Chapter 121: Mad Fury (Part One)
Flames and frost swirled and collided right before my eyes.
A massive shockwave kicked up dust and winds, sweeping down the street before howling off in all directions!
Boom, boom, boom, boom—
Amidst the gigantic explosion, the cobblestones cracked open like they were made of popcorn, sending b*llet-like fragments flying everywhere, hammering into nearby buildings, light streaming out crazily. People flew through the air, being disintegrated and obliterated under the terrifying forces of heat and cold. The central hub of the storm, the fog-hidden man who had caught my previous attack, had his hair standing straight up in the fiery wind.
Boom, boom, boom, boom…
The impact reverberated on, as houses shook and toppled. A huge rooftop was suddenly ripped off and crashed into the nearby clock tower, while brick and stone debris tumbled down, and just then, a massive cloud of dust exploded, forming a storm of frost-fire swirling up tens of meters into the air.
“LIT—TLE—GIRL——!!!”
In the chaos, with my feet firmly stuck in the cracked ground, the furious sixth council member let out a hoarse roar, his face had returned to its original form, yet appeared even more terrifying now, his eyes red with rage. The long sword he was using to block Captain Gray had been cut halfway, pinned tightly to his shoulder; no matter how loudly he yelled, he couldn’t lift it again.
Bang!
The ground beneath me quaked, and the dust exploded again before my eyes, obscuring my vision for a moment. I released my grip on the scythe handle, sidestepped, and left palm froze suddenly, “crack, crack, crack,” as the sound of breaking ice filled the air, a stunning short scythe formed before my eyes, shimmering with dense white mist, directed towards the heretic’s waist!
Pfft!
The thrill of the blade sinking into flesh hit me, and right after, a strong wind roared at my side, a flaming fist charged towards me. I crouched down, keeping my upper body parallel to the ground, right foot flying high from behind—my toes tapped the end of Captain Gray’s sword, “clank,” the massive black scythe spun up into the air, I wrapped around behind him, catching the descending scythe and slashing horizontally at the enemy—
Clang!
He blocked me with his sword, but his blade was instantly severed, as he was knocked sideways; amidst the dust, he was flung away by the tremendous force, crashing into a nearby pile of stones and setting off a shower of sparks.
“Why…”
Boom!
More explosions sent debris flying, and the unnamed sixth council member stood up from the rubble, discarded his broken sword, and charged at me, fists flying one after the other, carrying the flames of sin fire and nearly upending the entire street.
“Why, why, why, why…”
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—
The violent explosions raged on, front and back were a cacophony of destruction, the cobblestones were shattered, glowing cherry red and emanating smoke. Countless buildings collapsed under the bombardment, and the sin fire raged through the street. However, at the very heart of the flames, that petite figure, dual scythes in hand, walked boldly forward, not even a corner of her dress catching fire.
“Why are you unafraid of sin fire!? Why!!!”
“Ughhh——!!!”
The fog-hidden man felt like he was about to lose his mind.
He recalled not long ago, how in the battlefield of the two factions, this tiny little girl had the audacity to rush at him alone. Back then, he found it quite laughable.
Sixteen, merely a girl who hadn’t experienced much. Relying on some talent, she barreled into battle, hot-headedly thinking she could take him down by herself?
Brainwashed by the Church, valued that so-called glory and fame above life itself; what a poor little thing…
But since she dared to come, she shouldn’t think about leaving.
With that thought in mind, the fog-hidden man soon discovered after several rounds of combat that, despite being covered in bl**d, this girl was incredibly beautiful, beyond belief.
In that moment, a new, wicked thought flared up within him; he suddenly hesitated to k*ll her. He wanted to trick this silly girl over, then set traps step by step, before that perverted jester found out, claiming her for himself… by the gods of truth, with his years of experience, he figured this girl was probably still a virgin.
Women from the eastern continent were mostly weather-beaten; those he had played with in the past, whether skilled fighters or common women, looked thirty by age twenty. In the western continent, things were better; even the daughters of commoners had decent skin, and noblewomen were absolutely supple… Yet compared to the girl in front of him, they were all akin to old rags.
Furthermore, besides her skin, those exquisite features, those starry eyes that made one feel tender-hearted—it was all simply irresistible.
The fog-hidden man knew he was slightly muddled by the girl’s beauty, to the point of being foolish enough to speak such words to an enemy on the battlefield, but he couldn’t help it. He knew he had to seize this opportunity; otherwise, future escapades with other women would likely feel bland, and he’d struggle to be interested.
But that thought remained until the little girl unleashed her ancient sword techniques.
Until he realized that his pride, whether sin fire or the order of fog, had no way to faze her, unable to even give her a slight inconvenience.
At that moment, the fog-hidden man panicked.
The battlefield had reached a boiling point; seeing defeat approaching, Alectine City was out of reach, but he couldn’t d*e here. Thus, the fog-hidden man fled, scurrying back into the city, hastily issuing orders to hold the walls, and then turned and escaped south, planning to sneak out during the chaos.
The purpose here was already achieved.
The reinforcements for the enemy were formidable; he didn’t need to stubbornly fight on.
The fog-hidden man left with a few loyal followers, not realizing that the walls couldn’t hold the Church Knights off for long, and he certainly didn’t expect that the troublesome little girl would find him with such precise timing and launch an attack.
Just one hit, and all his men were wiped out.
The fog-hidden man barely managed to endure the enemy’s lethal move; the power of the sin fire had fully exploded, yet the sense of helplessness felt even greater. He couldn’t do anything to her, but the little girl, upon seeing him, behaved like she had spotted her father’s murderer, bound and determined to eradicate him. This made the fog-hidden man understand there was no turning back.
She wanted him dead.
“Ughhh——”
His howls were just a desperate ruse to cover the fear within, as furious strikes bombarded forward, and everything was reduced to ashes in the raging flames. This was the power he took pride in, but at this moment, it seemed so pale, weak, and impotent. The girl’s form was enveloped in flames, completely unharmed.
Why wouldn’t she d*e…
Just d*e…
d*e, d*e, d*e, d*e!!!
“Go meet the gods of truth!!!”
Boom—
The searing winds blasted down the street; the cobbled pavement had long since been obliterated, soil was flung up to heights of ten meters, and even distant buildings collapsed into nothing. Everything melted in the intense heat, except the girl.
Amidst the flames, she discarded her melting ice scythe and reached her hand toward him.
The next moment, the scene before him flipped upside down.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The wild wind screamed in his ears as the pale, delicate hand—seemingly fragile enough to snap with a mere twist—tightened around the fog-hidden man’s throat, clamping down with an irresistible grip. He felt he couldn’t breathe. “Boom, boom, boom, boom,” she smashed through walls and there, that beautiful face hovered in front of him, her bright eyes glinting like a venomous snake, fixed intently on him.
