Free Web NovelChapter 195: Chapter 192: Dominant Kill
The burly man tore off his outer robe, revealing the dark red, scale-like Inner Armor beneath.
His muscles bulged, and his entire body radiated a thick, bloody stench.
He crossed his arms, a wide grin splitting his face, and stared at Ian like a hunter gazes at prey caught in a trap.
"So you are here, ’Magic Potion Genius’." The burly man licked his lips.
"Phoenix was right. You’re particularly interested in the ’Stone’ here... We’ve been following you the whole time."
Behind him stood a man and a woman, both dressed in Deep Red Long Robes, their gazes cold and sinister.
The Warlock toyed with a Crystal Ball that continuously oozed blood, while a dark red, bloody mist coiled around the Witch’s fingertips.
Ian’s gaze swept over the three of them, finally landing at the burly man’s feet.
There were a few inconspicuous drops of dried, dark red powder.
It was the tracking powder from the Deep Red corpse back at the tunnel entrance.
He had disposed of the part that got on him at the time, but it seemed they had a way to reverse-track the powder’s "source aura."
They had come specifically for him.
He had only cleaned it off casually back then, not really paying it much mind.
"Blood Slaughter." The burly man pointed to himself, his smile savage.
"Remember this name. When your Soul is screaming after you die, at least you’ll know who sent you to your grave."
Before his words faded, his body shot forward.
He moved so fast he left afterimages, his right hand forming a claw. A dark red, bloody light erupted from his fingertips as he clawed straight for Ian’s face.
Before the claw even arrived, a violent, bloodthirsty Spiritual Shock slammed into Ian’s mind.
It was as if countless screams were exploding in his ears, and an illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared before his eyes.
A normal Vaporization Wizard would have been mentally dazed by this, their movements sluggish.
But in the core of Ian’s Sea of Spirit, the faint golden specks of light merely rippled, neutralizing the Spiritual Shock completely.
His eyes were icy cold. Without dodging or evading, he clenched his left fist.
The Jade-like Radiance under his skin shone brighter than ever before as he met Blood Slaughter’s bloody claw with a punch!
BOOM!!!
Fist and claw collided, unleashing a shockwave!
The savage smile on Blood Slaughter’s face instantly froze.
He felt as if his claw had smashed into a block of ten-thousand-year-old obsidian steel!
No, it was even harder than that.
The force of the rebound numbed his entire arm, and the bloody light on his fingertips dimmed.
But his opponent... hadn’t moved an inch?!
"You..." For the first time, astonishment appeared in Blood Slaughter’s eyes.
He followed the Deep Red Royal Court’s most brutal path of bloodline fury.
Day and night, he tempered his body with the blood and Resentful Spirits of Fierce Beasts and humans. Among those of the same level, he had never met his match in close combat!
’Isn’t this kid a Magic Potion Alchemist?!’
’How could his body be so strong?!’
Ian gave him no time to think.
The instant their attacks collided, his right hand was already forming a Gravity Collapse Ball.
But his target wasn’t Blood Slaughter; it was the Warlock behind him who was casting support spells.
The small, gray sphere left his hand and vanished.
The next moment, it appeared in front of the Warlock.
The Warlock’s expression changed drastically. The Blood Crystal in his hand erupted with a blinding red light, and several layers of viscous Blood Shields instantly formed in front of him.
But the moment the sphere touched the Blood Shields...
VWOOM!
A terrifying Suction erupted.
The Blood Shields were torn like rags, twisting and collapsing inward.
The Warlock shrieked and flew backward frantically, barely escaping the center of the Gravity.
At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood.
The light of the Blood Shields flared, barely resisting the Devouring collapse, but his face was now deathly pale and his aura weakened.
In that brief moment of distraction...
A nearly imperceptible golden glint flashed in Ian’s eyes.
An intangible, formless "thread," thinner than a strand of hair, shot out from the depths of his pupils.
It crossed a distance of dozens of meters in an instant, piercing the Warlock’s brow.
The Warlock’s body suddenly stiffened.
The terror and pallor on his face froze in place.
He opened his mouth but made no sound.
His eyes quickly lost focus. His body swayed, then slumped to the ground.
Thin trickles of blood seeped from his nostrils and ears.
His Soul had been utterly pierced and annihilated by that sliver of Spiritual Power containing the Crystallization Attribute.
The scene fell deathly silent.
Both Blood Slaughter and the Witch stared with wide eyes.
"Crys... Crystal Silk Thread?! How is that possible?! You’re only Level One..."
The Witch cried out, her voice shrill with incredulous terror.
’How can a Level One Wizard possess a technique that directly attacks the Soul and bypasses Energy defenses?!’
’That’s the signature ability of a Level Two Crystalized Wizard!’
A look of horror finally appeared in Blood Slaughter’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a more violent fury.
"Kill him!!!"
He roared as the bloody energy throughout his body began to burn wildly.
’If I don’t go all out, I’m going to die!’
A dense network of dark red, vein-like patterns appeared on the surface of his skin.
His aura surged, instantly breaking through the barrier of Level One Peak and faintly touching a critical threshold.
He stomped his right foot hard, a ring of cracks exploding in the ground as his body shot toward Ian like a cannonball once more.
This time, his speed was greater, his Power more ferocious.
The wind from his claw tore through the air, letting out a demonic shriek!
At the same time, the Witch also reacted. Gritting her teeth, she shrieked and pushed her hands forward.
Three vicious vipers, coalesced from fresh blood, pounced toward Ian through the air, sealing off his escape to the left and right.
On the other side, the pressure on Gaga suddenly lightened.
The three Alchemy Puppets had suddenly stopped their attack, standing motionless as if they had lost their control signal.
Without hesitation, it flickered and lunged at the Witch!
The Witch sensed the vicious gust of wind coming from behind and was forced to divert her attention, controlling one of the blood snakes to turn and defend her.
But Gaga feinted, making a sharp turn in mid-air.
With a flap of its wings, countless fine, shadowy feathers shot out like steel needles toward the Witch’s face.
The Witch dodged clumsily, and the formation of the blood snakes she controlled fell into disarray.
Facing Blood Slaughter’s furious charge and the pincer attack of the two remaining blood snakes, Ian’s expression remained unchanged.
