Chapter 142: Nun Critical Hit
With just one strike, the alleyway before me turned into a snow-covered icefield, taking half the neighboring street along for the ride.
Countless ice spears of varying sizes crisscrossed, littering cobbled streets, wooden beams, and every corner within sight. Some were only half my height, but many stood tall at five or six meters—towering and terrifying ice spikes that looked like a collection of dazzling yet deadly ice flowers, scattered yet forming a cohesive whole.
Ice crystals fluttered in the air like mist. Amongst them, the flickering light of fire resembled a dying candle, its last remnants battling to stay lit.
“Oh my gosh… this is a disaster… it’s terrifying…”
“I can’t believe… a mere little girl caused this… d*mn it, I should have brought my winter coat.”
Someone behind me exclaimed in shock.
“Is he dead…?”
I heard the crunch of the vice-captain’s boots on the ground as she approached, so I waved frantically, signaling her to stay back.
At the same time, a pillar of ice erupted beneath me, flinging me toward the last flicker of fire. I stepped onto a slanted ice spike, frowned, and peered down at the figure trapped within.
Right into the gaze of the Strong Man’s bl**d-red eyes.
His body… was completely buried beneath translucent ice spikes from the chest down, with just his head, shoulders, and one right arm sticking out.
Flames still flickered from his wounds, casting a red glow on the ice encasing him, steam rising and hissing ominously, as droplets dripped from the ice to form small puddles on the ground.
“Whew… whew…”
The Strong Man’s breath was heavy and ragged, his eyes fixed on me, and then suddenly, he began to thrash wildly.
“Ugh… ah—!”
“Ahhhh—!!”
He let out a bl**d-curdling roar, raising his still-functional right fist and pounding it against the ice beneath him, muscles bulging as he unleashed fiery blows. After seven or eight strikes, the ice remained utterly unmoved—not even a crack.
I just stood there, watching.
After a moment, the Strong Man lifted his head again, glaring at me with wild fury, howling.
“Ahhhhhh—!”
“Who are you! Who are you—!!”
I instantly responded, “I’m your dad.”
“I want you dead… I want you dead!!”
Seeing the blonde guy’s powerless rage, I tilted my head and thought for a moment. Usually, at this point in stories, protagonists ask the villains similar questions.
“Tell me the mastermind, and you can live.”
“Haha—!”
The Strong Man’s laughter went even more insane, suddenly swinging his arm toward me.
“Little girl…”
The next second, flames surged towards me.
But… too slow.
I activated Moon Step and easily dodged to another ice spike, thinking for a moment, I asked, “So… if you tell me, I’ll make it quick for you?”
“Shut up, brat… hehehe…”
He laughed in a rough, offbeat tone, eyes narrowing as he beckoned me closer with a finger. “Come here, I’ll tell you.”
“……”
No way to communicate.
Whoosh—
A sharp ice spike sliced through the air and lodged itself in his slightly open mouth, bursting out the back of his head. Red and white sprayed across the ice… the sight was quite disturbing, and I frowned in disgust.
But even so, the Strong Man still clung to life.
“Ugh—, cough cough… cough cough!”
He spat out several clots of bl**d that immediately ignited upon hitting the ice, sending plumes of steam rising, blurring the surroundings.
I caught a glimpse of his mangled wound at the back of his head, healing at an alarming rate.
“Hey hey… little girl, I don’t care who you are… The Gate of Truth will remember you… hehehe…”
Hearing the Strong Man’s weakened threats, I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t even know who I am, how will you remember?”
“The great god of truth… knows everything… it will be watching you… cough cough!”
“God of Truth, what’s that?”
“If you want to know… let me go, and I’ll tell you…”
…not happening.
“I don’t want to know anymore.”
What should I do with him?
Honestly, there’s no need to k*ll him right away… given his state, he couldn’t possibly escape the ice prison I created—his power levels weren’t even in the same league. He posed no threat but still had a small amount of strength to struggle, indicating he wouldn’t d*e just yet.
Earlier, Valar had died too quickly, and I hadn’t gotten to ask many questions… Perhaps I could get some useful info from him.
Just as I was pondering how to ask, I heard light footsteps behind me.
Turning to look, I saw Sister Teresa walking over.
“The Gate of Truth… just looks like an ordinary person to me,” she remarked.
I picked up on her remark: “An ordinary crazy person.”
“But a crazy person is still a human.”
Teresa smiled gently at me as her feet moved steadily toward the Strong Man.
“Maybe we’re the crazy ones in the eyes of the madman.”
“Be careful, sis.”
At this moment, the Strong Man was only hindered, not weakened. I worried that Teresa might get hurt and kept a close watch on that massive figure.
I noticed the Strong Man’s astonishment as his eyes widened.
“You’re… Sister Teresa?!”
“Ah, yes,” Teresa replied, already five steps away from him, pausing slowly. She raised her slender arm, her fist colliding with a nearby ice spike.
Boom!
A dull sound echoed.
Was it my imagination, or did the floor tremble slightly?
Crack.
Then, the ice that the Strong Man pounded on fruitlessly, which even Sin Fire couldn’t melt, suddenly cracked under what seemed to be a weak punch.
With a “bang,” the ice exploded. Ice fragments flew everywhere, a two-meter-tall spike snapped in half as Teresa effortlessly seized the tip and cradled it.
The sequence of events was bewildering.
What was she planning to do…
Her voice reached my ears: “Is it a bad thing… or a good thing to be known by the madman of the world…”
“You can’t—”
That was the Strong Man’s last sound.
In an instant, the ice spike cradled by Teresa swung high, like an unstoppable mega-hammer, and came crashing down on his head, crushing it like a watermelon.
Red and white matter exploded several meters away, mingled with fragments of flesh and his vertebrae, all propelled deep into his chest cavity.
Boom—
A fierce blaze erupted from the deep hollow in his neck, soaring to a height and extinguishing as quickly as a night-blooming cereus.
“Sister Teresa…”
I stood there, mouth agape, unsure of what to say.
A nun smiling while smashing someone’s head… I doubt I’ll ever forget this scene… it was so violent, it completely shattered her gentle image in my mind…
After finishing all that, Teresa casually tossed the gooey ice fragment onto the ground, turning back to me with a nod. “Let’s go, don’t waste time. We still have a lot to do.”
“…Oh.”
