I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 495

Chapter 42: Storm and Calm

The future-bound scholar, hailing from an unreachably high noble lineage, Enwei had never liked these clear-headed and foolish students. In fact, he was even jealous of their sunlit, joyful faces.

A bunch of little brats who wouldn’t even respect their teachers, I’ve had enough of you!

Thoughts he once dared only to dream of now transformed into a tangible desire.

Now, he was the powerful one, and it was only natural for the weak to face the consequences of life and death!

Seeing the killing intent flash in Enwei’s eyes, Roy could only sigh in resignation.

“You three go on ahead. I’ll stay back.”

The three of them exchanged doubtful looks, and Jiayika couldn’t help but speak up, “But…”

“No buts.”

Roy’s tone was firm, leaving no room for debate. “If you stay, you’ll just hinder me. Hurry and get reinforcements; that’s how you can help.”

After the battle earlier, they were already exhausted and couldn’t help any further.

“…Be careful!” After a heavy sigh, Mark had no choice but to drag Jiayika away.

White too struggled for a moment before ultimately fleeing alongside them.

Several hunting dogs chased after them, but more remained to encircle Roy.

According to Enwei’s expectations, upon learning that his target was Roy, the students should have turned on each other.

Not getting his wish, Enwei couldn’t help but sneer, “Hypocrites.”

“You must think playing the hero is cool, huh? Thinking someone will come to rescue you and praise you: ‘Oh, Roy Ainbrad, so selfless, so glorious?’”

“Too bad no one will remember you! You’ll just rot here, becoming a laughingstock for dying in a final practical battle!”

The boy stretched a bit, loosening his muscles, wearing a faint smirk.

“You’re overthinking it; I’m not that kind-hearted. Saying you’re just in the way is the literal meaning.”

“Because the scene that’s about to unfold will be quite ugly.”

“Stop bluffing, little brat!”

Dozens of hunting dogs roared and rushed forward, claws out, pouncing on the black-haired boy.

Enwei didn’t underestimate his opponent.

He was someone who could clash head-on with Sequence 6—the victor of the Trial of Blue was not just for show.

But after the recent battle, Roy was evidently injured and weak, like a candle flickering in the wind!

Otherwise, why would Enwei even bother to show up in person? Wanting to take his life himself?

Just as Enwei predicted, the boy was heavily wounded, moving slowly, and didn’t even have time to dodge before a hunting dog sank its teeth into him!

Enwei’s hunting dogs, mindless summoned creatures, were thrilled to see Roy standing still. He immediately commanded them to pounce one after another, eager to tear Roy to shreds.

No, with the power of the undead, wherever those dog’s fangs reached would turn to dust, leaving not a single shard!

However, in the next second, Enwei’s smile froze.

The dogs lunging at the boy melted away like they had bitten into molten lava.

Fearless creatures charged onward, but when they collided with the boy, they shattered like tofu hitting a wall—one after another, pointless.

“[Steel Skin]?!”

No way, even [Steel Skin] shouldn’t have corrosive properties!

Before Enwei could think further, Roy stepped forward, drawing his sword, and his wounds began to heal visibly as his weak energy surged rapidly.

Like a flickering candle, it transformed into a towering inferno in the blink of an eye!

Something’s off! This kid is not right!

With alarms ringing in his mind, Enwei stopped holding back and unleashed all his power.

Dozens of hunting dogs, thick as locusts, swarmed toward the boy.

The boy drew his sword, flowing with water-like grace, producing a simple yet sharp arc.

[Weapon Projection: Pure Water].

Fluid can create more variations than solid!

And [Immortal in Barehanded] can master any weapon.

With a flick of his sword-whip, he struck down several hunting dogs in one blow.

The dogs hit by the whip were easily dismembered, like a hot knife through butter, tragic as they turned to smoke.

A strange weapon was manipulated skillfully by the boy, resembling a fierce python, hunting down the unwitting dogs one by one.

For a time, not a single hunting dog could break through the boy’s dance of blades!

Enwei first gritted his teeth but soon wore a serious expression, his eyes cold, followed by a chilling smile.

Good, good, good, you’ve indeed got some skills; you’re not just an ordinary [Iron Blood] Extraordinary Being!

A magical item, or perhaps some kind of spell?

But I’m not the only one with a trump card!

Unbeknownst to Enwei, Roy caught the subtle changes in his expression.

This guy has a backup plan…

Seeing several dogs suddenly turn into mist, slipping through the gaps in the sword-whip, Roy remained unperturbed.

[Cloud Hiding Hunting Dog]’s ability, [Mistification].

This ability can immune physical attacks, turning into an elemental form.

And [Pure Water] itself is not suited for offense and can’t harm elemental beings.

A bit troublesome, but…

It’s just that.

As the hunting dogs pressed in again, the boy didn’t plan on letting them bite him again.

With a quick tug, the sword-whip snapped back, morphing into a massive sickle, glowing with dazzling crimson.

[Weapon Projection: Blood Magic]!

Just elemental beings; magic will do!

The sickle slashed through the mist, cutting down all incoming shadows.

Roy swung the massive sickle to sever the advancing mist shadows and whipped the sword to eliminate the ambushing undead.

Calm and unhurried, he steadily approached Enwei.

Seeing both types of attacks failing, Enwei finally panicked.

Damn! What’s going on here?!

An Extraordinary Being’s ability should be limited! Especially since [Iron Blood] is purely physical!

But neither the power of the undead nor my abilities work; this is beyond extraordinary!

Noticing the waning courage in his opponent, Roy squinted.

Thinking of running away?

“Teacher Enwei, how unfortunate that you sacrificed your dignity to join a cult just to gain this little power?”

Enwei froze, his face flushed in anger. “What did you say?!”

“I said, you’re too weak.” Roy smirked, showing no mercy, “Of all the necromancers I’ve faced, you rank as the weakest!”

“Looks like even the blessings of the evil god can’t save your incompetence.”

“Don’t get cocky, little brat!”

Enwei roared, energy surging.

Under maximum effort, the power of the undead severely backfired, causing Enwei’s body to rapidly turn pale and decay, with half his face nearly becoming a skeleton.

Realizing he overused his powers, Enwei howled, collapsing to the ground.

But even if he wanted to stop now, there was no way.

The power of the undead ignored Enwei’s body, bursting forth. All the hunting dogs transformed into smoke, converging into a towering giant dog, over ten meters high, exuding a chilling aura!

The aura of Sequence 6 intertwined with the power of the undead, like a tornado of silence sweeping over everything!

Grass withered, flowers died, the ground dried up, how could mere mortals withstand such power that silences all?

The boy’s figure was swallowed by the cold mist, like a stone sinking into the sea, gone without a trace.

Watching this scene, Enwei, ignoring the painful decay of his body, couldn’t help but laugh joyfully.

But the next second, a brilliant blue flickered, shining like a bright star.

In an instant, a blue halo surged like endless waves, roaring and shaking the cold mist.

The fully unleashed [Purification] ripped through the misty giant dog, striking right into its core.

Raindrops fell down, refreshing the parched earth, and the previously wilted plants began sprouting tender buds, filled with vitality.

Under the drizzling rain, facing the unharmed black-haired boy slowly walking toward him, even Enwei, corroded by the undead, finally felt a twinge of coldness.