nalan’s intentions and proactively rushed from the front, using himself as bait to create a close-up opportunity for him.

As Yang Xiao was flung away by the oar and the Fisherman’s attention was on him, Nalan Shuo made his move. A silver stream of light shot quickly towards the Fisherman’s back.

To be precise, the target wasn’t the back, but the shadow left behind the Fisherman. It was a silver steel pen, with the ability to immobilize an opponent by pinning their shadow.

He had used it before while dealing with Daoist Qingfeng, the elder brother Yang Xiao acknowledged in Xiang Ma Town. It easily restrained him.

As he threw the pen, Nalan Shuo also moved towards the Fisherman. He couldn’t be sure how long the pen could restrain this guy, so to be safe, he needed to close in and inflict more damage, smashing his head with a short stick.

Even an Angel Envoy, no matter how powerful, would die if their head was smashed and heart destroyed. freёweɓnovel.com

But events didn’t go as planned. Just as he locked onto his target, the broken cloak behind the Fisherman began to flutter on its own.

Simultaneously, as the steel pen neared within three meters of the Fisherman’s back, it suddenly became uncontrollable, as if drawn by some force. It veered off course, shooting straight towards the Fisherman’s back, and finally vanished into the fluttering cloak.

At that moment, the magic artifact originally belonging to Nalan Shuo disconnected from him.

This was something Nalan Shuo had never encountered. He instantly realized that the cloak was strange, as it had actually absorbed his steel pen.

He had only ever seen similar scenes in novels, like in Journey to the West, where a monster’s magic treasure, possibly a Vajra Bowl, had taken Sun Monkey’s Jingu Bang and the magic treasures of various Heavenly Court immortals who had come to assist.

The advantage of the sneak attack was lost, but Nalan Shuo knew well the value of a rare opportunity and decided to gamble. After all, Yang Xiao and Jiang Qingluan had willingly assumed the roles of diversions to create this chance for him. Yang Xiao was even flung away by an oar for it.

Among those present, only his combat power was relatively intact, followed by Jiang Qingluan, who, though hadn’t experienced intense combat, was still injured and not fully recovered.

Resolute, Nalan Shuo charged towards the Fisherman, leaping high as he smashed down with a stick at his head. The bloodshot eye in the conical hat fixed on Nalan Shuo, and that peculiar slowing ability activated again.

But as the golden scales on Nalan Shuo lit up, the slowing effect was almost nullified, keeping Nalan Shuo’s movements agile.

However, the Fisherman was clearly a tough opponent. He decisively gave up defense, not planning to block with the oar but instead prepared to go head-to-head, taking Nalan Shuo’s blow and then countering.