Chapter 492: Chapter 224 The Choice of the 5th Profession (2 in 1 Big Chapter)
Moreover, Wexman had already figured out Reinâs next move, which would surely be to rapidly retreat, then look for an opening in the battle to draw the Dual-Handed Greatsword he carried on his back.
However, Wexman didnât plan to give him that opportunity. He would cling to the boy like a persistent infection, preventing him from having any chance to use the secondary weapon.
The intense pain from his left arm filled Wexman with hatred towards the boy. It had been a long, long time since he had suffered such a significant setback.
Wexman decided he would stab the opponentâs body with his Dagger, creating one hundred and eighty holes, to alleviate the hatred in his heart.
But unexpectedly, the boy didnât choose to retreat or to draw the Dual-Handed Greatsword on his back. Instead, his fists flew swiftly and furiously at him from both hands.
Wexmanâs pupils constricted, and he immediately swung his Dagger to block, while his peripheral vision caught sight of the four sharp blades springing from Reinâs gauntlets, making him exclaim, âFinger Tiger!â
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âClang, clang, clang!â
A torrent of metallic clashes, denser than before, rapidly sounded, almost melding into a single noise.
Although Wexman was much faster than Rein in terms of sheer speed, this was when he was not injured.
At this moment, his left arm hung uselessly by his side, devoid of any fighting capacity, and the loss of arm swinging and balance drastically affected Wexmanâs movement speed.
Furthermore, Wexman was not invincible, even a Peak Knight would be nearing the end of his stamina after the fierce battle they had just endured, reducing his movement speed once again!
Thus, even though Wexman had finally escaped the predicament of stiffening for a moment with every hit, at this moment, he faced Reinâs extremely fast Finger Tiger without any chance to catch his breath.
This started to completely break down Wexmanâs previously calm mindset.
He estimated his remaining stamina and knew he had to fight desperately now or he might actually die here.
Wexmanâs expression suddenly became ferocious. He no longer chose to block Reinâs Finger Tiger but decided to exchange blow for blow.
âSwoosh, swoosh, swoosh!â
âPfft!â
The two men became like two blurs of mist, drifting back and forth across the backyard, mud splashing and grass flying wherever they went!
Rein waved his hands left and right, his movements fast as lightning, his actions a blur. It seemed as if he suddenly had eight arms, all striking at Wexman simultaneously.
The Finger Tiger was like a tempest, filling the sky with afterimages. In the blink of an eye, it slashed across Wexmanâs body over a dozen times.
Meanwhile, Wexmanâs crimson Dagger acted like a snake spitting venom, carving holes in Reinâs high-quality steel knightâs armor.
Wexman laughed!
The opponent hadnât chosen to fight cautiously but had opted to trade blow for blow with him.
His Dagger had the special effects of âVampirismâ and âRecovery,â meaning that with each strike, although the wounds werenât deep, they would instantly cause significant blood loss. Meanwhile, some of the blood absorbed by the Dagger would convert into energy for him.
This meant that he would become stronger as the battle progressed!
But the next second, Wexman wasnât laughing anymore!
He could feel his Dagger piercing through the opponentâs armor and skin, injuring the body. Although the wounds were not deep, he felt the Dagger drawing blood and converting it into energy.
However, why did it seem like the opponentâs movements were getting faster? Each time he struck, the opponentâs Finger Tiger would slash him more than ten times.
Thatâs not right!
Dammit, it wasnât the opponent getting faster; it was himself slowing down!
This numbness throughout his bodyâŠ
Damn!
The damn Finger Tiger was poisoned!
Wexman suddenly felt screwed!
He was a master of assassination, but because he hadnât prepared for Rein as the highest level of enemy, he hadnât poisoned his Dagger.
He hadnât expected that this broad-browed, big-eyed young man, a mere Governor from a small town in the Dragan Empire, would use poison.
Seconds later, both men stood still, motionless.
Wexman couldnât move. His body trembled uncontrollably, the numbness so evident. Now, he could hardly lift his arms.
He couldnât even speak; his tongue was numb!
Wexmanâs leather armor fell from him like autumn leaves, piece by piece. The remaining bits hung like ribbons. Now, his body bore hundreds of cuts from the Finger Tiger.
âBang!â
Wexman, stiff as a concrete statue, thudded onto the ground!
His posture still bent at the knees, Dagger in hand as if ready to strike; the sight was ironically comical.
And in that moment, all he wanted to say to Rein was,
âDamn! The dose of your paralysis poison is way too damn high!â
This was also beyond Reinâs expectations.
When he had applied the paralysis poison to his Finger Tiger, it was only with the thought that if the enemy excelled in witchcraft, he would use the swiftly striking Finger Tiger to disrupt their chanting.
If he could draw blood, even just once, it could have a miraculous effect!
But unexpectedly, like him, the enemy was also more proficient in close combat, and in their high-frequency combat, neither had any chance to perform any form of witchcraft.