Chapter 1747 - 1742: Bitter Fruit (36)

Chapter 1747: Chapter 1742: Bitter Fruit (36)

An interesting approach, but this Dark Night Hunter, let’s call him the Pale-faced Man for now, is ultimately too weak.

Though his momentum is astonishing and his blade is fierce, he is at most on par with Mr. Li He’s sudden upgrade during the Em House Palace incident.

Compared to the gifts the other natives have, he still lacks the essence of a Superior Being.

The crux of the current situation is simply the lack of high-ranking destructive methods.

Even if I stood still and let him chop away, it would take quite some effort for him to completely extinguish my life force.

And Fu Qian certainly doesn’t plan on doing something so tedious.

As to why I didn’t just catch that first slash?

Simple, considering the posture of the two women, Hilary, lying on top of me, the one lying on my chest, Xi II, was inevitably caught in that strike, one slash breaking her soul.

The immediate effect was the loss of her symphony, making the intoxicating intensity of "Transcendence" vanish, descending like the wailing.

With heightened senses, and lacking surprise attack bonuses, the response naturally becomes more effortless.

In short, if Doctor Dorian intends to use this as a trump card, more effort is needed.

Especially since the Pale-faced Man doesn’t seem to follow orders well, killing a pawn with his first strike.

But that’s okay, Fu Qian chooses to believe in the doctor; he must have other ways.

Speaking of which, if both women Hilary are gone, can "treatment" still be completed, and how?

Do I need to return to the chapel to figure it out on my own? Or will they resurrect shortly?

"I see you are dressed quite decently. Interrupting others is rather impolite."

An astounding force came from my hand, but unfortunately, while pondering this technical issue, Fu Qian did not hesitate to tighten his grip on the long blade.

"Now let us continue, its name is Mercy, specializing in granting release."

It was clear the opponent cherished "Broken" greatly, unwilling to let go easily, leading to a stalemate.

And here the disadvantage of a long blade becomes evident: the distance is almost too much unless you have ranged means or extendable arms; punching seems out of reach.

But it doesn’t matter, for the opponent has no ranged means, yet I do.

While introducing, Fu Qian aimed Mercy in his left hand once more at the opponent.

Bam—

The next moment, he pulled the trigger again, spewing forth the same golden flame as before.

Doctor, it’s time to step up.

...

Pow!

For a moment, Fu Qian even wondered if white ashes would burst out.

The Pale-faced Man’s obsession with his weapon was extraordinary, and even under such combat disadvantage, he didn’t give up, trying to dodge at the last moment.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian aimed not at his head but at the hand holding the weapon.

It’s important to make the opponent choose.

Between dropping the sword and being shot, the Pale-faced Man undoubtedly made a difficult choice, resulting in a solid hit on his shoulder.

Bam, bam, bam—

Fu Qian was relentless, emptying his gun, forcing three more choices on the opponent.

Regrettably, despite being Night Watchman-tailored, the physical power remained limited, only tearing the opponent’s uniquely styled coat, revealing the equally ghastly body underneath.

Argh—

Fortunately, as an enchanted bullet, physical power isn’t everything.

The golden flame didn’t ignite any clothing, yet as Fu Qian holstered the empty gun, something in that wild pair of eyes seemed ignited.

Accompanied by an unintelligible roar from the Pale-faced Man’s throat.

Although the sound indicated language exchange was impossible, the comfort was the transformation finally began with that shout.

Under the torn outfit, on that ghastly skin, a thin, long rise rapidly appeared.

Segmented, looking somewhat like a snake at first glance.

However, Fu Qian instantly denied this view, considering something else—a spine.

Though smaller in size, the shape was distinctly closer.

The following changes confirmed his thought, more dense protrusions appearing, some even resembling skull outlines.

Disordered, crowded, the size equally petite, like a Luanzang Gang stacked atop a giant.

During the rapid surge, they even reached the long blade, instantly turning it into a bona fide slaughtering knife.

...

Encouragement works; indeed, the combat power is rising.

Fu Qian, gripping the blade, was undoubtedly the first to bear the brunt.

With the opponent’s body expanding rapidly, grasping became significantly challenging.

Knowing well it was merely superficial, the Pale-faced Man’s move certainly wasn’t just about changing weapon shape.

He felt something unprecedented emerging at that moment.

Not only has the Pale-faced Man’s ranking further ascended, but getting slashed now likely wouldn’t be so simple.

And this shift was clearly tied to Dorian.

The golden flame attached to the bullet had indeed affected the Pale-faced Man a bit.

That instability, which Dorian, undoubtedly placing high hopes, didn’t want, compelled the use of some yet-unknown means to strengthen him.

Very impressive, but—crack!

With surging power, the butcher knife being gradually pulled from his grasp seemed to tremble at a moment.

Yet this didn’t alter its fate; with a sound conveying endless wails, the blade was forcibly broken from a third of it.

The Sage’s Punishment does not only apply to humans; it’s equally effective at breaking objects.

Clank!

With gray powder scattering from his hand, Fu Qian casually tossed the now unrecognizable broken blade at his opponent’s feet.

Still insufficient.

Currently, the Pale-faced Man might already be a figure each slash demands serious counteraction, yet he still doesn’t exhibit striking uniqueness.

He remains merely an illusion belonging to this Dream, even less Transcendent than Sara and the others.

Dorian still needs to put in more effort, and time isn’t on his side.

Because I’ve already been in the night for a while, and lingering will eject me.

He indeed seems to be trying hard, the Pale-faced Man, holding the broken blade, only paused briefly before redirecting himself to stab the weapon into his stomach.

And with this self-mutilation, a particular change could clearly be felt occurring, something more—huh?

Amidst Fu Qian’s eager anticipation, he saw gray powder begin drifting from that ghastly face, promptly spreading across his whole body.

In less than a breath, all traces of man and blade vanished.

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